Martial Arts Super Slave Master

"Ding! Trigger the plot mission! The background of the demon slave - resist the revenge of the Persian Mingjiao!"

"Because the host enslaved the first saint of the Persian Mingjiao main altar into a demon slave, which aroused the anger of the Persian Mingjiao, one month later, the Persian Mingjiao will lead the crowd to the Central Plains to find the host and kill you."

"Host, you still have at least one month's buffer period. During this period, you must try your best to improve your strength and expand your power!"

"Mission Failure Penalty: None!"

"Task time limit: unlimited time!"

Seeing this plot mission, Luo Chen immediately broke down with cold sweat on his forehead.

Originally thought that Zhou Zhiruo was enslaved and two plot missions were triggered, but this was already a very pitiful thing.

But now, Luochen never imagined that by enslaving Xiao Zhao, the entire Persian Ming Cult would be dispatched.

You must know that the Mingjiao in Guangmingding is just a sub-altar of Mingjiao. In just one sub-altar, there are peerless powerhouses like Yang Dingtian, and many first-class powerhouses.

One can imagine how terrifying the strength of the Persian Mingjiao General Altar will be.

And now, it is this Persian Ming Sect general altar, who doesn't know how super terrifying it is, has come out in full force to kill him and fall into the dust.

Luochen suddenly felt that he had enslaved Xiao Zhao, this Nima, just to eat a mouthful of honey, stabbed a hornet's nest!

However, as a demon king and a future great slave owner, Luo Chen will naturally not be afraid to face this challenge!

"Humph! The main altar of the Persian Mingjiao, right? So what! As long as the person I like is enslaved! It doesn't matter if you are the Persian Mingjiao or the Head & Shoulders Mingjiao, Mad, as long as I have a crush on your saint, even if Thousands of people, I am going alone!"

Luochen looked at the western sky lightly, which was the direction of Persia, and the blood of the Demon King began to boil unknowingly.

Come on, I just enslaved the rest of your eight saintesses!

"Ding! The system has detected a powerful malice from this world. It will automatically trigger the quest for the formation of the demon king - the expansion of the goblin army! The number of people is at least over a thousand!"

At this time, the sound of the system sounded again.

Hearing the words, Luo Chen smiled slightly, the magic puppets were over a thousand and they could dry up in the early stage. He could remember this sentence!

And even if the system doesn't release this devil king training quest, what Luo Chen is going to do next is to increase the number of devil puppets to a thousand!

Only in this way can there be a basis for resistance against the Persian Mingjiao.

Of course, the candidates for these new puppets, Luo Chen already had their favorite goals.

"Go! Let's go to Emei!"

With a big wave of Luochen's hand, he led the crowd towards Mount Emei in a mighty manner. !

Chapter 40 Zhou Zhiruo's Transformation

With Luochen's current ability, he could directly put more than 300 people into the Demon King's space, but Luochen didn't do that!

Because he felt that these 300 people were crowding around and shouting slogans that shook the sky. This feeling was really cool and refreshing!

The time of the day passed quickly, and at night, it was time for everyone to rest.

After all, even if they are puppets and demon slaves, their bodies are still human and must be adequately rested.

So Luo Chen took everyone to the Demon King's space to rest, and he went in himself.

Man is iron, sleep is steel, and you will feel sleepy if you don't sleep!

With a big wave of Luochen's hand, more than 300 golems were transformed into their own rooms and large comfortable couchs, and they were also Simmons couchs designed in a modern style!

Then he made a modern villa himself. After working hard for several days, Luochen went directly into the luxurious bathroom of the villa, wanting to relax and take a bath.

Taking advantage of the bath time, Luo Chen used his mind to check the situation of the prisoner-slave fighting arena, wanting to see how many people had been eliminated.

But this look, Nima, almost **** off Luo Chen.

This group of powerhouses didn't actually do anything, but sat in front of the three old monks one by one, accepting the Dharma teachings of the old monks...

In a flash, the anger burst into the sky!

Prisoner-slave fighting field, the sky is clear.

Suddenly, an illusory big face appeared in the sky, and this face was the face of Luo Chen.

He shouted loudly and said angrily: "You guys are too bold! You dare to disobey my orders! Let all of you taste the pain that pierces your heart!"

The illusory face of falling dust in the sky blew a breath, and it was a gust of wind.

This gust of wind blew through the people below, and all the expressions changed, and then all of them let out a shrill scream at this moment!

Everyone just felt that thousands of poisonous insects of all kinds were born in their hearts in an instant, and they were digging into their flesh and blood.

Even the three eminent monks who have been sitting in meditation for decades, Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan, could not bear such an unbearable pain.

They fell to the ground one after another, clutching themselves fiercely.

After a while, Luo Chen saw that if it continued like this, some people would catch themselves to death, so he breathed again, making everyone's pain disappear.

Moreover, they also healed all their injuries, so that it will be fair to say that they will fight.

"Listen to me! Everyone, every time you win a fighting match, your cultivation will increase by 10%, and if you win two games, it will increase by 20%! So, the sooner you fight, the greater your advantage! "

"Moreover, as long as two people start fighting, they will enter the two-person world, and will not be interfered by a third party, ensuring fairness!"

Fallen Chen slightly modified the rules to force them to fight to find a target.

After announcing the rules, Luo Chen's phantom face blew a breath again, and a small wind blade fell down and randomly drilled into a person's body.

The unlucky person is Fan Yao.

"What is this? What did you do to me!" Fan Yao suddenly asked in horror when he saw the wind blade penetrated into his body, but he didn't feel anything abnormal.

"One hour, remember, Fan Yao, you only have one hour, if you don't win a fighting match within one stick of incense, then you will enjoy the agony of ten thousand worms again!"

Luochen's words seemed to be a threat from the devil, which made Fan Yao's face turn pale. He thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth, and looked directly at Zhou Dian, because Zhou Dian's strength was the best known to him, and he was not as powerful as him.

At this moment, for the sake of his own life, he doesn't care about the Mingjiao allies, save himself first!

"Zhou Dian, I will fight with you!"

Not daring to waste time, Fan Yao called out Zhou Dian's name directly.

As soon as Fan Yao's voice fell, Zhou Dian and Fan Yao immediately appeared in the same spherical barrier.