This group of people on this trip, like those guys from Song Yi, are all young people who have come out to experience on their own and have never traveled with their elders. If they encounter a strong man from the Xi tribe, they may not be able to resist, not to mention the previous killing of Xie Ning and others.
Their actions were simply due to the past grudges between the two tribes, and the strong men of the Xi tribe would not let them go when they arrived.
"There is no need to worry. Since that guy Song Yi has gone to find help, we can also ask for help. The Eighth Elder and the others are currently in the White Light Forest. As long as we act fast enough, we may not suffer!" Tang Mo said coldly: "Moreover,
The appearance of this person here means that the leaders from the outside world have come in. This matter also requires people to inform the elders in the clan. For us, each of these leaders who come in from the outside is a hen that can lay golden eggs.
Chicken, can’t miss it!”
Originally, they should have thought of this a long time ago, and now it is not too late to be alert.
"Well, why don't you go there in person, Brother Tang Mo? Brother Tang Mo, your snake steps are smart and elegant, and your speed is faster than all of us." Tang Lei said with a somewhat flattering smile, but, his
Those words are actually true.
"I've been away for the past two days. You should cheer up. Since that kid has the ability to win the title in the outside world, he is not a simple character. You must not capsize in the gutter!" Tang Mo naturally had this idea as well, and gave a serious warning to the group.
people.
Then, he didn't hesitate, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
But for that warning, except for Tang En, everyone else present obviously didn't pay much attention to it. Two of them even had cold eyes, begging the kid to come out quickly and give up and pay the price.
In the previous assassination attempt by Yang Di, their brother was unfortunately targeted, and now he is full of anger.
Tang Lei chuckled and said: "Chief? To us people in the secret realm, that is just a joke. The outside world lacks spiritual energy, and they are all a group of mediocre people. Even chicken heads are not very powerful."
"It's a pity that such an honor has been occupied by those outsiders for a long time, while our orthodox monks can only enter these mysterious creation areas through those extremely rare things." Tang En also smiled coldly, obviously feeling dissatisfied.
This is quite dissatisfying.
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In the natural stone chamber, after three days and three nights, Yang Di finally reached the eleventh golden arena.
During this process, the difficulty of the test continued to increase. Yang Di was even injured several times. After stepping down, he had to refine treasure pills and Xuanling stalactites and soak in spiritual springs to heal his wounds.
Several times, he was even beaten to pieces. The intensity of the battle exceeded that of the fight for the first place on the Nine Immortals Platform. He was completely torn between life and death.
On each golden arena, there will be different strange beasts, and even powerful figures whose faces cannot be seen will appear, and they will kill Yang Di without any mercy.
With Yang Di's strong body, he has been hit hard repeatedly, so you can imagine the threat.
After pushing himself down from the eleventh golden arena, Yang Di was bleeding all over his body and there were many hideous wounds on his body.
He moved forward step by step, with bloody footprints all over his body behind him. In this battle, he was required to hold on in the golden ring for almost fifteen minutes, and the whole process was extremely brutal.
After walking a few steps, Yang Di turned around and saw the huge and majestic bodies of Pixiu, Taozu, and Qiongqi on the stage turning into a rain of light and dispersing.
Just now, Yang Di was besieged by a dozen terrifying ancient rare beasts on the stage. Although the cultivation level of each of those monsters was similar to his, their combat power was much stronger than that of monks at the peak of the Soul Cultivation Realm.
There were too many, and there were endless terrifying tricks, which made Yang Di suffer a lot.
In the last half minute, Yang Di almost couldn't hold on anymore. He smelled the breath of death. He had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp attack and fight and run away. He even used the Shadow Walking Curse and was almost killed by a huge statue.
Zhu Yan fell off the stage.
That's right, in the eleventh golden arena, Yang Di didn't kill a single monster, but almost died himself.
In fact, starting from the fifth and sixth golden arena, it was difficult for Yang Di to kill the things that attacked him. Later, he could only do his best to protect himself and insist on staying on the stage.
thump!
Yang Di jumped down from the spiritual spring, soaked in the spiritual fluid pool, and began to seriously heal his injuries. This time the injury was more serious, but the result made Yang Di quite satisfied.
This kind of high-intensity fighting opportunity is rare, and this spiritual spring has terrible mysterious power for repairing injuries. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be recovered quickly after falling.
Those terrible wounds on Yang Di's body are slowly healing. It turns out that this is the meaning of the existence of this spiritual spring.
Although the abuse was miserable, the constant cycle of being injured, repaired, and so on had unimaginable benefits for Yang Di's body.
The old man Liu Yifan once said that the strongest physical body is made through training. That kind of training includes not only the baptism of man-made means, but also the various impacts and hardships of external forces during the growth process. It requires thousands of tempers before the physical body can continue to grow.
's transformation.
Yang Di has experienced this statement personally. Every time he recovers from a serious injury, his physical strength will obviously strengthen a bit.
That kind of improvement cannot be replaced by the baptism of genius. It can be said that one part of suffering and one part of gain are all the accumulation of blood and sweat...
Half an hour later, Yang Di recovered from his injuries. He quickly stood up, took out the jade bottle and approached the stalactite.
Tick tock! Tick tock...
A series of bright white liquid droplets fell into the jade bottle like lines, making Yang Di overjoyed and felt that the torture he had just suffered was finally worth it.
A total of two hundred and ten drops of Xuanling stalactite passed the test of the eleventh golden arena. Yang Di's harvest was indeed quite terrifying.
From the beginning to now, Yang Di has harvested thousands of drops of this mysterious stalactite, and the rewards for passing each stage are very gradient.
This creation made Yang Di feel like a dream.
Of course, all this is achieved with a life-and-death struggle, just like a death boxing match without a referee. If you can't bear it, not only will you get nothing, but you will also lose your life.
From the beginning to now, Yang Di has refined hundreds of drops of Xuanling stalactite. Combined with that kind of life and death grinding, the harvest is immeasurable.
And his current body's absorption of this treasure seems to have come to an end. The immortal energy has completely adapted and will not be easily revived.
Yang Di did not waste this thing anymore, and kept it carefully so that it could be used to make elixirs in the future and left to Su Yu and the others.
This is the blessing of the leader, but Yang Di is happy to share this blessing with those around him.
While thinking about it, after Yang Di felt comfortable, he left Lingquan and strode towards the last golden arena. Although he had narrowly escaped death just now, now that he had reached this point and the last arena, he had to go up and give it a try.
If it really doesn't work, the worst case scenario is giving up halfway.