At the northernmost tip of Dongxuanzhou, it is completely barren and extremely cold. It is dark for half the year and daylight for half the year. But in such a place, there is a little-known town.
Of course, the people in this town are not mortals, but disciples of the major immortal sects who stayed here, developed from the strongholds of various sects, for an important event that takes place every sixty years.
Wang Rui followed a group of his fellow disciples, about thirty people, led by Cao Wuwu, the elder of Danjie, and came from the teleportation array thousands of miles away. Before that, they came from the large teleportation array in Jiuyang Temple.
Arriving at this area, this place is already thousands of miles away from Xutian Sect.
The magic weapon that carries Cao Wuwu and his disciples is a strange thunder cloud, yes, it is a dark cloud flashing with thunder. The magic weapon refined by Cao Wuwu expands and can carry thousands of people at once.
"In front of you is Icefield Town. There is a large barrier protecting the town. Remember, don't make a fuss when you pass through." Cao Wuwen reminded, and then glanced at Wang Rui in the corner of the crowd calmly.
He had already learned from the organization about Wang Rui's participation in the treasure hunting battlefield, but his idea was that Wang Rui would never return and be buried on the battlefield, completely eliminating his worries in the future. This was also his plan to kill people with a borrowed knife.
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Now, Li Xiyue has disappeared mysteriously. Of course, Le Guishan and others also vaguely know that the one who kidnapped Li Xiyue is the Shadow Society. The Shadow Society has always had a "tradition" of absorbing outstanding talents. Le Guishan and others can only suppress their inner resentment.
, the four top sects still have to swallow their anger, let alone the Xutian Sect.
However, the unexpected loss of Li Xiyue made Le Guishan and others extremely depressed. In addition, the current head was about to step down due to the impending deadline, causing the Xutian Sect to be in an embarrassing period of inactivity.
Patriarchs such as Le Guishan and monks at the Supreme Elder level do not have much energy to manage the sect. They are more concerned about breaking through the realm of cultivation as soon as possible and embarking on the road to immortality and even eternal life.
But at the moment, within the sect, Li Xiyue relies on his own strength and reputation to suppress a group of elders and disciples, but another person cannot do it. However, among the remaining people, either they are not strong enough, or they are not famous enough, let Legui
Shan and others were also frowning, so Xu Changbo could only continue to persist for the time being, which was already a bit difficult for others.
"Hahaha... It turns out that Brother Cao is leading the team. It's really rare." Just when the Xutian Sect and the group were about to pass through the protective shield of Icefield Town, everyone heard a clear and hearty laughter of a man coming from the distance.
Cao Wuwen turned his head and glanced around, suddenly smiled, cupped his hands and said, "It turns out to be Brother Kong. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. It's been exactly six years since we last saw each other, right?"
The person who came was a fat man with a round face, fair skin, a mustache on his lips, a double chin, and a fat belly. He was dressed like a business tycoon in the mortal world, and his whole body looked golden.
At the feet of this person, there is a huge golden abacus magic weapon, followed by a group of disciples. There are even more people, about fifty people, standing on the abacus beads, which looks quite funny.
Kong Fang nodded and said: "Indeed, time flies and time is not forgiving. Unlike Brother Cao, he still has hundreds of years to live, which I envy.
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Cao Wuwen comforted him: "Brother Kong, why do you say this? As long as your disciples and disciples search for those medicinal materials for you this time and refine the longevity elixir, you will definitely be able to add another hundred years to your life."
"Sigh... Having said that, we have to leave it to fate..." Kong Fang didn't seem to have much confidence.
At this time, another Danjie monk arrived, but she was a woman. She said in a clear and clear voice: "You two are not going to continue chatting here. Why don't the three of us find a tea house to taste it after we go in?"
How about the long-lost iced plum tea?"
Cao Wuwen and Kong Fang both had smiles on their faces, and they raised their hands to the woman and said, "It turns out to be Fairy Jingyi, I'm sorry, I'll go in right away."
The woman called Fairy Jingyi is dressed in white robes, has an exquisite figure, looks old-fashioned, and is full of charm. There is a white ribbon tied in her bun, and she looks pure and clean when blown by the biting cold wind. No wonder she is known as a fairy.
Wang Rui carefully observed the reunion between Cao Wuyang and two other friends. It seemed that his enemy had a relatively wide range of friends. The fat man and the beautiful Alchemy Sister cultivator had a very good relationship with Cao Wuyang. They should be close friends.
class role.
Afterwards, the three pill-forming monks walked together, controlled each other's magic weapons, carried their disciples, and penetrated the defensive barrier of Icefield Town one by one.
When he passed through the barrier, Wang Rui clearly felt a spiritual pressure comparable to that of a Yuanying monk falling on him, and a light curtain quickly swept across his body from top to bottom, as if to identify the monk's identity.
Kong Fang, who was not far away, comforted his disciples and said, "Don't worry, this barrier is just to identify evil cultivators and demon cultivators. We are all decent human disciples of the immortal sect. There is no need to be afraid of these tests. There is no need to panic."
So it turned out that Wang Rui, like everyone else, finally understood why there was such a procedure. He remembered what he saw at the training tower in Seibu City. The reason why human monks were made things difficult and treated in every possible way in the land of monsters was indeed true.
Everything happens for a reason.
As soon as they entered the barrier, the cold weather outside immediately disappeared, replaced by a warm spring-like breath, which made almost everyone smile. Even the monks could resist the cold, but
Don't like it either.
The city has become very lively at this time, probably because the immortal sect bosses are constantly arriving with their disciples, and they, Xu Tian Sect and the two sects just now, arrived relatively late.
After lowering the magic weapon, Cao Wuwen asked a disciple to lead the team and led Wang Rui and others to the stronghold of Xutian Sect, which was the place where they stayed temporarily. He himself went to taste iced plum tea with his two close friends.
Arriving at the Xutian Sect's stronghold, we found that it was just a courtyard with three entrances. The best backyard naturally belonged to Cao Wuwu. Although the overall area was not small, it was still a bit crowded with more than thirty people living there at once.
Fortunately, everyone understood that it was only for one night.
Wang Rui found a seat by the window, facing a green tree. The climate in the town was similar to spring, but outside the boundary it was snowing and in the middle of winter.
"I wonder how Xiyue is doing now, has she suffered?" When he thought of this, he felt a sense of sadness. Although he knew that Shadow would take a fancy to Li Xiyue's talent and should not treat her too harshly, he was still under house arrest after all.
Get up, and if Li Xiyue resists too fiercely,
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, then the shadow may be poisonous.
Treasure-hunting battlefields are usually reserved for low-level monks who are nearing the end of their lives. For example, places where monks want to compete in the early stages of Qi training and foundation building are not suitable for people like me who obviously have a great future.
However, Li Xiyue's experience forced him to take risks and participate in this hunting battlefield. Judging from the intelligence he had collected so far, once entering the battlefield, the various sects would start fighting in order to snatch various resources.
The resources here are mainly divided into several categories. Apart from the most popular treasures such as magic weapons and secret books, some medicinal materials and spiritual fruits are also very popular. For example, the elixir-forming monk named Kong is about to live, so
They need to refine some life-extending pills. According to Cao Wuwen, after taking them, they can increase their lifespan by a hundred years. Therefore, fierce fighting will break out for these medicinal materials, spiritual fruits and other raw materials.
In addition, there are some extremely special treasures. For example, for Wang Rui, a rare thing called "space fragments" is what he needs, because his quasi-magical creature Soul Prison Tower needs these fragments to completely repair it.
He was not sure whether he alone needed these fragments. If someone else needed these, then he would fight with that person and rely solely on his ability to speak.
"Junior brother Wang, after entering the battlefield tomorrow, don't forget to join up with your fellow sects as soon as possible. By then, everyone will form a group to jointly resist risks, and it will also be easier to deal with opponents from other sects." A middle man in green robes
The young man came to Wang Rui and said.
He now belongs to the inner sect elders, and his status is quite high among these disciples, but the person in front of him has a higher status than him, and was appointed by Cao Wuwen to lead the team.
This person's name is Gou Yansheng. He is almost 200 years old and his life expectancy is approaching. So this time he came out to try his best to find some medicinal materials that can be used to refine life-extending pills. When he returns, he can ask someone to refine a batch and add another one.
A hundred years of life, in this way, there is hope to attack the pill formation again.
In fact, there are many such situations. Half of the more than thirty people who came to participate in the battlefield this time are monks with a short life span and do not want to wait for death in the door.
Wang Rui nodded and replied: "I understand."
Although Gou Yansheng has a higher status than him and is more appreciated by Cao Wuwen, he doesn't need to care much. After all, if he can return smoothly by then, he will reveal his cultivation of pill formation, and then the two of them will be
There is a world of difference.
Although Gou Yansheng was dissatisfied, he did not dare to show anything in front of him, so he went out to enjoy the compliments from other disciples. Everyone seemed to have this idea, except Wang Rui.
After all, tomorrow we will enter the treasure hunting battlefield. Life or death is unknown. Maybe we will never come back, so it is better to live in the world for a while.
Wang Rui stood in front of the window and looked at the retreating figures of these people. He couldn't help but shake his head. He no longer had any hope for these fellow disciples. This was also what he considered at the beginning. In the treasure hunting battlefield, whether his fellow disciples really wanted him.
Helpful.
If it is the kind of cohesive fellow sects, then it will definitely be helpful, but if it is just a loose cooperative relationship, or even the kind of fellow sects who deliberately pull their own people to block the gun, then these people are definitely better than their opponents from other sects.
Even more terrifying.
"You can only rely on yourself." Wang Rui made up his mind, and the night passed quickly.