The third thousand three hundred and forty-six chapters are suffering
After experiencing many hardships and suffering both physical and mental torture, the monks finally crossed the sea and landed.
Looking back at the ocean below the cliff, there are still figures swimming towards the land.
But there are still unlucky guys who sink silently to the bottom of the water at the last moment when success is about to come.
Or when climbing the Claw Cliff, it was caught by those dense claws and then torn into pieces.
But even the monks who successfully landed are still confused and don't know what will happen next.
After Tang Zhen took a look, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to adjust his breathing to restore himself to his peak condition as soon as possible.
During this long journey across the sea, Tang Zhen was covered in bruises and had already reached the limit of what he could endure.
It was only with strong willpower that I persisted until I landed on land.
If you don't adjust your breath in time, you may not have the strength to take another step on the rest of the journey.
If in the normal world, the monks would definitely be left with wounds that are difficult to heal after going through such hardships.
If the trauma cannot be repaired, it will inevitably affect the path of spiritual practice and even directly endanger one's own life.
But the monks at this moment were in no mood to care about this. They didn't care about their health, they just wanted to complete their mission.
Every monk composed of spiritual power has an extremely strong obsession and only wants to obtain the seeds of rules.
In order to achieve your goal, you can do whatever it takes.
Tang Zhen continued on his way without adjusting his breath for too long.
The wound has not been repaired, but he dare not stay any longer, otherwise there will be more and more competitors.
During the period of adjusting the breath, monks kept climbing up from the sea, including many of Tang Zhen's spiritual bodies.
After experiencing some hardships, the mentality of the monks has changed. Even the monks who originally came from the same origin have become more and more indifferent towards each other.
No longer like at the beginning, you can sacrifice yourself without hesitation in order to achieve a common goal.
If there is only one chance, the monks will definitely start competing without hesitation and will not give up the opportunity to others.
In other words, from now on, even if they belong to the same spiritual body, they will become competitors with each other.
During the march, they kept a certain distance from each other and would never get close easily.
Some monks suddenly fell down while walking around without even making a move to struggle.
Most of the figures can never rise again and become corpses in the wilderness.
When the monks passed by, they didn't even look at them, they just stared straight ahead.
Compared with the previous narrow and dark land, this land has become more spacious, and you can run freely at will.
The monks knew very well that there were dead ends on both sides and behind, and the front was the only hope.
As we were traveling, we could see from time to time that there were many large pits on the ground.
These large pits are bottomless, with terrifying sounds coming from time to time, and no one knows what terrible things are hidden there.
Monks who are traveling will try to avoid these places to avoid making mistakes and falling into them.
There are too many dangers in this special world, and we must not take it lightly.
But there were still some monks who walked straight towards those big pits as if they were possessed.
They came to the edge of the pit and jumped directly into the pit without any hesitation.
Seeing this scene, the monks looked wary and stayed away from these big pits.
We moved forward in this way, covering nearly a hundred kilometers, and met more and more monks along the way.
Everyone is walking silently, without any communication between them.
It seems that the hardships along the way have caused them to completely lose the ability to talk, and now they are left with only unspeakable indifference.
No one knows how long they can persist or when they will fall completely.
Being able to persist to this point is equivalent to a chance of one in a million, which shows how difficult the exploration process is.
Perhaps it was this reason that made the monks unwilling to give up.
The long road has an end.
A city appeared in the distance, tall and majestic, exuding an atmosphere of simplicity and vicissitudes of life.
But in the sky above this city, there was thick smoke rising into the sky, and at the same time there were bursts of fighting sounds.
While Tang Zhen was observing, the monks who had been trekking all the way quickly rushed forward.
After walking such a long distance, now that a clue finally appeared, the monks suddenly became more energetic.
In a competitive environment, if you have the opportunity to be one step ahead, it is best not to fall behind.
If opportunities are limited, latecomers are likely to get nothing.
Tang Zhen did the same, running forward with the monks, getting closer and closer to the huge city.
As we approached the city, we were greeted by the smell of burnt and putrid smell, which is the unique smell of the battlefield.
Although it was a cruel battlefield, Tang Zhen felt a sense of intimacy. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had never been far away from the battlefield and fighting.
After climbing another hillside, an extremely huge battlefield suddenly appeared in front of Tang Zhen.
There were fighting figures everywhere, roars and screams soared into the sky, and broken corpses covered the ground.
The monks were the attackers, equipped with a mess of weapons, and were fighting with the soldiers wearing seven-colored armor.
The soldiers defending the city were well-equipped and very powerful, and the fight between the two sides was inextricable.
At the edge of the battlefield, a row of tall figures stood guarding in front of piles of equipment stained with blood and flesh.
These broken equipment and weapons are small, ugly creatures, collected from the battlefield and piled together.
They shuttled around the battlefield, constantly peeling off the armor from the dead bodies, then picked up their fallen weapons, and dragged them back to the edge of the battlefield with great effort.
When they encounter heavy objects, they will cooperate with each other and make a squeaking sound when pulling.
"Hurry up and grab your weapons and enter the battlefield immediately.
If you want to enter this city, you must defeat these defenders, otherwise the city gate will never be opened!
The more enemies you kill, the richer the rewards will be, it all depends on your own performance!"
These figures said loudly, and when the monks looked at them, they felt that they were enlarged versions of themselves.
The monks remained silent, gathered around the garbage pile, and started rummaging through it in silence.
These equipment were full of damage, stained with all kinds of filth, and even had broken limbs wrapped in them.
The surfaces of many pieces of equipment are covered with thick blood and dirt, and they have experienced many owners.
Tang Zhen picked up a pair of gauntlets and a helmet, glanced at them and threw them away.
"Don't underestimate these equipment, they can save your life at critical moments. If you don't wear these things, your chance of death will double!"
Seeing Tang Zhen's movements, the tall figure reminded him that he was like a mentor training new recruits.
"If these things could really save the user's life, then they wouldn't appear here."
Tang Zhen said casually, and pulled out another shield, with a ferocious beast on the surface.
Contaminated with blood and minced meat, the evil beast looked extremely ferocious, as if it wanted to choose people to devour.
The edge of the shield is extremely sharp, and there are sharp blades on both sides for blocking and cutting. In the hands of monks who are good at fighting, it can easily kill people.
Tang Zhen took out another long knife. The surface was covered with gold patterns, which were obviously the most primitive runes.
Compared to the tattered sword he used, this one with gold runes was obviously of higher quality.
Holding a shield and a long sword in hand, Tang Zhen followed the armed monks and charged towards the battlefield.