"As the first true disciple accepted by the leader of the Ancient Dinxia Sect, isn't it too slow for you to have cultivated to the late eighth level of the Golden Core at your age?"
"The confidence you gave yourself? Your confidence is too blind."
Lu Shenliang's whole body exuded an aura that was piercing the heavens and the earth. She looked at the golden elixir falling from the sky and felt ridiculous.
Inside Xuantian Thirty-one Peak.
Feng Qianruo and Zheng Xianxian were in front of the Xuantian Sect's mountain-protecting array.
The centerpiece of the Xuantian Sect's mountain-protecting formation is a black crystal stone two feet tall, emitting a hazy black light, but Feng Qianruo and Zheng Xianxian's faces were pale.
The two people looked at each other, their teeth chattering.
Feng Qianruo pursed his lips, "Senior brother..." He wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Zheng Xianxian also muttered: "Junior brother..." He wanted to say something for a moment, but was speechless.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and suddenly said at the same time, "It's too scary..."
After saying this, the two of them returned to normal slightly.
Zheng Xianxian was trembling all over, "Lu Shenliang actually killed the eldest disciple of the ancient master of Xianxia Sect with one sword. What should we do?"
Feng Qianruo was trembling all over, "She is not a residual elixir. How could this sword be so strong? How could even a monk on the eighth level of the golden elixir be instantly killed by her sword?"
Zheng Xianxian trembled even more fiercely, "Then if she had dealt with us before, wouldn't it be..."
Lu Shenliang reached out and grabbed the golden elixir that fell from the air.
Pan Xiuchun's golden elixir was as big as a human head. When it fell into the hands of Lu Shenliang, the elixir glowed all over his body, as if he was going to fight against Lu Shenliang.
But countless tiny sword gangs suddenly surged between Lu Shenliang's palms. The sword gangs were filled with thunder and lightning, and they instantly suppressed the elixir's light.
The elixir's light quickly condensed on the surface, forming a dull hard shell.
"Are you Zhou Huayou?"
She put the golden elixir away casually, then looked at somewhere in the flying clouds ahead, and said calmly: "You just came here because you wanted to help me. My junior brother Wang Li has a pretty good eye."
Zhou Huayou's figure appeared behind the cloud she was looking at.
She looked at Lu Shenliang with a wry smile on her face, "I didn't expect that your sword skills have reached such an extent. Even Pan Xiuchun couldn't block your sword. But you killed Pan Xiuchun with one sword. Dinxia Guzong is sure
I won’t let you go.”
Lu Shenliang glanced at her and said, "It sounds like if I ignore Pan Xiuchun, the Dinxia Gu Sect will just give up on Wang Li and me."
Zhou Huayou was speechless.
"Big changes are just around the corner." Lu Shenliang looked up at the sky and said, "It's time for the sword to be unsheathed. Don't think about things the same way as before."
Zhou Huayou was stunned, "What big change?"
Lu Shenliang said: "The tide of beasts sweeping across the four continents is coming."
"The tide of beasts...the tide of beasts sweeping across four continents?" Zhou Huayou couldn't believe it.
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"It's so uncomfortable, Ling Qi!"
Xin Ming's voice sounded.
He is at the bottom of a huge mine.
Ling Qi was not far from him.
This huge mine is a huge basin, and even from an altitude of several hundred feet, the edge of the basin cannot be seen.
About fifty feet above the ground, the sky was covered with a thick layer of black cumulus clouds that looked like an iron helmet.
The thick clouds are imprisoned by the strange law of vitality and do not flow at all.
There are countless dust particles floating inside it, as well as a lot of fine gold powder.
While it blocks all external energy from flowing into this basin, it also absorbs the only metamorphic spiritual energy in this basin.
Therefore, there is no spiritual energy in this huge basin.
Most of the time, it's dark here.
Only at noon did the bottom of the basin become slightly brighter, like dusk.
This is Cuiyun Cave.
It is a desperate place that the Milo Dojo has been exploring for thousands of years.
As long as a monk enters this kind of place, the realm will be cut off from the upward passage.
In the past tens of thousands of years, Milo Dojo has been exploring and obtaining available practice resources from more than 130 desperate places. However, in terms of the difficulty of survival and the harsh environment for monks,
Cumulus Cave can be ranked at least in the top five.
The temperature changes in this huge basin are very drastic.
In one day, it is at a high temperature for six hours. The huge basin under the thick clouds like an iron helmet is like an oven, and the ground can easily bake eggs. For the other six hours, the temperature is sharp.
Lower it, and when it's the coldest, you can exhale and turn it into ice.
Among these twelve hours, there are two hours when spiritual poison will be transformed into many areas, and four hours when the cumulus clouds covering this huge basin will rain.
The rain it drops contains highly toxic substances that will quickly corrode the flesh and blood of the monks.
It will take two hours for the large and small puddles formed after rain to disappear completely.
In this way, in this Jiuyun Cave, the monks can walk in this Jiuyun Cave every day, and the time for exploration is only four hours at most.
During these four hours, Xin Ming and Ling Qi must find a sufficient amount of ore and spiritual crystals to communicate with each other, and they must also find enough to last them until tomorrow.
Food, medicinal materials... In such a desperate place, where true energy is only consumed every day and cannot be replenished, the only difference between monks and ordinary people is probably that the previous practice has made the vitality of the physical body more powerful.
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The vitality of the physical body is more powerful, which means that it can last longer in this place and endure more sins.
If they were not monks, ordinary people in the secular world would not survive more than five days in a place like this.
The reason why Miluo Dojo has maintained a strong interest in the desperate place of Cuiyun Cave for thousands of years is that it produces several kinds of special ores and spiritual crystals.
One is called Mie Yun Dharma Crystal.
This kind of magic crystal is used as a coating spiritual material for many large magic weapons and magic weapons, which can prevent many large magic weapons from disintegrating due to excessive fluctuations in their vitality when jumping into the void.
One is called a spiritual stone.
This kind of ore can be used to lay out the best spirit-gathering arrays.
But the rarest of them are the two kinds of spiritual crystals called Dharma Color Crystal and Fuyuan Shengjing. The former can clear the mind and bring wisdom, can refine magic weapons that enhance spiritual intelligence, and can be used to control some monsters with insufficient spiritual intelligence.
, the latter can improve the grade of the magic weapon and add more vitality attributes to the power of the magic weapon.
The value of the Fuyuan Shengjing is the most astonishing, and the original output in the Cuiyun Cave was also the highest. However, this huge mine was originally formed during the ancient times when powerful sects excavated the Fuyuan Shengjing.
After the dojo discovered and entered the Cuiyun Cave, the number of Fuyuan Shengjing remaining in the Cuiyun Cave was extremely rare.
In fact, among the Yun-Destroying Crystals, Spirit-Swallowing Stones, Dharma-Colored Crystals and Fuyuan Shengjing that are most interesting in Milo Dojo, only the Spirit-Swallowing Stones are relatively common in Jiuyun Cave.
But the so-called common thing is that half of the monks walking in the Cuiyun Cave can find a soul-swallowing stone the size of a fingernail in one day.
Milo Dojo's minimum requirement for the monks who were thrown into the Cuiyun Cave is such a spirit-swallowing stone.
If you can hand over a spirit-swallowing stone of this size, you can exchange it for a spirit-replenishing pill.
This spirit-boosting pill can only ensure that one's own aura does not decline.
Perhaps in the eyes of some people, Milo Dojo is a fishing practice. To allow these monks to discover more ores and spiritual crystals, shouldn't they be able to survive in such a place better?
But this gentle approach has never been the style of Milo Dojo.
Milo Dojo has always used the most extreme means to squeeze the growth of its own sect monks, especially for the prisoners who have been exiled here, they will never show mercy.
They will use the most cruel rules of competition to make all the monks in them fight for their lives at all times while plundering the resources they want for them.
As for death, it is a way to suppress more potential.
The more monks die, the more monks they will need to replenish them.
Compared with the time at Baiguzhou, Xin Ming and Ling Qi can even be described as losing their human form.
Both men were described as haggard, and their bodies were covered with mottled strips of cloth, with faint traces of fresh blood or smelly pus and blood.
Both of them seemed to have a serious lack of water in their bodies. When Xin Ming whined, the sound in his throat felt dry and hoarse, like a pile of sand rubbing against each other.
A drop of blood emerged from the corner of his chapped lips. As soon as it appeared, several flies-like insects flew over and sucked the drop of blood clean.
Xin Ming casually grabbed these insects, threw them into his mouth like peanuts, chewed them and swallowed them.
I guess it tastes really unpleasant.
Although he seemed to swallow it easily, he was followed by waves of uncontrollable retching.
Ling Qi silently rubbed her legs.
He had walked too much today, and his legs had gone from sore to numb, and he was about to lose consciousness.
The body and will of the monks can allow them to survive here longer and suffer more sins, but in this place, they are just like ordinary people, and they don't have much power at all.
"It's them!"
Shortly after Xin Ming's wailing sounded, several shouts sounded not far behind them.
More than ten monks appeared and surrounded them.
The condition of these monks seemed to be no better than theirs, but two of them were very tall.
"It's them!"
A monk with a stooped waist pointed at Xin Ming and Ling Qi. This monk's face was covered with cloth strips and there were some stone flakes padded inside, so his face could not be seen at all.
One of his eyes was ulcerated, and pus was constantly flowing out, but at this time, the intact eye was filled with flames of enthusiasm and excitement.
He repeated what he had said before, and then said to the two tall monks: "They have found enough soul-swallowing stones for four consecutive days, and even handed over a Yun-Destroying Crystal."
"I'm sorry to meet you here. My name is Jin Tiandu."
One of the tall monks looked at Xin Ming and Ling Qi and laughed. He patted the shoulder of the monk who was hunched over and started panting, "Is he right?"
"It's quite unfortunate." Xin Ming sighed, "My name is Xin Ming, and what he said is right."
"In such a ghost place, just the two of you were able to find the Spirit-Swallowing Stone for four consecutive days. What does that mean?" Jin Tiandu looked at Xin Ming and then at Ling Qi, "You are all smart people.