"Bang la la~~~"

This sound continued, making people have a headache, but Xiao Yi was woken up by the overwhelming rain.

He sat up blankly, and heard a man next to him shake his hoe, and ran away, "Ghost~~~ Fake corpse!!"

The man ran and fell, and from time to time he hit the trunk of a tree, which was indescribably funny.

Little None of them can laugh.

With the help of the Kong Ming lantern hanging on the big tree next to him, he clearly saw that this person was actually a man who walked with his brother when he met Brother Yu Xiao for the first time.

I don't know what he was doing here in the middle of the night? A bad premonition came to mind.

He wiped the rain from his face and found that the numbness in his body was gone, but his muscles were still a little sore.

He braced his hands and tried to get up, but as a result, the tentacles were unusually cold and smooth, and when he looked at it through the faint light source, he screamed in fright and hurriedly threw it away.

It wasn't some dead branches, rotten stones, it was actually a dead man's hand bones, and the terrible white-gray was so eerie and terrifying on such a night.

And on his right hand, there seemed to be many, many more of these bones, and his face was instantly pale as paper, and his whole body trembled like chaff, and it was with great difficulty that he mustered up the courage to climb out.

Lifting the Kong Ming lantern on the tree, a burst of thunder flashed, and by the light of lightning, he couldn't help but look back at the way he came, only to realize that it was actually a very imposing mansion.

The door of the tomb had been destroyed, the stone monuments, the masonry were broken all over the floor, and the place where he had been lying was a coffin.

Tears of displeasure flowed down the ground at once. No matter how unknown he is, he also knows that he was buried, or he was ruthlessly buried alive by his big brother who thought he was very gentle and kind.

If it weren't for the man who robbed the tomb and cut him down, if it weren't for this heavy rain, this place would probably be his resting place.

Since then, he has never been dressed cleanly. He doesn't want people to see his true colors, and he doesn't allow others to peep at him again.

Although Lan Ling is a well-intentioned suggestion, any one can only be the wind in his ears and ignore it.

strength, so that he does not allow!

...........................

On the other side, the female disciple of the Soul Devouring Sect who was scared away by any of them, because she mistook the relationship between any of her seniors, offered a priceless purse, not only lost a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, but also gave the purple gold token to the top.

As a last resort, they fought hard to kill two disciples, and snatched a purple gold token from the hands of another small sect, and obtained a quota that could enter the ruins of the God King.

The man holding the wooden stick represents the Sea Spirit Sect, and there are only ten people in the whole sect who come, and after the competition, it is still ten. Not only that, but it has also become the dark horse of this competition, and it actually has three places in a weak state, which is eye-catching.

A group of other sects came to the world, and they almost brought out the power of the entire sect to strengthen the momentum. However, a little egg (. . . No, in the end, it was Wu Yang's departure.

Among the many sects, the Sea Spirit Sect is unique, and it is particularly out of place. Even if a practitioner comes forward to talk, he will ignore it, let alone take the initiative to make friends.

Lonely, cold and arrogant, it is the label of this sect, and other sects consciously or unconsciously, draw a line with them and isolate them.

And they were happy and unimpressed.

"Senior Brother Fan, this kind of game is too boring, why don't we quit?"

One of the disciples of the Sea Spirit Sect stretched his waist, with an expression of idleness and boredom.

"No, I'm having fun. The man with the wooden stick, that is, Fan Yicai, the senior brother of the Sea Spirit Sect, said casually: "Watching this group of little shrimp jumping around is much better than listening to the old man in the sect chanting." ”

Those "Powerful Demon Music Sutra", "Mountains and Seas Demon Sutra" and so on, have been tormenting him for a long time, and his ears are about to become calloused.

In order to be able to go out freely to practice, he begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother, so he sent to kneel down for the group of ancestors, and finally looked forward to something to do, which was the time when he was full of interest.

"Uh~~~" The disciple of the Sea Spirit Sect shrugged helplessly, "Be careful of playing with fire and self-immolation, we are in the limelight now, and the road to the ruins of the God King will definitely not be peaceful." ”

"The sect master just let us have a long experience, and it is already a bad rule to participate in it, if we enter the ruins, the future is unpredictable!"

"What are you afraid of, our people, take out a person who can completely crush this continent. They can all go to the ruins of the God King, but can't we?"

Fan Yicai's words are not bragging, their group of people looks very young, but in fact, their cultivation is not weak, and the worst one is about to reach the stage of transforming into a spirit.

It's just that they go out to experience, not to show off. Everyone has been given a forbidden spell by the strong man in the sect, and unless it is a last resort, under the condition that it does not endanger their life safety, this forbidden spell will forcibly lower their cultivation to the sea spirit stage.

However, even so, under the same rank, they have few opponents. After all, his skillful control of spiritual power was much higher than that of these monks who had just stepped into the sea spirit stage.

The rest of the sects that did not snatch the Purple Gold Token called for friends and walked in groups of three or five, and they did not give up.

There is still some distance from the Purple City, and the ruins of the God King are just below the ground. As long as you grab the token before entering, it's not impossible.

The battle for the Phantom Spirit Valley is only open-faced, maintaining the fair and selfless face of the immortal cultivation world.

The private contest has just begun.

This time, the people of the Divine Spirit Sect and the Wan family cooperated, and each got a token from each other. People on both sides are not satisfied.

This is the third time they have cooperated, and in the past, they could each have two pieces and occupy the lion's share. However, since the emergence of this mysterious Sea Spirit Sect, this benefit has been gone.

The people of the two sects chose to walk in the last place with a tacit understanding, far away from other sects.

Wan Ying is a lively little girl, who was detained by the ancestor in the Phantom Spirit Valley for a few days, and she couldn't go anywhere, so she was already suffocated. On the road, every now and then I find something to do.

"Master Qiqi, it's not good, that Wan girl...... She, she, she...... It's too much, she actually set the hair of one of our disciples on fire. ”

A disciple was so angry that he couldn't breathe, if Wan Ying was in front of him, he would have to spray her on the face.

You must know that the hair and skin of the body and the parents cannot be easily damaged. This fire came suddenly, and when I was caught off guard, the three thousand green silk burned out, and I couldn't swallow this breath in my heart anyway.

However, the other party is a guest, and in extraordinary times, he can't do anything to people, which makes the disciples of the Divine Spirit Sect feel aggrieved.

The hand of the head of Yanjia stroking his beard paused, and then smiled casually, "Haha~~ What a little bit of a matter, the little girl is young and inevitably naughty, as a senior brother, you can take care of it more." ”

"I have a hair pill here, you can take it and apply it to that disciple's head, and it will grow after a sleep. ”

"Thank you for the reward!"

The disciple left with the medicine pill in his hand satisfied, and the head of Yanjia stood in place for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking.