Others were fortunate to be hung on the cliff rope and tortured, but I made my own stool as soon as I came down, as the so-called people are more popular than the dead, they have nothing to say except envy, jealousy and hatred.

I reached out and tugged at the rope in front of me, making some noise for the people on the cliff, lest they mistake me for death.

Then I whispered to the people on the rope:

"Don't worry, with me here, you'll all go back safely. ”

Comforted by my words, they were in a slightly better mood, and they all began to arrange the ropes under their feet and wrap them around themselves as much as possible to relieve the pain in their hands.

I don't know how long the head of the cliff will hang us, so I sit in a homemade chair and have nothing to do, so I just practice on the spot.

What I didn't expect was that the spiritual power on the edge of this cliff was quite sufficient, and of course, it was also possible that because I had eaten the Returning Spirit Pill in my body, my cultivation income doubled.

Originally, I was running "Sanqing Language", and I was very happy under the absorption of doubling spiritual power, but suddenly, I vaguely found something unusual.

I paused slightly, and temporarily stopped "Sanqing Yu", although I caught the different gas that had just slipped into my body.

This kind of patrol with mental power,I learned it by accident when I repaired the necklace last time.,Now it seems,It's very useful.。

It didn't take long for me to pick out the different breath that surprised me...... It's magic!

This Black Mountain of the Blood Pavilion actually has magical power?

I opened my eyes in confusion and tried to look around for a different place, but it was hard to find anything other than cliffs and fog.

Thinking of such a mysterious Blood Pavilion, his sect master founder may be a person from the Demon Realm, but it may not be ......

This question is too complicated and not so important to me for the time being, so I don't think about it anymore, since it is rare to find a place with magical power, I simply absorb and absorb more.

Before entering the state, I got up again and slapped spiritual power into the bodies of the eight people one by one.

Looking at this posture, the head of the sect on the cliff will not pull people up for a while, it is already noon at this time, and it is estimated that it will not end until the sun goes down.

Returning to the edge of the cliff to sit cross-legged, I reviewed in my mind the Demon Realm Exercise "Ancient Demon Heart Sutra" that I had learned at the beginning, and since the last time I learned and absorbed the black mist in my body, I have rarely run the Eight Classics.

My spirit body has poured the five grades of the spirit lotus, but the demon body has always only had one grade.

It is also related to the surrounding environment, spiritual power can be cultivated almost anywhere, but magic power is difficult to find.

When running the "Ancient Demon Heart Sutra", it seems to be extremely jerky, with low proficiency and slow efficiency.

The time of cultivation always passed quickly, and when I finally finished running the three rounds of the Ancient Demon Heart Sutra, I slowly opened my eyes and found that the sun had set.

I hurriedly looked at the eight people around me, and sure enough, they all couldn't hold on.

I quickly got up and grabbed the rope and swung towards them, switching back to the spirit and slapping it into their vest.

I looked up at the cliff with some annoyance, but unfortunately it was obscured by the fog and I couldn't see anything.

These leaders really don't treat people as human beings, and if I hadn't been here today, I'm afraid these eight people would have to fall off the cliff.

Although the state of the eight people improved after I was photographed with spiritual power, their will had almost collapsed, and they all hung on the rope like dead ashes, like corpses.

I gritted my teeth and said:

"It's getting late, they're about to pull you up, hold on to it!"

One of the boys looked at me weakly and asked:

"Do you need to be so hard to enter the sect? Where is this cultivation, it's like going down to the eighteenth layer of hell, I can't even pass this first level, why did they choose me?"

These questions left me speechless, and also made me feel a sense of déjà vu.

Because of these words, I used to silently shout to the wolf.

Sometimes, fate is like this, it will not greet you at all, and it will put the hardest things in front of you.

All I can say is:

"Get through it, you win, if you want to live, you can only win!"

……

Fortunately, not long after I finished saying this, there was already movement on the cliff, and the ropes of three people began to move slowly upward.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over.

I feel that if I wait any longer, these people will have to commit suicide and jump off the cliff.

Because the assistant to the head coach was limited, it was a three-person pull-up, and I was ranked in the last wave.

When they came ashore, they were all tired and paralyzed on the ground, their mouths cracked and their tongues were extremely weak.

I noticed that the head of the bishop seemed to be gone, and only three teaching assistants remained, who had just brought people up.

The three of them stared at us with surprised expressions and muttered:

"Just one died?"

"I didn't expect this batch of newcomers to be quite fierce...... In the past, it was good to be able to come up alive two, but this time there are nine, it seems that it is to break the record of the Blood Pavilion newcomer battalion. ”

I pretended to crawl on the ground like everyone else and listened quietly to their conversation.

It turns out that in the past, you could only survive two at most in this test, no wonder......

The three teaching assistants didn't have any words of warmth or encouragement, let alone anything left, just said coldly:

"Go back to the house and rest, and continue tomorrow morning. ”

After saying that, the three of them turned and left, leaving eight or nine people who collapsed to the ground like dead bodies.

I waited until they were far away before I stood up.

First, he went to the ancient well, filled a bucket full of cool and thorough well water with a wooden barrel, and put it down in the center of the eight people.

Without saying anything, some people took the lead and crawled over with their spittle, took the water and poured it into their mouths, and finally buried their heads in the barrels, and the rest of the people scrambled to gather together.

After seeing that they had eased up, I also sat down silently on the edge of the cliff.

Thinking back to the magic power he just practiced, although he only barely ran three rounds of the "Ancient Demon Heart Sutra", the income was very good, this has nothing to do with the Returning Spirit Pill, it should be that the magic power of this black mountain is unusually abundant.

In just a few hours, I have already absorbed most of the magic power, and if I am given another half a day, I will be able to break through to the second-grade realm.

At this time, after the eight people competed for buckets of water, they gradually recovered their mental strength and knew that they would go to the well to fetch water.

The sullen scorpion was the first to come to me, and I thought he was going to thank me again, but he only asked softly:

"Big brother, can I survive in the Blood Pavilion?"

I turned my head to look at him, and the scorpion was about the same age as me, but it looked very precocious, and even had a sense of adult vicissitudes.

After thinking about it, I chuckled:

"As long as you want to live, you can live. ”

The scorpion looked up at the mountain in the distance, where the sun had set and the afterglow of the sun, and suddenly asked:

"Big brother's ambition is not in the Blood Pavilion, where is it?"

I sighed:

"I don't know, maybe ...... It's my ambition to be alive. ”

(Good night)