Especially the flowery old man's blood is screaming to the sky, and he thinks to himself, he has suffered all the sins he has suffered all his life in this special training, how do you know that it is not enough, and there will be more serious sins when he returns to the blood gate. I don't want to live!!

At home, he can't sleep without holding a woman for a day, and here he is so tired that you fall asleep for a day. At home, he has one hundred and eight dishes per meal, and he has to drink blood here. At home, he is dressed in perfume and bright clothes, and here he is stained with the stench of bird feces.

He has to do it, he's the head of the regiment, and if he doesn't do it, he'll die.

The blood has not touched the woman in the past few days, the fire is big, the toothache is big, and the words are "babble" when thinking about problems.

Seven days of special training, the blood rushed to the sky and really survived, which is already a miracle.

His cowardice has almost changed. After eating raw animal meat for so many days, it grows meat without growing meat. Fight hard with demon beasts every day, and your cultivation will not last long, and your actual combat ability will not be improved.

I don't think I think of these achievements, but in the eyes of the other monks, this old playboy has become a different person, a real monk. Although sometimes complaining and full of oily tones.

Little Boundless didn't have time to listen to the bugs whispering and whining there. He handed over the blood sound to the head of the women's group, Xue Meihui, to take care of, and flew to the top of the tallest giant tree in the distance, sat down and continued to practice.

A huge funnel of light reappeared in the night sky, collecting twenty miles of moonlight. As a result of breaking through to the four hearts, the range of the little boundless moonlight absorption was doubled! The huge amount of moonlight energy gathered to the apex and condensed into moonlight liquid!

Seeing this scene, the monks who were still complaining also felt that they were very bored. If you have time to complain, why don't you use it to practice?

Let's take a look at the young sect master, a cultivation madman. Alas! This is the gap in the ideological realm! The gap in ideology has created a gap in cultivation and combat effectiveness!

It's time to wake up!!Fight for Jackie Chan!!

The sound of blood woke up, and when he saw the huge light leak on the giant tree, he was very ashamed. The young sect master's heart is pretending to be the sect, and the cultivation he wants. And he actually thinks about some messy things about children's love.

She didn't know why Shaozong mainly used that way to relieve her of the lewd poison, but she also guessed some reasons. There is a kind of obscenity that seems to be solved in this way, and the cultivation of both sides will increase greatly.

Judging from the appearance, it may be that the young sect master was forced to do that. If the young sect master really liked himself, the young sect master would not have struggled when he was held in her arms just now, and he would not have used his powerful divine sense to knock himself out.

Alas, it seems that I still think too much. I don't want to! I want to use practical actions and the results of cultivation to win the hearts of the young sect master, not that messy thing.

The heavenly sound strings play!

"Knock Knock Ding Knock ............"

The blood red over there was also dissipated under the easy talk of Xueming Mountain, and the anger in the eyes that saw the light leaking turned into little stars. She also began to meditate and practice. Practice! Can't be left behind by the young sect master! Catch up with that old demon wave! Otherwise, the young sect master will become an immortal in the future, and she will still be a little elf, how unworthy she is! Work hard! Practice!

Open the mountain plate for me!

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ............"

The two women couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes collided, and they exploded in the air!

In these seven days of special training, every night, driven by Xiao Wubian, everyone is practicing and no one is lazy.

Even the old man is no exception, and he can't make an exception if he wants to, if you get on this stinky ship, you have to be stained if you don't stink! If you don't practice, you have to practice! Besides, the damn young sect master has given him the position of head of the regiment, and the whole regiment is looking at him, he can't be ashamed, right?

The blood rush from being forced at the beginning to now is consciously voluntary, and the transformation is quite big!

The power of the example of the young sect master is infinite! The power of the team of the Stinky Legion is infinite!

There was nothing to say after a night of practice.

The seven-day special training finally came to a successful conclusion.

The Stinky Legion no longer stinks, and one by one they are dyed with perfume and drive back to the Blood Gate. The reason why I have to spray perfume is mainly because there is still a little bit of smell on my body, and I use the smell of perfume to cover up and press.

When I went home, I should have cheered and celebrated, but the bugs were silent.

The bedbugs who were in a hurry were embarrassed by the young sect master's words last night. It's better not to come back, it's better to get some fresh air in the jungle!

There was no welcoming ceremony at the Bloodgate, and no one came to welcome them. Those who should go are gone, and those who stay are busy. Besides, the Stinky Legion flew directly into the Spirit Lake with a flying machine, and there was no time to accept the welcome!

This is the order of the sect master Blood Sanjing!

As soon as he entered the archway of the Blood Gate, the young sect master announced the order of the sect master, and the entire special training corps immediately set off for Linghu!

Most of the monks of the Stinky Legion had entered the Spirit Lake, and they hated the Spirit Lake deeply! As soon as they heard this order, they almost dropped their flying weapons, and the voices of the heavens shouting for their mothers came and went.

It turned out that the "important thing" that the young sect master said last night was this fatal thing! He just jumped out of the stinky lake and entered the sea of blood!

Linghu is a place where the Blood Gate is used to practice physique, and it is open to all inner disciples and all monks above. But it is usually conditional, and it is to be exchanged for merit points, not with money and spirit crystals.

Use the blood water of the Spirit Lake to improve your physique, but you have to endure the pain of blood and water quenching your body. This is not as simple as the first and second orders in the mortal realm. The higher you go, the more painful it is to train your body.

Xiao Wubian soaked in the Spirit Lake for about ten days, and endured great pain before he raised his physique to the fifth order Xiaocheng. With the guarantee of physique, Xiao Wubian's blood-side body can survive the bombardment of the four hearts and five thunders, no, the bombardment of the seven thunders.

Without physical protection, the monks would not dare to be happy. Many monks are unable to be happy because they are physically unable to improve.

The reason why the Blood Gate was able to become one of the top ten elf families in the Taiji Spirit Realm with the family of the middle spirit star was that the merit of this Spirit Lake training was not small.

Only one or two people benefit from the knowledge tower, and only the inheritors of the Tai Chi wheel benefit. And the Spirit Lake is a benefit for all the Blood Gate monks!!

It is precisely because of the rapid training of the blood water of the Spirit Lake that the number of Heavenly Spirits in the Blood Gate is not the least among the top ten elf families, and the combat effectiveness is also strong.

Since the other elf families all occupy the fairy spirit star, and the immortal pressure effect of the fairy spirit star itself will produce a good physical training effect, just like the physique of the Nine Heart Heavenly Spirit of Blood River Mountain is not as good as the physique of Zhao Zihao, the four-heart heavenly spirit of a fairy spirit star.

Blood River Mountain is a typical monk who only recultivates and does not retrain his body. In the depths of this Spirit Lake, there is already the blood water of the ninth-order physique of the super spirit body, which is the blood water transformed by the nine-hearted heavenly spirit beasts on the Immortal Spirit Star that the sect masters of the Blood Gate have spent a lot of money to buy.

The first is that Xueheshan does not pay attention to physical training, and the second is that Xueheshan rarely goes out to obtain meritorious services for the sect. Without meritorious service, even if you are a great elder, you will not be able to enter the depths of the Spirit Lake. Linghu is guarded by the dragon in the sky.

Don't look at the fact that there are only a few Nine Heart Heavenly Spirits who are active in the Blood Gate now, once a war starts, the original heads of the direct families, the original heads of the original families will appear, these old antiques who have lived for eight or nine hundred thousand years are the real combat power of the Blood Gate.

Therefore, even the Spirit Emperor Zhao Jiakang had suffered defeat in the Blood Gate, and he did not dare to fight the Blood Gate exclusively.

Those who have not yet entered the Spirit Lake and practiced their physique are the ones who were only recruited this year, like Blood Red, their group of inner disciples. The first two months were to familiarize these new inner disciples with the environment and accumulate meritorious deeds. The top 100 in the Young Sect Master Selection Contest a while ago all had meritorious awards.

"Hahahaha! Hello young master! Hello little cubs! Welcome to Linghu! Follow the order of the sect master, in the next twenty days, you will belong to me. The last time Linghu was open for free seemed to be 10,000 years ago. Haha, it's been a long time since I've tortured so many people. It's fun to think about. Hahahaha!" The dragon stretched out a huge dragon head from the spirit cloud above the spirit lake in the sky and laughed.

It's ridiculous that the dragon is wearing a little red hat in the style of a house on his head in the sky!

The monks who have been to the Spirit Lake hate the dragon in the sky to the core! This big guy specializes in playing pranks, causing the monks who enter the Spirit Lake to suffer the pain of flesh and skin, and the pain of knocking bones!

When many monks heard that they were going to stay in this hellish spiritual lake for twenty days, they were so frightened that they dropped their flying weapons and fell into the spiritual lake. The vast majority of the monks have bitter faces, thinking about the pain of physical training, goosebumps all over their bodies!!

Blood Chongtian is one of the monks of the Falling Lake, and he is the most afraid of entering the Spirit Lake. The pain of tearing flesh and bones all the time makes people just don't want to live. The more he didn't want to get close to the Spirit Lake, the more he couldn't improve his physique, so he had always stayed on the Four Hearts Heavenly Spirit for only three thousand years, and he didn't get close to it at all.

He couldn't get in if he wanted to. His physique was completely raised by pills, and all the Heavenly Spirit Hearts were protected by high-level thunder protection spirit weapons. But the fifth heart's Tianxin Thunder will definitely not be able to withstand it. With his fifth heart being struck to death by thunder, it is better to live lazily for hundreds of thousands of years.

Only those like Xuehong, who had never entered the Spirit Lake and had not enough meritorious points, cheered heartlessly there, but looking at the people around them, they had to suppress their excitement and follow the bitter gourd. Because the bitter gourd crowd next to them has already told them that this is not heaven but hell, you are happy and cheering!

"Oh yes, what? Ben Long himself came to greet you, and you weren't happy? But these happy cheers are a bit to my liking, and I'll take good care of you in a while." These dozens of people who have fallen, give Lao Tzu to the lake water of a higher order, don't kill you, Lao Tzu is not called a dragon!"

He was in the clouds, and as soon as the dragon's head stretched out, and the dragon's mouth blew, a tornado swept up the monks who had fallen into the shallow water of the Spirit Lake, and blew towards the depths of the Spirit Lake.

Along the way, a few fell into the lake from time to time, and bursts of screams sounded, and all the cultivators felt numb in their hearts, and they all grabbed the flying weapon, not wanting to accept the torture of this spiritual lake so early!