The monks around who were screaming in pain were shocked when they saw that the young sect master dared to step over the steps to soak in the Spirit Lake, and he was not so mad that he screamed in pain!

Their young sect master is really very human! The monks all felt inferior one by one, and they were no longer as crying and screaming in pain as before, and they also endured it silently and practiced silently. No matter how loud you scream and cry badly, the blood god will not come to save you.

Of course, Xue Sanjing, who was hiding in the clouds and observing the mist, also saw Xiao Wubian's performance, and nodded and praised: "I didn't misunderstand this kid." This pain is painful, and the bedbug will become a dragon! Besides, this little boundless is a dragon. It seems that the future of the Blood Gate is really on this kid. ”

Blood Sanjing prayed to the heavens worriedly: "Blood God, the blood gate in this life is going to be destroyed in the hands of Sanjing. In the future, you must bless the boundless revival of my blood gate! Blood God! Blood God!"

"Sect Master, what are you talking about, what kind of blood gate is going to be destroyed?"

"Ahem! This young sect master is really good, you have to listen to him well in the future and assist him well. Well, it's almost all the gossip. I'm going to refine some more pills, but hopefully in twenty days there will be enough of them. Xuesanjing said earnestly, with words in his words, and he could hear the dragon in the clouds and fog.

Oh, they were already in the clouds.

Blood Sanjing plunged into the Spirit Lake in two steps, and there was not a single wave in the Spirit Lake.

"Listen to him, assist him, what kind of nonsense. I'm just listening to him now, assisting him? No, am I not doing a good job? Sect Master! Sect Master, what are you doing so fast? Where did I not do a good job? You say clearly, you ...... "The dragon is still there in the clouds and fog in the sky, although his divine sense is extremely high, but this IQ is not good."

"Xiaolong, you see, today's income is really a lot. These monks are really rich. Look, look, this is a million-year-old pearl, I'll ask the sect master to refine the position of this lintel for me in a while, do you look good or not. Xiaohong flew back to the clouds with a belly full of treasures and showed off her wealth to the dragon.

"Wow! That's all that on the first day. Nineteen days to go. It's gone, it's been posted! Xiaohong, let me take a closer look at these treasures. Wow, I'm afraid this ginseng is a million years old, right? Look at this beard. Xiaohong, you can't break this beard, it's worthless. Wow! Bloody jade! This is a good thing! This must be bloody............" The dragon and the little red house were sharing the money in the clouds and fog, and there were bursts of wow, bursts of thunder.

Long Zaitian and Xiaohong's behavior is a typical collusion between officials and businessmen. Long Zaitian is not good for the Linghu law enforcer to come forward in person, and Xiaohong, relying on her close relationship with Long Zaitian, has found the right to provide services for a fee. To put it mildly, it is power rent-seeking!

Of course, this hook between Long Zaitian and Xiaohong can't escape the divine sense of Blood Sanjing.

Through observation, Xue Sanjing also knew that most of the monks who entered Xiaohong's house to rest were direct disciples from well-off families. These families have been disappointing in their efforts to donate money to the war, really

The richer you are, the more stingy you are!

Blood Sanjing was also happy to see Xiaohong and Xiaolong take this opportunity to knock the monks of these families fiercely, so as to get more supplies for the war. So Xue Sanjing didn't care about the collusion between the two officials and businessmen at all, he wished that these two guys would charge more.

Long Zaitian and Xiaohongfang didn't know yet, they were busy coming and going, and in the end, they didn't make a wedding dress for the sect master and contributed to the blood gate.

Blood Sanjing snickered wickedly in her heart, looking forward to seeing Xiaolong's watch that handed over all the treasures!

Not only the monks of the Special Training Legion, but even all the middle and high-level leaders of the Blood Gate asked to take turns to enter the Spirit Lake to refine their bodies on this day. Even the Refining Department and the Refining Department, which have very heavy tasks in producing war materials, require that two shifts resting in three shifts must enter the Spirit Lake Refining Body, which is a mandatory requirement.

Of course, the mid-level and high-ranking leaders knew that this was the last effort of the suzerain for the war to come.

What the Blood Gate is about to face is that the Spirit Emperor Mountain and the Nine Great Elf Families who are pouring out of the nest are a hundred times more powerful than themselves, whether the Blood Gate can pass this hurdle or not, even the elders and hall masters are beating drums in their hearts!

However, even if a hundred wolves hunt a reckless cow, the reckless bull will not sit still, and will sharpen its horns to fight desperately for survival!

Under the leadership of Great Elder Blood Honggang, the Soul Beast Department worked hard to improve the soul beast's heart level and combat effectiveness.

Under the leadership of the Second Elder Blood Hongliang, the Beast Training Department accelerated the increase in the number of beast exorcists.

Under the tutelage of the five elders of the Blood Sect, the newly established Musical Rhyme Department of the Blood Gate has greatly improved the musical illusion skills of Zhou Xiaoxiao, Hongyanfang Qimei and the ten newly recruited disciples.

The nine strange harps of Blood Sound were also enhanced by Blood Sanjing with the Knowledge Tower.

After the study of Blood Sanjing, the nine strange harps of Blood Sound are the things left by the fairy world to the upper realm of the spirit world, and the things sealed inside are not like soul beasts, but like formations and the like. But these formations, Blood Sanjing couldn't see through them at all, just like a small boundless divine sense seal.

The entire Blood Gate is doing its best for the last fight!

The monks of the Special Training Corps thought that when they entered the Spirit Lake, they would stay away from the beasts that ate three times a day. It's all home, and the treatment must be much better, isn't it. At least three meals a day, you can eat.

However, what I never expected was that it was still a beast three times a day! And according to the physique of different monks, it was a higher-order beast! The beast ate it, and like the water of this spiritual lake, it turned over the river and the sea from the internal organs to torture them!

At the beginning, the monks all went on a hunger strike to protest against the inhuman treatment of the sect! But there was no leader to deal with it in this spiritual lake, and there were no melon-eating crowds to watch!

The monks who have been hungry for two or three days can only eat, and if they don't eat, they will starve to death? Besides, the beast is disgusting and uncomfortable to eat, but eating it does have a significant effect on the improvement of the body.

Some of them are good. The point is that you don't have to sleep in this spiritual lake!

At least you can sleep in the jungle, although it is a tent, you can always sleep. But in the Lingling Lake,

You have nowhere to sleep, and when you are sleepy and tired, you can only lie down on the blood and rest and sleep.

Fortunately, the blood water of this spiritual lake is thick and dense, and it can't sink when lying on it. Although you can't sink, if you flip over, you will be choked by blood.

If it weren't for the little red house to pity everyone and provide everyone with a good place to rest, although the fees are getting more and more expensive and the time is getting shorter and shorter, it is better than nothing.

In the jungle, at least you can breathe fresh air, eat fresh fruits, and fight with monsters.

But in this spiritual lake, there is only pain that does not torment you all the time. There was no fresh air, only the disgusting smell of blood. There are no fresh fruits, only raw beasts to eat, no monsters to play with you, only the little red house occasionally comes over to extort money.

And even more hateful, that is, only blood and water to drink. Really, there is no other water to drink, not even rain. The dragon is also stingy in the sky, he doesn't even sneeze, it's good if you hit one, a little rain for the cultivators to enjoy.

Think about drinking the water in the bath, or the water that countless people have soaked in, it is disgusting.

In the beginning, everyone didn't drink this dirty and disgusting Spirit Lake blood water. But if you are thirsty, you will drink to death, so you must drink. No way, people are all bī). Hungry people still eat people!

Alas, no wonder the young sect master said that they were playing in the jungle. Now that I think about it, they really had a very comfortable time in the jungle. Compared with this monotonous and painful Spirit Lake, the jungle life is a few big grades.

The monks of the Stinky Legion miss those six nights in the jungle. Dig pits and set traps, bury mines and wiring, collect fruits and collect medicines, and fight tigers and leopards. You can look at the moon and count the stars, and you can talk about the world.

But in this hellish place, except for blood and blood, except for pain, it is still pain! It hurts so much that you don't have the heart to talk about the world.

Twenty days of inhuman, hellish physical training and torture soon passed.

After twenty days of uninterrupted body training, each monk of the Stinky Legion had improved their physique by at least one level. Xiaocheng's basically mentioned Dacheng, and Dacheng's mentioned consummation. The results of refining are obvious.

In the past twenty days, Long Zaitian and Xiaohong have been blackmailing the rich monks non-stop, almost squeezing them dry.

Especially the bloody sky, who is already so poor that his limbs are soaring to the sky, and he has nothing. Not only was the blood rushing body hollowed out by the ethereal beauties in Xiaohong's house, but all the money was hollowed out by Xiaohong.

He was worried about how to face the ten tigresses at home when he got out of Linghu! These ten tigresses are all money-guzzlers!

The blood rushed to the sky and didn't even want to go out of the Spirit Lake, there was food, drink and red houses here. It's just that now there is no money to enjoy the services provided by the Red House.

Most of the monks were okay and didn't enjoy the illusory services provided by the Little Red House, first, money was not allowed, and second, the cultivation time was urgent, so how could they have time to engage in those messy things.

Look at the twenty-day time that is about to pass in the anticipation of all the cultivators, and all the cultivators are planning, after leaving the Spirit Lake, in the Spirit Emperor

In the only two or three days left before the arrival of the army, Shangjing Banner City went to fight the tooth sacrifice to comfort the stomach that had not eaten cooked food and wine for nearly thirty days. Buy a few new clothes and burn them all the clothes that stink with the smell of bird droppings!

Wine friends have invited each other to the "cyclamen" in Jingqi City for a big drink! The nuns have made an appointment to go to the largest Weill luxury brand store to pick out fashionable and beautiful fashions!

Two or three days before the arrival of the Spirit Emperor Alliance, enjoy a good life again! Who dies in the war is up to fate!