The heavy and low sea of clouds was pierced layer by layer by a figure falling from the sky.

Winterfall rushed straight to the ground with a long white line.

Just as he was about to land, Winterfall hovered.

The corners of the clothes that flew up slowly flattened, and the messy hair pressed against the thin cheeks again.

A tender green grass kept sweeping the tip of his nose in the spring breeze, tickling his heart, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Blowing dust between the mouth and nose.

Bang!

The winter fall of the five-body throw fell to the ground.

Always practicing where he fell, he lay down Dongluo spread his limbs and lay on the hard ground of the Longmen Secret Realm.

The grass is green, the river is like a jade belt, and the secret territory of Longmen is peaceful and quiet, and you can't feel tension and danger.

Winter fell in, lying on the ground and looking forward, in the distance was a vast forest and a sparkling river, that is, there was no precipitous mountain or boiling abyss.

There is just peace, calm and tranquility.

Of course, all this is just a façade. No one knows under which rotting leaves there is a terrifying existence waiting for the opportunity to choose food. was staring coldly at the boy lying on the ground.

Maybe I fell from the sky and was stunned, or maybe I just wanted to lie on the ground for a while. Winterfall is lying on the ground of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

After a long while, Dongluo's eyes finally blinked, and a breath of turbid breath came out, and he stood up tremblingly with his hands on the ground.

Dongluo looked up at some inexplicable existence in the sky, and wanted to say something that would make him dissipate.

But after thinking about it, he still gave up on this great cause.

Bi Jing raised his head three feet to have a god, and when he met one or two good-tempered people, he treated him as a little ant and let him go. If you meet those who have a bad temper, you will trample him to death as a little ant.

Even if you are in the secret realm of other people's dragon gates, even if you are a dragon, you have to lie on your stomach for others.

Dongluo can only comfort his body that has been pressed on the ground for half a day by the coercion of the Longmen Secret Realm, and comfort his heart that has been crushed.

Although it was difficult, Dongluo stood up.

The pressure fell from the sky one by one, making his body tremble and his face flushed.

"No, the coercion in this Dragon Gate Secret Territory is too damn big, several times greater than the coercion brought by the pressure formation in the Qin Heavenly Prison. Who can withstand this!"

Dongluo looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's over, I haven't fought with others fairly in the Dragon Gate Secret Realm! ”

The more I think about it, the more angry I become, and it doesn't matter if there is a god or not, Dongluo will scold.

After scolding, he shrunk his neck and looked around cautiously, and Dongluo found that there was no one, so he raised his head and walked confidently.

It didn't take a few steps before he was crushed to the ground again.

It took another long time to get up with difficulty, and he didn't dare to raise his head and say anything about the three-character scripture.

After walking forward for a while, Dongluo found a lot of elixirs for practicing pills along the way, but the level of these elixirs was very low, so Dongluo didn't even bother to look at them.

Just kidding, people are not bad for money now, and they still care about fly legs and mosquito legs.

Among these low-level elixirs, there were occasionally one or two high-grade elixirs. It's just that most of the higher-level elixirs have already given birth to good spiritual intelligence, and before he can make any moves, these elixirs have already disappeared.

To these grasshopper legs are slightly larger than fly legs, mosquito legs. Even having difficulty walking, he only has a greedy share.

The opening time of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm is uncertain, and the opening of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm in the past was as long as several years, and the short time was only ten days. As soon as the time comes, the outsiders of the Longmen Secret Realm will be thrown out by the Longmen Secret Realm.

After a few days, not to mention the great opportunity and great creation, Dongluo did not even encounter a living person. This made him wonder if this Dragon Gate Secret Realm was too big.

But when he looked back, the deep pit he had fallen out of when he had fallen to the ground a few days ago, he did not hesitate to dispel this strange thought without thinking.

Bang!

Your uncle's.

Winterfall falls to the ground again.

Dongluo moved his slightly movable left hand with difficulty, took out a piece of dried meat from the mustard seed in his left hand, and gnawed it with hatred.

The opening of mustard seeds does not require aura, it relies on the power of the soul, and in the final analysis, mustard seeds still belong to the category of spiritual weapons, but they are just a few spatial spiritual weapons.

As long as a soul imprint is inserted into the mustard seed, it is equivalent to putting a lock on the mustard seed, and only the soul key that matches it can be opened.

After Dongluo finished gnawing on a large piece of jerky, he barely regained some strength, braced his arms on the ground, and staggered to his feet again.

Now the internal qi condensed by the Yi Jin Sutra in his body is constantly disappearing and reappearing, but now both the number of appearances and the thickness of the internal qi are much thicker than when he walked the dragon path.

If the internal qi on the dragon path is one strand of hair, then the current internal qi is two strands of hair.

The white inner qi diligently bypassed the meridians occupied by the extreme ice, and began to open up new channels.

It's just the effect...... It's just a bit miserable.

But it's better than nothing!

At least everything is developing on the good side.

One thing, as long as it doesn't get worse, even if it's just standing still, can also be called a good thing.

Now that he can only travel a few meters a day, he can only do nothing in his body and constantly guide the hair-thick internal qi to wander around secretly.

"Sand, Sand, Sand......"

A strange sound came.

Dongluo stopped, his body slowly moved forward, his ears moved slightly, and his spiritual sense was always watching behind him, beware of those unknown dangers, some of them came from the aborigines of this secret territory of Longmen, but more of them came from outsiders like Dongluo.

Ahead, a dark shadow is battling an unknown creature. Winterfall cautiously leaned over to the center of the battlefield.

The black shadow should be a loose cultivator, and it does not belong to the major families, nor does it belong to any sect.

At the moment, he was fighting a vine-like plant. At first, the black shadow was able to dodge with the advantage of his body, fighting and retreating. However, as the battle became longer and longer, the coercion in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate also suppressed him, making him unable to exert his full strength.

As the battle became more and more intense, the green vines gradually increased, and the black shadow's physical strength was slowly exhausted, and it was almost impossible to keep up with the needs of the battle.

This battle of disparity in strength has also come to an end.

When Dongluo walked in, he happened to see more than a dozen vines piercing into the body of the black shadow cultivator. The Black Shadow Scattered Cultivator of the ninth layer of the Quenching Skin Realm didn't even have time to scream, and was sucked up by the vines with all the energy and blood essence of his body, turning into a dull skeleton without a trace of luster.

As soon as the wind blew, the skeleton was scattered in the wind and disappeared.

A person who didn't know the true cultivation, but was at the ninth layer of the Quenching Skin Realm in the secret realm of the Dragon Gate, died quietly like this.

Dongluo is still a little afraid, a loose cultivation field cultivator who can afford to pay a huge amount of spirit stones to enter the secret realm is not much worse.

What's more, ordinary mountain and wild cultivators may not be as good as those authentic cultivators with heads and faces from famous mountains and rivers in terms of magic weapon exercises, but they are much higher than those authentic cultivators in terms of fighting methods, fighting skills, and mental scheming.

Winterfall cautiously walked around the vine-strewn area. Keep walking.

In the following time, he saw a wrinkled face of a treeman lying on the ground snoring. There are long bewitching flowers that suddenly bare their fangs and tear at the surrounding plants. These dangerous places are selectively avoided in winterfall.

Half a month passed slowly, and Dongluo still didn't meet a living person. Dead people met a few. But without exception, the mustard seeds were taken away.

Some of them died at the hands of all kinds of plants and demon beasts in this secret territory of the Dragon Gate, and some died at the hands of different family sects or people from the same family sect.

Under the temptation of cultivation resources and elixirs, all human nature seems to become transparent here. All relationships are naked, bloody, and full of sin.

But this world only recognizes the one who survives in the end, and never cares how he survives or how he survives. This is this world, this is the most ruthless and intuitive embodiment of the Three Thousand Great Avenues, and this is also the most cruel relationship between cultivators and cultivators.

Heaven is constant, and it will not survive because of anyone.

Dongluo has gradually adapted to the pressure in the secret territory of Longmen, and his body, which was originally like walking in a swamp, is now finally a little refreshing.

In the secret territory of Longmen, not only is the war between cultivators and cultivators cruel, but the battle between demon beasts and demon beasts in the secret territory is even more bloody.

"Roar!"

A loud roar shook the leaves of the trees in the forest.

Winterfall hid under a tree and watched the battle in the distance seriously.

It can be said that he was able to adapt to the pressure of the Dragon Gate Secret Territory in such a short period of time, and the survival habits and lifestyles of these native demon beasts and plants gave him a great inspiration.

If you want to adapt to the environment, you have to integrate into the environment.

Today's Dongluo is more and more like a native of the secret territory of Longmen.

In the distance, there was a big battle between a mangbull more than 20 meters tall and a 100-meter-long colorful giant snake.

The scales of the giant serpent shimmered with metallic light, and its scarlet vertical pupils stared indifferently at the reckless bull that was stomping on the ground not far away.

The head of the bull hung low, and a pair of horns as thick as adult thighs headed towards the top of the colorful giant snake like the top of a mountain.

The bucket-like giant snake slammed into its abdomen and ejected, narrowly avoiding a dangerous bull charge.

Bang!

The unabated reckless bull directly smashed into a towering giant tree, splashing branches and dead leaves.

The hundred-meter-long giant snake coiled on a towering tree, condescendingly looking down at the mangniu, between the snake letters, a drop of snake saliva fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound, straight to the green smoke.

The snake's body writhed irregularly and unconsciously.

Syllable!

The giant tree, which can only be hugged by more than a dozen adults, was directly broken at the waist.

The snake body that had been gathering momentum for a long time suddenly popped out with lightning speed, and bit on the swarthy back of the mangniu.

The sound was deafening like metal striking, and sparks were splashing everywhere.

The four hooves of the mangniu bent slightly, and suddenly soared to a height of 100 meters, his body trembled, his body flipped in an instant, and he hit the ground with his back against the giant snake!

Bang!

The soil splashed, the trees broke and the branches were broken, and they were a hundred meters in the air, but in an instant, the bull and the colorful giant snake fell to the ground.

The colorful giant snake roared, and the scarlet snake letter, the dark green snake saliva slid down the dark and smooth fur of the mangniu, dripping to the ground.

The colorful snake body of more than 100 meters long of the colorful giant snake quickly wound up against the body of the mangniu.

The belly of the bull swelled instantly, and its four hooves soared into the air, as if it was about to break free from the entanglement of the giant snake.

The body of the colorful giant snake was gradually broken away by the mangniu.

The scarlet vertical is cold and cold, the body of the colorful giant snake trembles, and the colorful snake scales stand upside down, colorful and dazzling in the sun.

After struggling for a moment, the bull hung his limbs weakly. The colorful giant snake's body slowly relaxed as it squirmed, and it opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the already exhausted reckless cow into its belly in one gulp.

The colorful giant snake glanced coldly at Dongluo's hiding place, dragged its belly, which was extremely incongruous with its body, and slid away.

The rocks and trees along the way were instantly smashed and broken.

Mountains and rocks burst out, and trees blew up.

Dongluo withdrew his gaze from the chaotic battlefield, his limbs trembling.

Burst!

Dongluo spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell directly to the ground.

From the previous battle between the Bull and the Giant Serpent, he observed a strange phenomenon.

That's trembling.

Whether it is a reckless bull or a giant snake, when the battle reaches the most critical moment, the flesh and blood have some trembling big or small.

Dongluo had already decided to integrate himself into the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, so it was naturally impossible not to imitate the way of fighting the demon beasts in the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

But when his limbs and bones trembled like a giant snake, he found that the pressure in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate seemed to have increased countless times, and it instantly pressed him to spit blood from his mouth and fall to the ground.

Dongluo thought to himself, it must be something wrong, lying on the ground, he controlled his body and slowly trembled regularly.

The pressure on his body was also high and small, and when it trembled to a certain frequency, he found that the pressure around him disappeared in an instant.

It turned out that the pressure in this Longmen secret territory was similar to a huge magnetic field. When the body trembles to the same frequency as the pressure generated in this magnetic field, then it has already integrated into the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

Dongluo jumped up and laughed.

It's just that when he laughs and laughs, he can't laugh, because the frequency of the pressure in this Dragon Gate Secret Realm seems to be constantly changing, and the pressure that has just disappeared appears again.

Dongluo's face was slightly gloomy, and he controlled his limbs again.

Winter Fall snorts, and when you reach the same frequency, you will keep changing your frequency.

Then my body resonates with you, you change and I change, and I move when you move.

During the slight movement of the body of the winter fall, the frequency gradually reached the same as the pressure frequency between heaven and earth. His body kept shaking, he kept vomiting blood, and he kept falling to the ground.

He was constantly experimenting to find the frequency, frequency, and frequency of pressure changes in the secret territory of Longmen.

Try to find the pattern of their changes.

Let the tremor of the body be at the same frequency as the Dragon Gate Secret Realm at all times, so as to achieve the purpose of resonance.

After not knowing how many times he vomited blood and how many times he lay on the ground, Dongluo stood up tremblingly.

Dongluo glanced at his body with a strange expression.

Since ancient times, the entry and cultivation of martial arts cultivators have been the most difficult, of course, it is not that the threshold of martial arts cultivators is high, but the price that martial arts cultivators have to pay every time they enter the territory is huge, which is simply beyond the same.

Every time a martial artist enters the realm, after being beaten by others, he grasps the invisible vitality between life and death, so as to break through the realm.

One step of life, nine steps of death, as difficult as climbing to the sky.

This is also the reason why Wufu is the strongest in the same realm, there is no one. Because every time Takeo enters the country, he fights with his life.

Even if it is recognized as the most lethal metal sword cultivator in the world, in the face of the martial artists of the same realm, he can only hope not to be defeated too miserably.

As for being able to resist a few punches from the martial artists of the same realm, it depends on the cultivation of the sword cultivation, and the martial arts have exerted a few strengths.

It was precisely because he knew that it was difficult for Takeo to enter the realm that Dongluo's expression would be so strange, because when the trembling frequency of his body resonated with the pressure in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate.

He found that the flesh and blood cells around him seemed to come to life, and his whole body was frantically devouring a magical aura in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate, constantly adding to his body.

Originally, it was only equivalent to the triple strength of the Forging Bone Realm, and the strength of the physical body was instantly strengthened by a large margin.

As for whether it is so strong that it is equivalent to the Bone Forging Realm, because he is not a martial artist yet, it is not very clear.

And as the mysterious aura in the secret realm of the Dragon Gate was constantly devoured and absorbed by his flesh and blood cells, his body was gradually strengthening.

Even the white internal qi condensed from the Yi Jin Sutra was a little thicker.

It's just that it seems that that mysterious aura only has an effect on simple flesh and blood strengthening, and not only has no effect on the breath in Wufu's body, but it is still being suppressed.

Dongluo patted the dirt on his clothes and walked forward.

The grass is green, the scenery is picturesque, and the winter falls and looks up at the sky.

It seems that this Dragon Gate Secret Realm is not so annoying!

......

......

The spring breeze blows, blowing green not only the autumn grass and autumn leaves of the Longmen Secret Realm, nor the streets and alleys of Luoyang City, but the entire Shenzhou Continent.

Li Mu rode on his horse and looked at the prairie that turned from yellow to green in the distance, without saying a word, there was a childish black-faced boy beside him.

As for the few cavalry soldiers behind them, they were the large perimeter army of the armored forest, which stretched far and wide, and had been rising and falling into the distant hills.

The black-faced young man asked with some concern, "Uncle Li, do you think he can survive?"

Li Mu didn't answer this question, "If you had seen how hard he worked to survive when he was a child, you wouldn't have asked this question." ”

The black-faced boy seemed to be more willing to believe that the person he was talking about would survive, so he didn't ask any more.

The black-faced young man changed the topic and said to a middle-aged man with a gloomy face behind him: "Rong Xuxuan, if you still want to die and struggle, I can give you another chance." But this is the last time. If you lose, not only will you die, but I will also leave none of your Beimang Twelve Divisions. ”

The look in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a gloomy face changed, staring at the back of the middle-aged man and the young man in front of him.

Both were people he would never forget.

Under the impact of the army commanded by the middle-aged man, the 12 Beimang Divisions, which had been painstakingly formed, were full of loopholes and vulnerable.

The army that was finally formed again was defeated again and again by the young man in front of him, as if he had learned the art of war from pigs for many years.

What bullshit military gods, competing in front of them are so vulnerable.

It's just a joke.

Seeing that Rong Xuxuan didn't answer for a long time, Li Mu said softly: "Rong Xuxuan, do you still have the courage to fight again?"

Rong Xu Xuan let out a long sigh, and seemed to unload the exhaustion of his whole body, "The general of the defeated army, how can he be brave." ”

Li Mu nodded and said: "You can learn so much from Chen Baxian's several classic battles, and you are also known as the Beimang Military God, which shows that your talent in the art of war and military affairs should not be underestimated." After that, he studied Chen Baxian's battle ......"

Li Mu looked at the black-faced young man's resolute side face and said, "It's better to follow Chen Baxian...... Half a disciple, learn what the art of war is. You must know that if you lose to him, you will not be wronged, and if you lose to me, you will not be wronged. ”

Rong Xu Xuan's face changed drastically and he looked at the black-faced young man in front of him.

If he is a disciple of that person, then it seems acceptable for him to suppress himself in the art of war, even if it is many.

Because he was a disciple of that man.

The black-faced young man said lightly: "Rong Xuxuan, you have entered the hall in the art of war, but you are only in the field of vision...... Compared with me, it's still a long way off, you go and collect your Beimang 12 defeated army!"

Rong Xu Xuan smiled bitterly, if he didn't know that the young man in front of him was a disciple of that person, even if he was half, he would have the courage to fight again.

But if you know, you won't have the courage to fight.

Some people are so strange that as long as you hear his name, you can't raise the slightest bit of struggle.

Rong Xu Xuan shook his head and said, "My subordinates are defeated, and I am willing to return to the field." If you don't fight, you can't move. I only ask the two generals to be kind to the people of my Beimang Twelve Divisions. ”

The black-faced boy seemed to be very distressed by this answer, and he shook his head regretfully, "Isn't it true that I have no strength to recover my homeland for the myth in your mind? ”

Rong Xu Xuan raised his head slightly, his eyes puzzled.

The black-faced young man said in a deep voice: "Rong Xu Xuan, immediately collect your twelve Beimang divisions and allow you to form the Rong family army." One year at the latest, I will take you to the northernmost part of the Shenzhou Continent, let you see what the vision is, and let you listen to the thunder of the water of the North Sea crashing on the reef of the Shenzhou Continent. Let you see what Chen's Art of War is. ”

Rong Xuxuan turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground and said, "The last general, Rong Xuxuan, will take the order." ”

The black-faced young man waved his hand, and Rong Xu Xuan got up and beat his horse away.

It was as if all the scattered mental strength had returned.

Li Mu turned his head to look at the young man beside him and said, "Just let him go?"

The black-faced young man said indifferently: "If you haven't beaten him so many times, then kill him." ”

Li Mu didn't speak, nodded, and looked ahead.

The piece of land opposite the horse's head has a name, called Chen Guo.

They used to have an owner named Chen Baxian.

As for who will be their future owners?

God knows.

Li Muyang whipped the horse and left.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass.

Li Mu, who was tired of running, unsaddled and put the horse and lay on the grass.

Staring blankly at the sky.

The grass on the grasslands of the far north is green year after year!

Wangsun, will you return or not?