More and more people in the Longmen Secret Territory began to gather from all directions to the core area.

When there are more people, there will naturally be more strife.

Some enemies are very red when they meet.

Some are in front of the opportunity, seeing the wealth of the uprising.

In short, every day someone dies in front of the Great Dao Chance, and then becomes an opportunity on the path of other people's cultivation. Although some people die every day on the way to the core of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, there are people who keep rushing towards the core of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm every day.

The people who can enter the secret realm of the Dragon Gate, who is not the proud son of heaven in the sect? Who is not the pillar of the family? How can the pride in their hearts make them willing to live behind others. How could they give up the opportunity that was at their fingertips?

Moreover, who does not have a little hole card on their body, who does not have some life-saving objects given by the elders of the family, of course, these are not only their hands that are not weaker than others, but also the motives that make people blush.

The transition between what preserves life and what sends, is only instantaneous.

In the eyes of cultivators, the so-called fate is not only those heaven and earth spiritual treasures, the immortal cave mansion, the real chance still comes from the cultivators, from those cultivators with heavy treasures, and the cultivators are a real mobile treasure house.

People have no windfall and no wealth, and horses have no night grass and no fat.

As more and more people poured into the core area of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, battles inevitably occurred, and those who originally had a grudge fought to the death when they met. Those who originally had no hatred will have them when they fight.

As for who is right and who is wrong in the end, the hand that moves first is not so important.

Anyway, those who earn have already earned, and those who lose have already died.

In short, in this secret realm of the Dragon Gate, as long as they meet, there is a possibility of death.

In the vast forest, a thin boy flipped and moved from branch to branch like an ape, jumping from branch to branch from branch to branch from time to time.

The young man's body seems to be weak and boneless, slippery and slippery. Although his face was a little pale, his eyes were full of light.

Behind him, there were a few people who followed him like cats teasing rats.

A young man said to the middle-aged man who was walking in the front, "Senior Brother Zhang, why don't we just kill him?"

"Why did we just kill him?" the middle-aged man asked rhetorically.

Another young man said, "Qin Chifan, haven't you seen that Senior Brother Zhang is going fishing? Death of that young man is definitely going to die, as long as the fish is hooked, he will definitely die." ”

"Fishing?" the young man said with some puzzlement, "Could it be that Senior Brother wants to ......?"

The middle-aged man glanced back at the two teenagers, then faintly stared at the young man who was speaking, retracted his gaze and said: "The people who have entered the secret realm of the Dragon Gate will gather in the core area of the secret realm one after another, Zhao Changqing, you take a few of them to spread the news, I don't care what method you use, you must let that young man know that we are chasing and killing his friends." ”

Zhao Changqing didn't ask, and nodded directly.

Qin Chifan was still a little worried, "First of all, we don't know if that young man will go to the core area, and secondly, if we spread the news, won't this reveal our location?

"Trouble?" Zhao Changqing sneered, "With Senior Brother Zhang here, the people who come to find trouble are all here to send money boys, and I'm afraid that they won't come to find trouble! ”

Qin Chifan wanted to say something.

Zhao Changqing pulled him and said, "Okay, our top priority is to use the young man in front of us to fish out another young man." Complete Uncle Lin's explanation. Otherwise, we will all go into the abyss. ”

Hearing the word Abyss, Qin Chifan shuddered, didn't say anything more, and hurriedly followed Zhao Changqing to leave quickly.

Zhang Wendao watched the few people from the Netherworld Gate gradually move away, and smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth.

A bunch of waste.

Luo Le has been chased by the people of the Netherworld for several days, but the people of the Netherworld Gate only hurt him, even if he saw some big and small opportunities along the way, he didn't stop to get it, but followed not far behind him.

Luo Le glanced back and found that there was only one middle-aged man left, which meant that as long as he got rid of him, he would be safe.

Luo Le looked around for a moment, then suddenly accelerated, rushing towards a dense forest in front of him.

In the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, Dao Dharma spiritual weapons can't be used, whether it's fighting or desperately, they can only rely on their physical bodies alone. The stronger the body, the harder the fist. The fist becomes harder, and the truth will naturally be greater.

Zhang Wendao watched the prey in front of him suddenly speed up, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile that was not easy to detect, "That's right! ”

Zhang Wendao's steps were not big, and his speed was not fast, but it was just a few steps that were so smooth and slow, and he caught up with Luo Le, who had already accelerated.

Zhao Changqing suddenly stopped and glanced back at the figure of the middle-aged man who disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

He exhaled lightly, "Qin Chifan, for the sake of fellow disciples, let me tell you a few words that are heart-wrenching." What do you think of Senior Brother Zhang?"

Qin Chifan thought for a while and said: "He is polite and polite, and he speaks like a spring breeze, although he looks domineering in many places, he is a very good talker. ”

"Is it easy to talk?" Zhao Changqing glanced at Qin Chifan coldly, "If you really think that Senior Brother Zhang is a very good talker, then you are very wrong. I advise you, if you still want to get out of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm alive and take a few more steps on the path of cultivation, I advise you to put away your little caution, and it is best to do whatever Senior Brother Zhang says. If you make your own claims next time, or make rebuttals, or have bad intentions. I can only say that in this secret realm of the Dragon Gate, you will die in vain. ”

Qin Chifan's face was a little pale.

Zhao Changqing continued: "Being smart is not really smart. In the eyes of some well-intentioned people, your little cleverness looks simply stupid. Don't worry, I can see that you are stupid, Senior Brother Zhang is naturally ...... You can see it too. ”

After Zhao Changqing said this, he walked forward with a few disciples.

There are some things he has already said very clearly.

As for him, Qin Chifan didn't want to understand.

Then it's up to him to make it.

On the path of cultivation, life and death are at your own risk.

It's not a father or a mother, if you can persuade a few words, it's already kind, so what do you do.

It's a good thing to be greedy, but if you are greedy, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to chew it off?

Along the way, Zhao Changqing was naturally cautious, always taking what he should take, and not even looking at what he shouldn't.

However, because of a few crystal spirit cores, a few elixirs, and a few spiritual weapons with dissipated spiritual light, this Qin Chifan not only became greedy, but also had murderous intentions towards his fellow disciples.

You must know that this is a big taboo in spiritual practice.

Even he, Zhao Changqing, can see it clearly.

Could it be that Zhang Wendao is a blind man?

It's just a battle of ants and ants, and it's interesting to watch. If he doesn't want to see it, he feels annoyed and gets down.

Dead and wounded, it doesn't matter if you're right or wrong.

In the world of cultivators, the strong are respected, and many people die when they die.

This is especially true in the Nethergate, where death is death, and death is vain.

Therefore, he Zhao Changqing is not cautious.

Bi Jing, Qin Chifan doesn't want to live anymore, he Zhao Changqing still wants to live.

......

......

Dongluo fell from the sky with a small wooden box.

I don't know where it is, but it must be in the secret territory of Longmen anyway.

It's just that as soon as the winter falls to the ground, it is pressed to the ground by a tsunami-like pressure, and a dog gnaws on the mud.

Dongluo is obedient, even if he suffers such a loss, he doesn't dare to raise his head and scold God anymore.

Didn't even think about it.

After a long pause, he finally got used to the frequency of the oscillations under the pressure and began to slowly stand up.

The small wooden box looks like it is wooden, but the texture is hard and strong, and it is still breathtaking.

Falling from the sky, and then being pressed so hard, Jingran is still intact.

Dongluo pulled out the small wooden box from the ground, put it in front of him, and hesitated, should he open this box?

He didn't know what was in this wooden box, although since the transparent figure said that it was because of the things in the wooden box, he would inexplicably walk into the Mo Family Academy, but what was in this wooden box!

He didn't know anything about it.

Dongluo sighed lightly, and before he could ask what the name of the transparent figure was, he fanned out the tower with a wave of his sleeves, which was really miserable.

Dongluo sat down cross-legged, put the wooden box on his knees, and after only hesitating for a moment, he felt that there was nothing to hesitate, although there was already a way to live, but don't take life too seriously, Dongluo opened the wooden box.

I saw that there was a mirror that looked like a red copper polished in the wooden box, and the mirror was rusty, and there was nothing strange about it, and it didn't even seem to be worse than the broken copper and iron.

Dongluo looked up to the sky and sighed, wanting to cry without tears, and climbed up in the tower with his own conscience and questioning power layer by layer, staying for almost twenty years, and finally only giving himself such a broken mirror? Moreover, it is not the thing in the Lingyun Tower. It's still something in the mountain hut that Corpse Jiao and the others don't even want to look at.

The rags in their mouths were thrown at themselves like this? No wonder they couldn't afford to lose this person if they didn't let themselves open it in the tower.

Why! Dongluo wants to scold his mother.

Although he has always had the most optimistic attitude towards the fate of the avenue, just as he said to the transparent figure on the top of the snowy mountain, that is, he wants to suffer his own hardships, but also want to enjoy his own blessings, and he also wants to see the good of others.

But when it came time for him to suffer himself, his heart was still a little sour.

He knew from the corpse Jiao that the good things in the Mo family's secret cache were all in that tower! The houses he demolished with the corpse Jiao were not as good as a trace of tower hair! If the good things in the tower were only fought over by the corpse Jiao, and if he was taking them, then he could bear it if he thought about it in winter, and Bi Jing could be regarded as half a friend.

But there is more than one corpse Jiao in that tower! There are also Ye Yingshui, Zheng Nanfeng and others, thinking of this, they can't bear it.

He wanted to go back to the tower and fight again.

Dongluo sat on the ground, holding a broken bronze mirror, flipping it over and over again, observing, but in the end he didn't see anything.

Dongluo sighed lightly, and could only put the wooden box and the bronze mirror back into the mustard seeds, no matter how big or small, it was a chance.

If you say don't want it, don't want it, and throw it away, it's unlucky.

Dongluo changed a set of clothes, put the corpse Jiao borrowed his Sumeru things close to him, and said that the contents were fifty-fifty, and he Dongluo had not done that kind of shameless thing of guarding and stealing himself.

Everyone is a face-saving person.

So he was in the tower for more than two months, and no matter what was in Sumeru, he didn't even open it to take a look.

Not necessarily.

All the way, silent.

It's been almost three months since I entered this Dragon Gate Secret Realm, and the so-called big opportunity has not encountered anything, and nothing has been fought for.

It can be said that the only thing that can be called a big opportunity during this period of time is that he figured out the edge of Zhou Tianzi and others in the deep pool. At least he raised some of his heart and found a glimmer of hope.

He didn't complain about why Zhou Tianzi and the others didn't talk to him directly, he wanted to see him from the old Taoist who was easy to fall, and he had to go to the end of the dragon road. He knew how difficult it was for Zhou Tianzi and the others to say these words to him.

He could imagine that out of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, or in this Dragon Gate Secret Realm, there must be many pairs of eyes looking at him, staring at him, watching how he matured little by little, and how he fell and died little by little, and then smashed through the darkness in their eyes, so that they could be expected.

As long as Dongluo thought that everything he had done before seemed to be in full view, his heart was a little panicked.

Disgusting.

Dongluo glanced up at the sky and snorted a little disgustingly.

Poof.

Dongluo fell to the ground again.

He wanted to say, God, I'm not spitting on you.

But he was like falling apart, and he couldn't say a word in the middle of the sound, so he could only lie on the ground with a sad expression.

Eyes are blank.

The face is like ashes.

The heart is cold as death.

......

......

The world in Lingyun Tower is very large, and there are many people, so it is not too much to have one more winter fall, and of course it is not too little to have one less winter fall.

Therefore, without the winter falling in the Lingyun Tower, it will not be able to hit the slightest ripple, but without one person, it will still be a little different after all.

Mo Jia and Ling Yun just stood silently on the top of the snowy mountain, watching the snowflakes in the sky fall one by one, each one as gentle as the giant's gaze looking at them.

Mo Zhong stretched out his right hand, opened his palm, and caught a snowflake, the snow fell on his palm, and it did not melt, Mo Jia looked at Ling Yun and said: "Little bit, the giant is not dead, and it is not that he can't come back." What are you crying and crying, and you have no tears. ”

Ling Yun sat in the place where the transparent figure had sat before, clasping his hands on his knees, his heart seemed to have endless sadness, "Too big, if I say I want to be a giant." Isn't it a bit of a shame for our machine spirits? ”

The wind howled and the snow fell.

After Mo Jia was silent for a moment, he also sat down on the snow beside Ling Yun, "Don't be ashamed, because I also miss the giant." ”

Ling Yun let out a sigh and was stunned, "Big man, do you know what the giant put in that nasty little wooden box?"

Mojia shook his head.

Ling Yun looked a little aggrieved, "I just said that the giant still likes him more than me, that small wooden box must contain good things, I remember that before, the giant would give me any good things for safekeeping, but that small wooden box, the giant never opened it to show me, I knew it must be a good thing." ”

Mo Jia was speechless, and he didn't know how to persuade the aggrieved young man in front of him, he couldn't lie to him that there was actually nothing in the small wooden box!

But don't say that Ling Yun doesn't believe it, even he doesn't believe it himself!

Mo Jia thought for a moment and said, "Little one, you can't think like this! Let me ask you, how many good things did the giant give you, and how much did he give him?"

Ling Yun replied, "Give me a lot, just give him one!"

Mo Jia nodded, "That's fine, the giant still likes you a little more, you take out a single thing to compare with him, it may not be as good as his, but if you take out all the things and compare with him, can't you compare to him? ”

Ling Yun's eyes lit up slightly.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

Ling Yun jumped up happily again, and learned that someone picked up a snow ball from the ground, pinched it tightly, ran a few times, jumped out of the cliff, and smashed the snowball into the sky.

And so on, never get tired of it.

Mo Jia also stood up, and also threw a few snowballs like Ling Yun.

Because the sadness brought by parting has slowly weakened.

Just throwing and throwing it, it became two figures, one big and one small, throwing at each other.

The snow was getting heavier, and their figures were getting more and more faint, but their laughter was heard far and wide.

An inky light finally disappeared between the heavens and the earth.

When the ink-colored light completely disappeared, a five-colored thunderbolt slammed into a huge statue in the square of the Mojia Academy.

The statue fell, smashed to the ground, then fell apart, and finally disappeared into layers of powder in the air.

The statue, which was already riddled with holes, exploded, and the base of the statue also exploded, revealing a black bladeless heavy sword.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

The black bladeless heavy sword seemed to be enraged by the five-colored thunder, black gas came out of the sword body all around, and the black sword flew out of the pedestal tremblingly, one fast and one slow, and the competition between transformations was so natural.

A black sword light slashed towards the black clouds in the world in the direction of the five-colored thunder.

After a sword, the heavens and the earth were clear, and I could no longer see the slightest feeling of overcastness and rain.

A cold voice suddenly rushed up into the sky from within the black heavy sword, and entered the rolling clouds, "Just ask the heavenly immortals, who dares to come to the world?"

The black clouds that had just dispersed in the sky condensed out again, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and a bolt of lightning struck at the black sword without distinction between front and back.

The body of the black sword flipped over, the tip of the sword was facing the lightning, and it rushed straight up, shattering the lightning and piercing the black cloud with a single sword. It disappeared into the sky.

At the same time, there was a little fat man in the Lingyun Tower, who was panting and looking at the several tattered machine armors in front of him, and his heart ached, "Damn, if you accidentally start it, it will be a little heavier, these are the most precious thunder armor of the Mo family! If you take it to the outside world, you can buy a lot of money!"

The little fat man slapped his left hand hard with his right palm, "Look at the good things you did, there is no light one, how many spirit stones have been smashed with one punch?"

The little fat man quickly slapped his right hand with his left hand, "You still talk about me? You don't look at yourself, are you smashing less?"

As he spoke, the little fat man laughed himself, squinting slightly and looking ahead.

In front of you is a staircase, and behind the stairs is the next floor.

He pinched his knuckles slightly, and there was a crackling sound, and he knew that there were many more advanced armor than this one waiting for him on the next floor.

But he is not afraid at all, because he has that confidence and that strength.

He glanced back at the empty and dim tower, there was nothing in the tower, and he secretly said in his heart: "Little brother, you must not die in this Dragon Gate Secret Realm, you still owe me half of the Mo Family Secret Treasure not to me?"

He stepped up one step in the first step, four steps in the second, eight steps in the third, and finally jumped up directly, and with one punch knocked several pieces of armor blocking the staircase into a violent retreat, collapsed, and finally shattered.

The little fat man laughed, "Whether it's a conscience or a question, I don't have it, if you ask, I have the heart of the four seas, if you ask the force, I have the air of eating cattle." Come on! Let the storm come more violently! I took it all, I caught it. I'm here to see what I've taken a fancy to, who dares to rob me? Who dare?"

This fat-covered little fat man laughed and rushed directly into the army of machine armor, fist to fist, palm for palm.

One punch isn't enough, then another punch.

If one palm doesn't work, then another one.

The horse of the tiger and leopard is unwritten, but has the air of eating cattle.

The eagle of the bird is not fully fledged, but has the heart of the four seas.