More than a dozen corpses on the ground were still staring at the sky with wide eyes, unwillingly looking at the sky, and they didn't bat at death......

Zhao An walked among the corpses, and his mood had gradually calmed down from the initial shock to acceptance.

The more you go to the depths of the forbidden land, the more corpses there are, at first it was just a single corpse, the flesh and blood were lying on the ground in a blur, gradually, the number of corpses became more and more, in addition to the corpses of monks, there were also many corpses of insects and beasts, and there were even many ways to die at a glance.

Even Luo Juncai's body was found in it!

That Luo Juncai died a very miserable death, his body was frozen by frost, and his body was scarred, especially his hands were cut off by his wrists, and his hands were so vicious that Zhao An was also terrified when he saw it.

If he didn't guess wrong, it should be Liu Youfu who killed people.

Zhao An looked at those corpses and couldn't help but sigh.

Mortals dream of cultivating immortals and living forever, but on the first day of Zhao An's cultivation of immortals, he lived a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife all the time, and he was on the verge of life and death all the time.

took out the jade slip in his hand to identify the direction, Zhao An looked at it, and suddenly frowned, looking thoughtful.

"There are a few fewer people...... "Zhao An muttered softly.

Before they set off, Elder Liu had already told them that each point of light on the jade slip represented a person, and if the point of light disappeared, it meant that the corresponding disciple had fallen or voluntarily given up the trial and teleported out.

In just half a day, there were more than ten less cursors on the jade slip, which also meant that more than ten disciples had lost their lives or given up the trial.

This is only the first day of entering the land of trials, and according to common sense, there will not be so many people giving up, so there is only one possibility, and that is that these people should all fall.

Thinking that nearly a dozen people died on the first day, and this was only the disciples of the Yunhai Sect, in other parts of the trial land, the other three sects did not know how many disciples had died, which made Zhao Anxin even more gloomy, and became more and more upset.

What Zhao An didn't know was that at the same time, the disciples of the Falling Sword Sect also discovered that the disciples of their own sect were disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

For a while, a huge panic enveloped the entire trial place.

After all, this is only the first day, and for the next nine days, I don't know what will happen.

Holding the jade slip in his hand, Zhao An hesitated, thinking about whether to move closer to the disciples of the same sect, after all, at this time, there was still a better chance of survival if there were more people.

But after some thought, Zhao An's reason still prevailed, and sometimes, the biggest danger is often not the opponent, but his own people.

Unlike the other people who came to compete for the Tsukidan, Zhao An knew that his cultivation was not the highest here, although he had many magic weapons and talismans on his body, he didn't dare to hold it up, he just wanted to go out safely after ten days in this place of trial.

After thinking about it, Zhao An still avoided the cursor on the jade slip, and instead took another detour, deliberately avoiding the place marked with danger and immortal grass on the jade slip, and moved forward in a roundabout way.

……

"We've given you all the storage bags, what more do you want!"

An angry roar came from somewhere in the forbidden land, and I saw that in mid-air, the three Canglang Sect disciples were in a panic, running in a panic, extremely embarrassed, looking back at the figure chasing after them from time to time, and screaming angrily.

"Ahem...... Phew!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm spit on the ground, Han Da said lazily, "If it weren't for the few of you around, Lao Tzu wouldn't bother to chase you, hurry up and fight with Lao Tzu, and I'll have enough fun with you for half a day." ”

"This madman!"

The scalps of the three of them are about to explode, and the other party's cat-and-mouse style of play is really unacceptable to them, but the other party's cultivation is terrifying, and the thunder and lightning in one hand have reached the point of transforming into an image, and they are really not the opponent of the other party.

As soon as they saw each other, all the magic weapons of the three of them were destroyed, and then they turned around and ran away frantically.

But even if they used up all the talismans on their bodies, they still couldn't get rid of the lazy shadow behind them.

"It's too much to deceive people! Rather than being exhausted of spiritual power and dying, it's better to fight with him!"

A disciple of the Canglang Sect turned his heart sideways, paused and stared at Han Da with his eyes. And his companion also held his breath, and also stopped, and the three pairs of eyes looked at Han Da angrily, with a determined expression.

"Yo, do you want to fight?"

Seeing the posture of the other three people, Han Da's originally lazy expression instantly became excited, the arc around his body flickered faintly, and the wind suddenly rose, the black robe was flying, the black hair was fluttering, and he looked domineering.

Seeing Han Da like this, the three of them had weak legs and almost didn't kneel on the ground, but when they thought of the embarrassed appearance of being chased before, they still gritted their teeth, and the three of them glanced at each other and rushed towards Han Da together......

At this time, in a clearing, a small blue grass softly stretches its branches and leaves with the wind, and often every swing, there is a faint aura emanating out, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

But next to the azure blue grass, a green-robed Lingyin Sect disciple was controlling several red pythons to open their black mouths, and their bright red nature attacked the air from time to time, spraying transparent venom.

And in the sky, a huge sword exuded a formidable sword aura, firmly protecting the disciples of the Falling Sword Sect behind him, and between the flow of sword light, the surrounding aura was restless, constantly preventing the attack of the giant python.

However, after all, the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect still lacks skills, although the flying sword can withstand the venom of the red giant python, but the disciple of the Lingyin Sect has a lot of insects and beasts in his hands, and the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect is not as good as a person, and his calf is cold and was bitten by a red giant python.

The red giant python was extremely poisonous, but after a few breaths, the disciples of the Falling Sword Sect had purple lips and convulsions, and the giant sword that was originally controlled also fell to the ground with a "brush".

"I don't want the spirit grass...... Please, spare my life. ”

The fear of death enveloped his head, and the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect fell to the ground, looking at his opponent with a pleading face, "Give it to you, give it to you, this is my storage bag, and this sword of mine, all for you!"

Speaking of this, the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect suddenly closed his mouth, not that he didn't want to speak, but that the few red giant pythons had climbed on his body at some point, and the huge tongue was facing his face, a scarlet wind rushed to his face, and his bright red temperament spit out from time to time, and the frightened disciples of the Falling Sword Sect were covered in cold sweat, and they couldn't say a word.

"Spare you?" the Lingyin Sect disciple smiled coldly, stepped forward, and a red python climbed up his body along the Lingyin Sect's disciple's hand, "It's a pity that you have wasted so much venom from my treasure!"

"Kill him!"

As soon as the Lingyin Sect disciple's words came out, the red giant python on the disciple of the Falling Sword Sect suddenly opened its mouth and bit down on his neck without hesitation......

The closer they got to the end of the trial place, the more and more killings of all kinds, the powerful disciples of the four great immortal sects took action one after another, cleaning up the people around them, and occasionally some disciples of equal strength met together, and when there was no necessary conflict of interests, they would pass by with a tacit understanding.

It's only the third day of entering the Land of Trials, and it's not yet time for them to fight, so they should try to preserve their strength as much as possible, and wait until the final battle for Tsukidan before breaking out together.

I don't know if Zhao An was too lucky, or he was cautious all the way, and he turned the danger into a few times along the way, and he didn't fight anyone head-on.

The most thrilling time was that Zhao An had just chosen a hidden position to rest, and it didn't take long for him to encounter the battle between the Falling Sword Sect and the disciples of the Cangxu Sect, it was really a tragic battle, Rao is Zhao An had experienced several battles, but he was also shocked by the bloody battle.

Fortunately, Zhao An had used the Concealment Technique to restrain all the aura around him earlier, and the hiding position was extremely hidden, so he was not discovered.

But no one thought that in the end, the two factions would end up together, which was cheaper Zhao An, who accidentally took away seven or eight storage bags, and then quietly left here.

Seeing that there was nothing to do along the way, Zhao An followed his own route and deliberately avoided the disciples of the Yunhai Sect, and finally on the fourth day, I don't know if Zhao An was too smooth before, or his luck was used up before, at the corner of a certain mountain range, he was blocked by two disciples of the Falling Sword Sect.

"It's really unlucky, I waited for such a long time to wait for such a waste. A disciple of the Falling Sword Sect glanced at Zhao An's cultivation and spoke rather disdainfully.

"No matter how small a fly is, it's a leg. Something is better than nothing. Another slightly older Falling Sword Sect disciple spoke.