There are three major cultivators in Zhenyang City, namely Zhenyang No. 1 Middle School, Zhenyang No. 2 Middle School, and Zhenyang No. 3 Middle School. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The strength of the three high schools is comparable, and the admission rate is around 0.025%.

Like Zhenyang No. 1 Middle School, where Su Yu is located, there are two thousand and nine people in the third year of high school, and the top fifty have the opportunity to be admitted to the Immortal University, they are also the so-called top students, and their cultivation is all nine levels of qi refining.

And Xiao Zhengran, the first in the grade, had reached the ninth layer of qi refining in his first year of high school, and the reason why he had not broken through for a long time was because he wanted to lay the most solid foundation for the tenth layer of qi refining, so as to completely destroy his peers.

For example, a top-level wind blade can cut a ninth-level qi refining monk to death, and Xiao Zhengran, with his battle suit and strong body refining strength, can resist Su Yu's hundreds of wind blade attacks, which can be described as extremely powerful.

With such a powerful enemy, Su Yu could only rely on his ability to beat him.

"The immortal monuments are still recovering, don't destroy the roots and exterminate the seeds when you collect medicine, dissolve when you understand it, and act separately!" The leaders of the three high schools gave the orders and began to move freely.

The team of nearly 6,000 people dispersed in an instant, and each team rushed to the deep mountains and old forests.

There are patches of ancient trees here, mountains are continuous, dark clouds are countless miles, and thunder flashes, which makes people subconsciously become nervous.

A new monument like this, under the dust of dead silence, has the potential to give birth to a new life.

They could be a dead seed, a severed limb, or a bone.

Even if the vitality is extinct, in this era of great immortal cultivation, it can be like the ancient lanterns, recover from the dead silence, regain new life, and reappear in the world.

"Brother Xiaolong, I have walked here for nearly five miles, and I have not found any traces of demon beasts, but I have only occasionally seen elixirs, and it seems that the ancient monuments have just reached the stage of biological recovery." A thin-faced man in a second-middle shirt stared at the light curtain of Zhibiao and analyzed.

The recovery process of cultivating immortal monuments is generally divided into several stages, one is the recovery of heaven and earth, the second is the recovery of biology, and the third is the inheritance of birth.

Li Xiaolong stared at the foggy mountain, and said solemnly: "Don't be careless, you look at the 10,000-zhang high mountain far ahead, the whole body of the mountain is full of ink mist, and it may hide a great terror." ”

Li Xiaolong is one of the top students in the second middle school, a ninth-level cultivator of qi refining, good at spell attack and defense, a typical scientific and technological immortal cultivator, and especially relies on the spell auxiliary function of the wisdom watch.

"Hehe, what if there is danger, the ancient monument has just been revived, and the newborn demon beast must only have the cultivation of the Qi Refining Realm, with Brother Xiaolong's instantaneous means of spells, killing the enemy is not a matter of being captured." A dozen brothers around laughed.

"Perhaps." Li Xiaolong was noncommittal, as the first scholar of the second middle school, he did have such self-confidence.

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"Qingwan, the mountain in front of us is covered in ink and mist, should we go there?"

A blue-haired woman leaps through the woods, wearing a white school uniform and a black pleated skirt fluttering in the air, with occasional flashes of holy light.

"Let's go!"

Wang Wanqing wore long apricot yellow hair like a waterfall, her eyes flashed like cold stars, her complexion was like snow, she was wearing a white broken folded skirt, and she held her small waist like a peerless fairy.

At this time, she patted the cold sword in her waist, only to hear a sonorous sound, a white mark swept through the ancient forest, turned into a starlight and was born out of nowhere, and the sound of the sword roared in the mountains and fields for a long time.

Sou!

Wang Wanqing walked with a sword, followed by the female students of Zhenyang No. 3 Middle School, and advanced towards the Misty Mountain.

On the other side, in the abyss.

It's unfathomable, dark, and estrangely isolated.

Scold!

In the darkness, a faint white light suddenly emitted, which looked like a white dragon head at first glance, and then a lifelike white dragon tattoo.

At this time, Xiao Zhengran walked out, the muscles of his whole body were intact, there was no trace of scars, but he was more robust, the lines were more prominent, and his qi and blood were more surging.

The white dragon tattoo on his back, as if it was alive, exhaled and inhaled, like a heartbeat, and like a dragon's sigh.

"Su Yu, you're going to die this time!"

Xiao Zhengran's face was terrifyingly calm, only to hear a long roar, like a dragon jumping, thunder and explosion popped out from the soles of his feet, exploding on the spot, and clods of soil flew away.

Boom!

He was like a white horse, jumping hundreds of feet high, the speed was unimaginable, fierce and terrifying, and when he lightly rubbed a piece of granite, it turned into powder, which was overwhelming.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

From time to time, the abyss heard the sound of clods of earth being trampled on.

……

Except for the first day of the three high schools, all of whom went to the mountains, the rest of the students also noticed the magnificent and immeasurable mountains of ink mist.

"If you look at the map, the top students are moving to the front line."

"It's normal, the task of drawing a map is generally given to top students, so let's pick up elixirs after us."

"No, their direction seems to be the mountain."

"Not to mention, the top students from the three high schools are all moving closer together and running towards that mountain."

"That high mountain is so peculiar, there must be a heavy treasure out of the mountain, let's go, even if we can't eat crabs first, we have to follow behind to drink soup."

After a few clicks, many people in the forest began to run towards the mountain.

As they expected, this mountain is not just a single ancient lantern plant, in fact, the main reason is that this mountain hides a supreme inheritance.

After a few incense sticks, the top students have rushed to the foot of the mountain, looking at the clouds and smoke of the thousands of feet of high mountains, and can't help but feel small.

This foggy mountain, towering into the sky, with ink mist flowing all over the body, makes people unable to see the whole picture, and I don't know if there are new demon beasts born from a desperate situation on the mountain.

These monsters are the most dangerous species in the monuments.

They were reborn in a desperate situation, or they were born with the strongest talents, and swept away the enemies of the world.

Like in ancient times, it took hundreds of years for beasts to cultivate to demons. If you want to cultivate to the realm of Jiedan, it will take more than a thousand years. If it is cultivated to the Yuanying realm, it will take 10,000 years to say the least.

And now, the demon beasts born from the desperate situation, their qualifications are unprecedentedly strong, with a growth rate comparable to that of the human race, as soon as they are born to the Qi Refining Realm, they can build a foundation within two or three years, they will become a demon beast within ten years, and they can definitely become a Yuan Infant within fifty years, which is extremely terrifying.

Fortunately, before the birth of the monument, there were dozens of people such as the strong man Haoranzi, who strangled 90% of the new crisis in the cradle in advance.

The other nine percent were born in the ancestral land of the demon clan "Ancestral Mountain", which was protected by the gods of the ancestral mountain, and the human race could not attack it.

The last one percent is one hundred and one is sparse, and at the same time, because of the wanton killing of the human race, it caused the anger of the demon race, and threatened that when the ancestor returned from rebirth in the future, he would kill all the human beings and sacrifice his dead relatives with skulls.

"Xiao Zhengran, aren't you missing the exam, why are you in the monument again?" Song Sijing, who was wearing a Tiffany blue miniskirt, questioned him in person.

Xiao Zhengran glanced at her, not planning to respond.

"Xiao Zhengran, why weren't you present when you gathered outside the Xuanyang River to speak earlier?" Li Xiaolong's eyes narrowed, and the wind blew his clothes, making a hunting sound.

"Ben does not do much, why do you need a reason!" Xiao Zhengran snorted coldly, he also had an eighth-level gale, his clothes were dancing, and his aura was not false.

Seeing this, the top students in the field flashed with envy in their eyes.

"Raise your eyes and raise your eyebrows, it will become an eighth-level gale!"

"That's the performance of cultivation when it's solid to the extreme, and I heard the teacher say that the core principle is that the spiritual pressure generated affects the circulation of the surrounding three zhang air." Some people said enviously.

"Indeed, it is also the ninth layer of qi refining, but people can rely on spiritual pressure to add wind fields for themselves, blowing clothes and hunting, it's really cool!"

Some girls looked at Xiao Zhengran and Li Xiaolong, who were opposite each other on a boulder, their eyes were fiery, and their eyes were full of small stars.

"Rightly, you're the most handsome!"

"Thunder! Thunder Dragon! ”

"Oh, oh, Goddess Wanqing is also here!"

"Sword Immortal King Wanqing, one sword breaks the Xuanhe!" When the male students of No. 3 Middle School saw Wang Wanqing, they all sang the praises of Wang Wanqing's prestige. Someone once saw Wang Wanqing break the hundred-zhang wide Xuanyang River with a sword, so it has this reputation.

Wang Wanqing came with the sword, standing beside Si Jing, the white clothes were peerless, and he was also hunting in clothes, and his cultivation was solid to the extreme.

She swept her eyes coldly, and her gaze pierced the air like two sharp swords, making the eyes of her fiery male compatriots sting, unable to look directly at her Ruojian gaze.

"Why, didn't any of you dare to go up?" After Wang Wanqing finished rectifying this group of fanatical male compatriots, her cold eyes suddenly swept to the two grade firsts on the left.

"Hmph, God knows if there are any demon beasts on the mountain, so it's better for us to team up." Li Xiaolong crossed his arms, as the first scholar, his arrogance was no less than that of Wang Wanqing.

"As a boy, don't you know how to be a pioneer in front of girls?" Song Sijing also squinted at the two of them.

Xiao Zhengran didn't listen, but looked up at the mountain, and kept staring at the flowing ink mist on the mountainside, where the fog was more than four or five percent less than in other areas.

He secretly said in his heart: "Anti-heaven elixir ......"

Looking around the audience again, it was all the top 50 students, and Su Yu, who was in the bottom class, was not present, and it seemed that he had taken the lead.

"Xiao Zhengran, you ......" Song Sijing saw Xiao Zhengran's face move slightly.

"Sorry, I'm going to go first." Xiao Zhengran said as he suddenly squatted down, the muscles of his legs tensed to the extreme, as if there was a dull dragon groan.

Boom!

Suddenly, the soles of the feet thundered and exploded, and the dragon roared in the mountains.

He turned into a white horse, jumped into the sky, paddled a distance of more than 900 zhang with extreme speed, and then plunged into the foggy mountains.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped, their eyes fixed on the bursting boulder.

The stone had been torn apart by him, and the brute force bombarded the ground along the stone, blasting out a terrifying crack that split from the center to all sides, with a radius of ten zhang in size.

Li Xiaolong was on another stone, his face was cloudy.

Just now, he and Xiao Zhengran were standing on the same stone, and he felt a domineering coercion through the stone, and that kind of brute force was terrifying to the extreme.

"Xiao Zhengran, you don't want to win me!" Li Xiaolong raised his hand to pinch the trick, and the runes on his right hand flashed wildly, shortening the spell casting time.

In the blink of an eye, emerald green runes appeared all over Li Xiaolong's body, and he jumped slightly, whirring green runes tightened, like a green boundless practice, and swooped into the ink mist.

Song Sijing and Wang Wanqing glanced at each other and followed in.

After a while, the top students poured into the foggy mountains one after another.

On the other side, Si Yu and other students in the ordinary class had just arrived in Wushan.