In the Netherworld Hall on the eighth layer below the abyss of the White Bone Dao.

Bai Liansheng looked at the black-clothed young man who was petting the cat, and said with a smile: "How is this kid?

"Yes, yes. ”

The young man in black bowed slightly, even with his knowledge, he had to admit the excellence of the young man in the moon-white robe in the light curtain.

Using the Qi Refining Realm to reverse the Spirit Sea Realm, to put it bluntly, for some of the outer disciples of the White Bone Dao, it is difficult, and it is not difficult.

After all, the cultivators of the Spirit Sea Realm in the world have a lot of parallel goods, although these parallel goods have broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm by luck, but the combat experience, the awareness of the enemy, the means of attacking, the mentality, the magic weapon, the spell, etc., are all not on the table, and they may be defeated in the face of a slightly stronger Qi Refining Realm.

But if it's a person like Withered Sakura who can be regarded as a strong person in the Spirit Sea Realm, it can really be called a good person to defeat her.

"There's something special about that kid's ghost fog. ”

The young man in black recalled the scene when the withered cherry blossoms were defeated, and his heart was a little interested.

During the battle at that time, it was the appearance of the ghost mist that lowered the perception of the withered cherry blossoms, so that she could not notice the abnormality behind her.

Of course, the reason why it can go so smoothly is because the young man wearing the moon-white robe on the front has attracted most of the energy of the withered cherry blossoms, otherwise with the sharpness and vigilance that the withered cherry blossoms have cultivated in the dark crows for many years, they may not be able to detect the abnormality.

"So what exactly did you say in the Bone Order?"

The young man in black asked curiously.

"After joining the Raven, I am exempted from a third of the affection owed to me. Bai Liansheng said proudly.

"Tut-tut, others want to enter the dark crow but can't, this kid still has to beg him to enter, what, is there any secret?"

"Secrets? Who knows?"

......

Early the next morning.

Walking out of the secluded forest garden, Shang Luo looked at the scenery on the road and thought about yesterday's events.

Although he didn't want to join the crow in his heart, everything has gains and losses.

Although joining the Raven will inevitably distract some of his energy, and it will also bring certain dangers, but joining the Raven also has a lot of benefits.

First of all, according to what Bai Liansheng said, his joining the dark crow can be regarded as repaying one-third of Bai Liansheng's affection.

Secondly, in the dark crow, it is the elite Spirit Sea Realm monks who get along with each other, and the environment in which they are located is of great benefit to a person's growth, just by looking at how the parents in the previous life were careful to send their children to the so-called honor class.

Finally, in the Dark Raven, he can have higher permissions than ordinary Inner Gate Spirit Sea Realm cultivators, such as being able to go to the sixth layer of the sect to exchange exercises, spells, heavenly and earth treasures, magic weapons, etc.

Although the White Bone Dao claims that spirit stones can be exchanged for everything, it is obviously impossible to do this, Qi Refining Realm disciples can only go to the third layer to exchange, and the richness of the exchanged items is definitely not comparable to that of the Spirit Sea Realm, and ordinary Spirit Sea Realm monks are not as good as the elites in the Spirit Sea Realm such as Dark Crows, Fog Ghosts, and Shadow Guards.

"Quack!"

Under the dim sky, the old yellow trees, the murky river.

It was desolate, dead and gloomy.

The ominous crow of the symbol was like the curse of death, and following the hoarse and unpleasant voice, there were several black figures hovering above the sky. They don't leave for a long time, so the noisy and hoarse crows blend in with the environment. It adds a bit of weirdness and gloom.

"This taste...... It's hard to put into words. ”

Shang Luo, who was dressed in a blood crow's black robe and covered with a layer of black scale armor on his face, shook his head, a little speechless.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that it was too troublesome to go to the Immortal Sect, it might take a year or two, and he definitely went to the Immortal Sect at that time, not the White Bone Dao.

Does the Demon Sect have to be so weird and gloomy?

After walking for nearly half an hour, Shang Luo did not encounter anyone, and there was a scene of desolation and people everywhere.

Each layer of the White Bone Dao is somewhat like a coin with an outer circle and an inner square, and the inner void is connected to the abyss, and the nine layers are like nine money strings strung together.

The scattered mansions are distributed in the huge circular space on the ninth floor, walking in it, it is like walking near the cemetery, from time to time you can encounter a large messy scene, and there is still a violent spiritual power in the air that has not calmed down, at that time it was the traces left by the outer disciples after fighting each other.

Yes, as long as you don't damage the sect's property, the large open area of the ninth layer is for you to fight.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a chaotic and noisy sound came from a distance, and faintly, Shang Luo also heard a familiar voice.

Walking closer, it was a somewhat lively bazaar, ignoring the groaning and wheezing sounds and terrible screams on both sides, Shang Luo walked inside without changing his face, along the way, many miscellaneous disciples looked at him with awe and fear, and whenever he glanced at him, there was a large group of people with their heads bowed, silently pretending to be wooden people.

Many outer disciples are fighting with each other, and the bets are also extremely evil, with pure virgin blood, baby hearts, pure yang men's blood, and the souls of people who died in vain.

The disciples of the Demon Sect practiced magic weapons and used these materials more.

Although he was very disgusted in his heart, Shang Luo's expression was indifferent, but his walking speed increased a lot.

He asked himself if he was a good person, he couldn't do anything to sacrifice himself, and sometimes he would even take the initiative to kill people for the sake of profit, but like the outer disciples of the White Bone Dao, he did all kinds of evil, killing people just for the sake of pure fun, and he really couldn't have half a good impression in his heart, even if he was also a disciple of this sect.

"It's also that I think about it, people like White Lotus Sheng, Night Stalker, Withered Sakura, and Wild Wood are all the elites of the White Bone Dao, and they can't be used to measure the overall level of the White Bone Dao disciples, in fact, these monsters who are fascinated by strength and desire, and only know how to vent, I'm afraid they are the true face of most White Bone Dao disciples. ”

Shang Luo thought secretly, his footsteps did not stop, and the familiar voice in front of him was getting closer and closer, listening, it seemed that he was still in trouble.

"Hey, the people of the Dark Crow, I really want to slaughter them and try them to see if their meat is better than the meat of the Qi Refining Realm. ”

Around the corner, an inch-haired man who exuded a not weak aura stared at the black-robed figure of the blood crow that no one dared to approach, licked his scarlet lips that were still stained with minced meat, and muttered.

"Don't be stupid, if something happens, I won't save you. ”

On the side, a shirtless man with a dark red hammer was not in a good position.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, the Spirit Sea Realm can't make a move against the Qi Refining Realm. ”

The inch-haired man wiped the minced flesh from the corner of his mouth and lowered his throat, his eyes flashing with a gaze staring at his prey.

The shirtless man wiped the sweat that had rolled into his eyes, then reached into the blazing furnace with his bare hands, took out a brilliant golden gold brick from it, and began to hammer it again.

"The premise is that you can't take the initiative to provoke. ”