Longmen Peak has been in a slump since ten years ago, reduced to the dining room of the hoofed tiger mercenaries, Fengchen never thought that the disciples in the peak were not weaker than the disciples who often participated in the mission, sighed for a while, did not favor one over the other, and said loudly: "The disciples of Longmen Peak are the same, you are all a group of amazing people. If you don't cultivate www.biquge.info much, you can cultivate slowly, but the heart of a strong person must always linger in your heart, otherwise, you can only become a weak person forever.

This mission, although it is difficult and dangerous, is not a good thing, if you bravely take this big step, it will be a huge stepping stone to witness your path to the strong.

I won't say more nonsense, I'll just ask you, do you want to be a weak person that everyone can bully, or do you want to be a strong person who can control your own destiny? ”

"Strong"!

"Strong"!

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In the land of death, human population is rare. At this moment, it was a mighty sound, accompanied by a long echo, as if to break through this shackle and let the entire sky of stars come to witness their oath.

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The beauty of literature lies in confusing people, and the beauty of words lies in making people risk their lives without regrets.

Fengchen's words, without flowery rhetoric or decoration, just such simple words seemed to enter everyone's hearts and resonated with them.

I was born to be useful, and anyone wants to be the protagonist of a story, even if there is little hope, but it still makes everyone flock to it.

The shouts seemed to be unwilling to stop, mighty and enduring.

Seeing this, Fengchen raised his hands and pressed down, preventing them from continuing. Then, he turned his head and looked at Tai Dayong.

Tai Dayong shook his head slowly, he had already said what he should say, so there was no need to add to it.

Even so, the wind and dust ordered the team to move on. Once again, the members of the Hoof Tiger Mercenaries embarked on the journey of the Eye of the Blue Hole. It's just that this swamp seems to have no end, even if you have walked a long distance, you can still look at it along the way, and it is still full of mud, which makes people look upset.

Tai Dayong was opening the way ahead, and suddenly a ghostly figure rushed in front of him, complaining: "Bullnose old way, how long will it take to finish this dead Ze, you see my cloth shoes, all of them are mud splashes, which makes the monk very annoyed."

He smiled slightly bitterly and said, "You shouldn't complain, look at those disciples of mine, all of them are soaked, and then look at you, the whole single shirt is neat and clean, and there is no mess, isn't this enough?" ”

Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, showing an embarrassed smile, and then the whole person slowly retreated backwards. At this point, it seemed that he had lost the meaning of asking.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a loud noise in the distance, followed by the sound of "crackling and crackling", the sound gradually intensified, and in the end, not only did it get louder and louder, but it was almost impossible to hear the rhythm clearly, only the huge murmur of "boom" echoed in this dead water.

In the distance, with the slightly brighter weather just now, everyone saw that in that sky, Huo Ran rose a black cloud, which was even more strange in this hazy sky, and the loud rumbling sound was coming from there.

The face of the disciple of the hoof tiger mercenary changed drastically, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword in the scabbard on his back. As the sound of "sigh" and "sigh" continued, the sword body immediately emitted a brilliant light, illuminating the solemn aura on everyone's faces.

The black cloud, which was getting bigger and bigger in the air, moved here as if it had sensed something, and after a while, it seemed that a piercing roar came from the black cloud, and in an instant the black cloud turned around in unison, and towards here, the only bit of light in the hazy sky pounced on it.

In an instant, the sky that could still be looming suddenly became pitch black, as if it was covered by something. Everyone only felt that a fishy smell filled the surroundings in a blink of an eye, and everyone was shocked. Only a few people with advanced cultivation are still calm, but their faces are also solemn.

Seeing this situation, Tai Dayong immediately decided: "Don't move, after the monk goes, the wind and dust will be in the middle to protect everyone's safety." ”

After another moment, the whistling and rumbling sound was close to their ears, reflecting the flow of the sword body, and everyone finally saw the black cloud clearly, which was actually countless black bat-like fierce creatures, densely packed, and looking at the figures, between the open arms, it was twice as wide as their shoulders, each of them opened their mouths, in the black, the mouth was scarlet, hideous and terrifying.

The wind swayed slightly, and suddenly became more and more urgent. The swords of the hoofed tiger mercenaries slowly raised, and then they became faster and faster, and when the swords fell, they saw a flash of white light, and a bat fell to the ground at that moment.

It's just that there are too many bats in this group, and even the entire starry sky is covered as far as the eye can see, and I'm afraid there are not millions, but hundreds of thousands. Those who died on the ground were afraid that they were less than one ten-thousandth of them, but seeing countless bats rushing forward one after another, they were surrounded in the center, although there was nothing to do for the time being, but there were terrifying bloody mouths on the left and right, and the smell of the fish was almost disgusting.

The faces of the hoofed mercenaries were ugly, and they seemed to have become numb machines, swinging sword after sword. As for Zhou Ling, who saved her father this time, her face was extremely pale, but she still stood stubbornly on one side, holding a sword in her hand, and killed the vicious bats on the inner and outer three layers with everyone.

Suddenly, two identical voices rang in her ears: "Close your eyes, we men are not dead yet."

After He Dazhi finished speaking, he noticed his gaffe, silently walked to the side, and continued to wave the sword in his hand, but his sword swung faster and faster, more and more urgently.

At this moment, a disciple of Longshou Peak was suddenly haunted by several bats, he kept running, kept retreating, but one accidentally fell into the swamp.

He struggled and wanted to get up, but within the dead ze, the greater the force, the faster he sank. In the blink of an eye, his legs were submerged, and he saw that he was about to die.

A monk, he didn't seem to like the robe, he was wearing a single shirt, his body suddenly floated in the air, and in an instant, he pulled him up from the dead at the last moment.

This was originally a great blessing, but the sound of "plopping" made everyone just have a trace of luck, and it was covered up in an instant.

Tai Dayong and the others were already anxious at this time, not only to send out their true qi to kill these bats, but also to see the four ways and rescue those disciples who had run out of true qi and were haunted by bats and unfortunately fell into the swamp in time, it seemed that they were too busy and wanted to grow ten hands.

The situation seemed to be getting more and more difficult, although they killed countless bats, causing the blood to flow everywhere in this dead river, and countless terrifying blood flowers flickered in the hazy sky and then fell to the ground, but the later bats seemed to be indifferent to the death of the same kind in front of them, and still went forward bravely.

The wind gradually rose, and then the wind roared, and the sound of "woo" was endless, like a thousand years of ghosts rampant in this dead river.

Under such circumstances, everyone's hearts can't help but be covered with a lingering haze, rippling in their hearts for a long time.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a piece of heavenly fire in the sky, which not only stained the starry sky in the swamp area, but also made the entire boundless sky bright and fiery red through the reflection of the dead water.

The bat, which was still extremely ferocious just now, seemed to have met a nemesis after encountering the heavenly fire, and the bat that touched with it made a "zizi" sound with its black body, and after a while, it fell to the ground, struggling, and seeing that it could not live. In an instant, the dead were piled up like a hill of bat corpses, slowly sinking into the ground with the mud.

Seeing this, the remaining bats barked a few times unwillingly, and then opened their arms and flew away quickly in the original direction.

Seeing this, the hoof tiger mercenaries erupted into a deafening cheer, and then they felt a sense of deprivation slowly coming from their bodies. This makes them not care whether the ground is muddy or not, just hit the ground and get this short recuperation.

Tai Dayong and Fengchen were also inexplicably happy, they knew in their hearts that if there was no appearance of this heavenly fire, I am afraid that many disciples would have to be sacrificed this time. The current situation seems to be the most perfect ending.

He looked at each other and walked in one direction. Others may not know where this Heavenly Fire came from, but the masters who are extremely sensitive to the True Qi around them naturally know who it came from.

"You say this is from the hand of Feng Wu"?

A group of four people silently gathered at the back of the line, some distance away from the disciples. For this heavenly fire to come from this little girl who looks three or four years old, Tai Dayong, Fengchen, and crazy are obviously unbelievable.

Jing Yao held Feng Wu with her eyes closed in her hand, nodded solemnly, and said, "It's true, this little girl is a little special, so please keep this secret for me." If it weren't for the circumstances, I would never have agreed to her doing this."

Tai Dayong and the others nodded. They still understand the truth that the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

After a short rest, everyone dragged up their tired bodies and once again embarked on the road forward.

It's just that Tai Dayong's heart is haunted by a layer of worry, since ten thousand bats have appeared, it is not far from the end of the swamp. It was there that he was forced to retreat decades ago, and he was not given the slightest chance to break into the terrifying Eye of the Blue Hole.

"Will there be any turning point this time"? He couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart. But having come here, even if it is Longtan Tiger's Den, there is no reason to retreat.

I don't know if it's night, but the sky here seems to be a little overcast again. The sky over this swampy land was swirled with a thick fog, and it was difficult for the heavenly light to shine down, which made it impossible for everyone to rely on the sky to determine the specific time.

In the distance, there were occasional cries of fierce beasts, like a fierce ghost in the netherworld, tightly wrapped around everyone's hearts, unable to dissipate for a long time.