If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. I believe that even if they know that the road ahead is bumpy, the monks will not give up.

There was no word, and in the darkness I could only hear a night owl flying over the sky, whining and wailing.

A man named Shangguan Feiyun next to Luo Xi glanced at everyone's expressions, hesitated for a long time, and then said slowly: "At the beginning, we didn't know the environment here, and we were forced to divide our troops so as not to be merged, but at this time, it seems that the road ahead is full of dangers. ”

Yan Chu shook his head dissatisfiedly, "We were in favor of dividing the troops before, and we discussed all kinds of considerations at the beginning, but now those dangers are still there, and I'm afraid it's not good to rush into joining forces." Besides, this place is very vast, and there is no trace of other teams along the way, so it is also dangerous to come together, so it is better to go to the hinterland, and I believe that other teams will think the same. ”

The captain is Senior Brother Lingjin, he saw that everyone had objections, and he couldn't help but express his position, so he thought about it in his heart, and said slowly: "What you said makes sense, the future is indeed uncertain, and there are many crises, but if you want to come to the secret realm, I am afraid that I will return to my heart is depressed. ”

Everyone agreed.

The vice-captain's Dao Danli has always been like an ornament, and he didn't speak from beginning to end. A face is indifferent and quiet, a little alienated, sitting in the middle of the crowd, but it seems that the heart is wandering away from the sky. However, no one dared to ignore him.

Mo Xiaoxiao secretly slandered, he is very irresponsible.

Now there are more than 17,000 monks in their team, and the loss is not serious.

However, after a long time of fighting monsters, the progress of the monks is also very great, and the name of purgatory is worthy of its name.

But it seems that there are no buried treasures except for monsters here, which makes the monks a little lost. After all, in the records of the secret realm in the past. There are not a few monks who have obtained the secret treasure and returned.

Of course, in addition to receiving the treasure, it is also the top priority for the monks to try their best to keep their names.

After resting for four hours, the monks set out on their way again.

Although there is a formation barrier, the original inhabitants here are very sensitive to the breath of foreign humans, and if they stay in one place for a long time, the wine will attract a large number of monsters, so they don't dare to stay in one place for too long along the way.

In the life-and-death struggle of the monks along the way, many of them showed signs of improvement in cultivation, but they did not have the time and opportunity to slowly stabilize.

Ahead. Blocked by a towering mountain. In the boundless darkness. It was like an endless wall that kept the monks out.

A monk with flexible eyebrows was holding a scroll in his hand, and he was discussing with Senior Brother Lingjin, "It seems that the news from the road probe before. The terrain ahead has changed a lot, and it seems that we have only truly entered the core of the secret realm. ”

The monks were in an uproar.

Fighting for so long, it's just going around on the periphery?

Mo Xiaoxiao looked up and saw that the mountain was thousands of feet high, hidden in the night, stretching endlessly.

"Look! There's a way here! ”

Ahead, a monk shouted loudly.

The core of the few people all moved over, and sure enough, they saw that where the person's finger was pointing, there was a faint silver practice. Winding and rugged, up to the sky.

The monks are a little excited, there is a way, then there should be someone, right?

Although the future is uncertain, it is better to have a road than to shuttle through the forest and wilderness. So Senior Brother Lingjin just instructed him to be more careful, and the monks marched along the path.

The mountain road was rugged, shining silver in the darkness, and a long black figure hurried along it, unaware that he was heading for a real hell.

Even though the monk was fast, it took him four hours to climb to the top.

Ascending to the top of the plain, the monks looked down on the inner land, but their eyes widened in surprise.

Unlike the boundless darkness of the outside world, which is only a mountain away, at the foot of the mountain, although it is also hazy at dusk, there is a crescent moon, which hangs quietly high in the sky.

On the ground, patches of high mountains stretch together, and several large rivers intersperse them, among them, green trees and red flowers, and ancient vines are entwined.

If it weren't for the fact that they had just come out of the endless darkness, the monks would almost have thought that this was a mortal land that was no different from the outside world.

The monks cheered and ran down a path that winded down.

When the last monk crossed the mountain and entered the plain, on the top of the quiet mountain, there was a barely visible transparent barrier, which shook slightly.

However, before the monks could be happy, the endless bloody slaughter began.

The monk had just descended halfway up the mountain, and suddenly a hurricane suddenly rolled up out of nowhere, and the monk at the front didn't pay much attention to it, but just used a spell like a jack pendant to freeze his body.

However, by the time Mo Xiaoxiao felt bad and shouted to be careful, it was already too late.

A whirlpool-like hurricane roared swiftly past the front of the monks, and by the time all the monks saw it again, the hundreds of monks in front had disappeared, including several monks who had built the foundation of the Great Perfection.

The monks began to panic, if a gust of wind was so strong, how serious would the danger be next?

All the monks stopped halfway up the mountain and turned to look at the core of the group.

Senior Brother Lingjin flew up, rushed to the front, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the road ahead is more dangerous than we imagined, but we can't back down because of this, everyone listen, you must be cautious, follow me." ”

As he spoke, he walked in front, and the wind blew up his gray robe, which looked like he was about to fly.

Mo Xiao's heart was heavy, but she also knew that Senior Brother Lingjin was right, there was no way back at this time, she could only do her best and know the destiny of heaven.

Several core members walked out of the encirclement of the monks and scattered around, but the team of more than 10,000 monks stretched more than 200 zhang long, and they couldn't take care of it at all.

That kind of weird hurricane seems to be able to blow anytime and anywhere, and no one knows if it will appear under their feet the next moment.

It was silent, only the sound of the wind howling, which made the scalp tingle.

A powerful hurricane swept up from behind Mo Xiaoxiao, and by the time she turned around, the monk who was following her had disappeared.

A gray whirlpool rose from the ground and swept swiftly through the long line of monks, some of whom reacted quickly and continued to push away, while others of the monks plunged their long swords deep into the ground and firmly stepped on the rocks under their feet to resist the hurricane.

The further down the hill we went, the more dense the hurricane became, and it was almost impossible to avoid it.

Mo Xiaoxiao herself was also swept away by three hurricanes, almost throwing her away several times, her body was swept by the hurricane, her skin was dry and cracked, and blood seeped out.

Just now, three hurricanes crossed past Mo Xiaoxiao, almost unable to retreat, Mo Xiaoxiao saw with her own eyes that a disciple of the Tianji Sect was powerless to resist, and was finally swept away by the hurricane, she stretched out her hand to pull it desperately, but only tore off a gray robe sleeve.

Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the person who had lived and died with him for months dying beside him like this.

Mo Xiaoxiao was selfish, she never really felt that she would die here.

However, Mo Xiaoxiao also knew very well that if the news that he had a magic weapon comparable to an immortal weapon was revealed, then the next person to be attacked and killed by the group would definitely be himself.

Before leaving, Master's words were still in my ears, "If you are guilty of your crimes, remember not to show your treasure." ”

If she had dressed these people up with hosta flowers, she would have saved their lives, but in exchange for the monks' gratitude, she would have been frenzied with killing. In purgatory, everyone doesn't know how long they can live, how dangerous the danger will be, how much temptation is it to have a life-saving means that can be called an immortal weapon?

Mo Xiaoxiao was inexplicable, and looked at Dao Danli not far in front of him.

The green clothes were still strolling leisurely, although the wind was strong, but even the corners of his clothes were not blowing.

The hurricane blew in waves, and an unknown number of monks quietly disappeared, and even a miserable cry was drowned out in the cry of the hurricane. The monks shimmered with all kinds of brilliance, and they had obviously taken out all the magic weapons to protect their bodies.

There was a howl of ghosts and wolves, and Mo Xiaoxiao turned his head to see that a super-large hurricane dozens of times more powerful than the previous hurricane was spinning and rolling from a distance, and the monks were so frightened that their faces were like earth.

Mo Xiaoxiao secretly stabilized her mind, grabbed the spectrum, and took advantage of the fact that people were tired of dealing with the hurricane, and didn't notice her side, Mo Xiaoxiao quickly put the two red and the spectrum into the hosta flower, and then changed rapidly under her feet, shuttling in the hurricane, like a butterfly dancing on the tip of a knife.

Although the speed under his feet has reached the extreme, he still can't avoid the irregular path of the hurricane, the dust is raised all over the sky, and the fine sand and stones are like sharp blades rolling over Mo Xiaoxiao, Mo Xiaoxiao's whole body is already emitting a layer of cyan light, the body protection exercises have been fully launched, and the magic weapons and clothes on his body are also bright and light in the hurricane.

With a stabbing sound, Mo Xiaoxiao looked down and saw that there was a bloody mark on his left arm, which was dripping with blood, and was swept away by the wind in an instant.

There were many figures in front of him, and Mo Xiaoxiao could only forcibly sneak against the hurricane.

The farther down the hill, the hurricane roared almost continuously.

Mo Xiaoxiao's whole person was almost crawling on the ground, the high-grade magic clothes on his body had been shattered, and Mo Xiaoxiao still held on to the hosta flower to protect his body.

On that day, Shen Boyu led thunder into his body and advanced on the spot, leaving a deep impression on Mo Xiaoxiao.

Only by constantly breaking through your own limits can you make your body's endurance stronger.

Covered in blood, Mo Xiaoxiao was unaware, still lying on the ground and sneaking, sometimes passing by other monks and being swept away by the wind, he would also lend a helping hand, and sometimes he would turn a deaf ear.

I don't know how long it took, after passing through this windy and sandy mountain road, the monks finally came to a dense forest.

ps：

Today, my aunt and relatives visited, it was very uncomfortable, the code words were very uncomfortable, and I was not very satisfied with the writing, and I ruined nearly 3000 words, and finally put today's 6000 yards out, and posted the first chapter first, and the second chapter was placed at 9 o'clock.

I'm late again, sorry everyone.