What was so strange about the Endless Sea, and why those people died, the priests didn't want to say more.

Just say that all this is a destiny of chance, and it cannot be forced, and it is extremely dangerous to cross the endless sea, and I hope they will think twice.

Dozens of people in the inn suddenly quieted down, their expressions solemn, no longer speaking, but they all had their own plans in their hearts.

Within a few hours, someone rode out of the inn and disappeared into the snow.

Most of them are of noble status, and some of them just come here just to have a lively and fresh look.

If you are lucky enough to enter the Immortal Gate Sect, it is naturally a great honor, but if the price of failure is death, you feel that it is not worth it, it is better to return home and live happily.

But after all, the few who left, and the majority remained.

After all, most of the people who can find here have experienced ups and downs and hardships, spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and used huge resources and means.

You must know that in this life, they may not be able to have a second chance to find the opening day of the Mirrorless Ruins like these gods.

What's more, a group of people can't cross this endless sea, and they don't necessarily can't cross it either.

After a while, the onlookers returned to their seats and began to eat and drink again, chatting and lively, and the noise and noise were endless.

Several Lingyun Peak Divine Servants shook their heads when they saw this, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

The four of them were able to survive because they had been practicing in the Ethereal Mountain for decades, and although they had only practiced some fur exercises, they were able to resist some sinful karma.

But even so, it is inevitable that the internal organs will be injured, and it will be difficult to recover as before.

Since the last failed sea crossing, it took them another four years to calculate the opening date of the Mirrorless Ruins.

If they can't cross the Endless Sea this time, they will definitely die this time.

"Hey...... How is this good? How is this good~"

Zhang Si was so entangled that he touched Wuzi's head, and kept talking to himself eagerly.

Although it is a glorious honor to enter the Immortal Sect, what if it fails?

He is just a small farmer, and he depends on his son for his life, although he has a hard life, and often has to go hungry, but it is better to die than to live.

What if Wuzi can't cross the endless sea......

Zhang Si didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he took Wuzi into his arms and didn't go~No, no~

Wuzi is only eight years old this year, and it would be too unworthy to lose his life in order to enter the Immortal Sect.

Their father and son didn't have the life to be wealthy nobles, and they enjoyed glory and wealth.

Anyway, it's just an empty dream.

When Wuzi reaches the age of age, marries a family and has two children, he will take his grandson, wander around the fields and have fun, and it is good to spend this life peacefully.

A warrior dressed as a chivalrous warrior asked several god attendants, "I wonder if the god servants have seen the immortal gate saint last time?"

Lingdong said: "I haven't seen it. ”

Last time, there were more than 30 of them, and all but four of them survived.

Xie Lao Weng told him. ”

The chivalrous man thanked him and returned to his place.

Zhang Si originally wanted to take Wuzi back, but he remembered that the Xianmen Sage had said that they would let their father and son wait for him here, even if they wanted to go back now, they would have to say hello to the Xianmen Sage and then go back.

What's more, I just promised this white-faced boy that if he sees the saint of Xianmen, he will say a few kind words in front of the saint.

I decided to stay here in peace for a few days, and it would not be too late to leave when I saw the Xianmen Sage.

After Xiao Xiao listened to the admonition of the divine servant, he had no intention of leaving.

For him, the Mirrorless Ruins are his last way to survive, and even if he goes back, the result is already clear.

He didn't think he would survive two years before he died, and now that he was here, there was no reason to go back.

So the people at the table fell silent, caught up in their own worries.

The tea on the table was cold, and the pastries were even a little frosty.

The door to the inn was opened again, and the cold wind blew in the snow on the ground.

The big man sitting by the door immediately protected the wine jug with his hand, and the wind was too cold.

Two people in black robes walked in, covered in frost and a cold and murderous aura.

One of them had a long figure, and just standing there, there was an extraordinary aura that stood on the top and looked down on the world.

Even if most of his face was covered by the huge cloak, it was still difficult to hide his proud demeanor, and compared to the mortal beings in this room, he was like a heavenly immortal.

As soon as the two of them entered, the inn, which was originally noisy and noisy for eating and drinking, suddenly became eerily quiet, and everyone's eyes looked at them in unison.

Some people even wondered if this person was the legendary Xianmen saint, but he looked quite young, so he dismissed the idea.

A group of people dressed in Taoist robes of the same color in the corner also got up in unison, and immediately greeted the door and respectfully bowed to one of them, "Meet Childe." ”

The man stood for a moment, coldly sweeping over the room from all over the room.

It's strange to say, just a light glance, but for some reason it makes a chill suddenly rise in the hearts of the people in this room, as if someone is holding a sword to the throat as dangerous and nervous.

"Who is that person? Looking at this posture, it seems that it is not small~"

Wang Er looked at the group of black-clothed people who walked straight to the second floor with some impatience, picking his teeth with one hand and clutching the sword on the table with the other.

I think he has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has seen a lot of swordsmen and strange heroes, and he has seen a lot of strange exercises, but there is no school of exercises that are as unfathomable as this group of people.

They don't look very old, they all stand tall, the soles of their feet are skilled, they are light and silent, they don't leave a trace between their walks, and they exude a resolute killing aura all around them.

When did there become more such a sect in the rivers and lakes?

I can't even guess what the sacredness is.

"I think the knights also came here to find the mirrorless ruins~" The old man sitting opposite Wang Er said.

Wang Er continued to pick his teeth, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine, and said with a drink: "I am here for the Xianmen Sage." ”

He didn't have much interest in entering the Immortal Sect.

"But to find the Resurrection Pill?" the old man continued.

Wang Er looked up vigilantly at the old man opposite, the old man was kind and kind-eyed, wearing a brocade-faced jacket, a thick fur-edged cloak, and gray hair.

Although he is old, he is in good spirits, and he doesn't look like a person who practices martial arts.

"My wife is seriously ill, and the medicine is ineffective, and I heard that as long as I find the life pill, I can come back to life, so I have traveled thousands of miles to ask for ......."

Wang Er poured himself another glass of wine, and when he talked about it, his heart was bitter, and he drank the wine all in one go. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~