There are only a few hours left until the first floor closes.

There are people who can't hold it back.

Those who can enter this realm of refining illusion are either forced by the master to come, or they just want to come here to find some opportunities, in order to get ahead and make a name for themselves in this world of cultivation.

How could such a person be willing to be kicked out of the illusion of refining like this.

Although the opening time of the second floor lasts for twenty days, the opening period is synchronized with the first floor, that is, after the first floor has wasted ten days, the second floor has only ten days left.

Ten days, that's too short.

If you don't cherish it, you really regret it.

There was a monk, gritting his teeth, took out five thousand spirit stones to pay for the journey, and entered the second floor.

With this first example, it's much easier.

Those rich monks, all of them handed over five thousand spirit stones or treasures worth five thousand spirit stones, and entered the second floor.

Those who don't have money are in a hurry.

", five thousand spirit stones, isn't this killing people!"

"Bastard, Lao Tzu grabbed three storage bags, but he didn't have time to open them, if he could open them, maybe he would have enough five thousand spirit stones. ”

"Who's to say it isn't, I also have two storage bags that haven't been opened. ”

"Why don't you sell to those big sects?"

"Rub, don't mention it, they only give five hundred spirit stones, what are you going to do, a group of black-hearted businessmen!"

"It's all their fault, if they weren't looking for trouble, how could they be so troublesome!"

Who's to say it isn't.

If it weren't for the fact that these sects pursued and killed Joradan in order to monopolize the business, Joradan would not have blocked the door on the second floor to prevent the monks from entering, and even, the storage bags in the hands of the monks could still open a lot of good things, and they could also make a lot of money from this.

Thinking about it like this, the culprits are those big sects.

How.

The prestige of the Great Gate Sect is too strong, so strong that the monks of these small sects don't dare to rebel at all, so they can only complain a few words, and no one dares to grab that person's head.

No!

Someone has made a move!

Not far from the enchantment.

A monk with a black scarf on his face, who was trading with the monk of Yimen, handed out three storage bags in his left hand.

The monk of the Yi Sect did not take any precautions at all, and took out 1,500 spirit stones and wanted to trade.

But just as he lowered his head and took out the spirit stone from the storage bag.

Swish!

A flash of cold light.

Burst!

A puddle of blood rose to the sky.

Head, flew.

The masked monk, with his right hand, stretched out his right hand to catch his head, and with his left hand, he dragged down more than a dozen storage bags from the headless corpse, and as soon as he turned around, he ran away.

By the time the other monks of Yimen reacted, the masked monk had already rushed into the barrier.

"Yimen's head, is it okay?"

This monk is not stupid, although Qiao Ladan was referring to the Demon Sky Cliff at the beginning, he was not stupid to really go to the trouble of the Demon Sky Cliff, the Demon Cultivator's physique is amazing, and the reaction speed is also amazing, once the sneak attack fails, the consequences are unimaginable, or the Dao Cultivator of Yimen is easier to bully.

"It's okay too!"

Joradan was unambiguous, nodded, and with a twist of his body, he made way to enter the portal on the second floor.

"That's right!"

Calling out to the masked monk, Joradan pointed to the dozen or so storage bags in his hand.

"Do you want to break the ban, one thousand spirit stones, Tong Su is not bullied!"

The monk was a little embarrassed.

Why is it so difficult?

No money!

These more than ten storage bags, that have to cost ten thousand spirit stones to break the ban, if there is really so much money, why bother to risk killing the people of Yimen?

Think for a moment.

"I only have 1,000 spirit stones, in this way, you can pick three of these twelve storage bags, and the storage bags and the contents will belong to you, how about it!"

Such a good thing, Joladan naturally will not refuse.

Take over, huh...... It didn't take long for all twelve storage bags to be untied, and I picked three of them and took a look inside.

"Hey!"

Happy.

The first one, a bottle of Foundation Building Breaking Pill, three bottles of Qi Refining Pill, and more than 3,000 spirit stones, the harvest is good.

The second one, which is full of spirit stones, is not bad.

The third, a high-grade spirit knife, a good thing......

A small profit.

Joradan was happy, and the monk was even more happy, Joradan only had three storage bags, but he had nine, and the contents made him so happy that he wanted to rush out and kill a few more monks who had changed doors.

They're proud here.

As everyone knows.

The Yimen monks outside the enchantment are about to go crazy.

"Bastard, which sect are you, dare to go against our Yimen, report your name!"

"The rats who hide their heads and tails come out!"

"Dare to kill my senior brother, Lao Tzu wants to kill you!"

"Don't stop me, don't stop me, even if Lao Tzu dies, he will kill him,, if you don't stop you, you really let go......"

It's hard enough.

The enemy is right in front of him, only separated by a thin layer of enchantment, but he can't take revenge, this kind of bitterness makes people crazy.

You have to endure going crazy.

No one dared to rush into the barrier.

No one wants to be cut in half with a sword.

So.

I can only endure it.

Yimen's forbearance made those onlookers move their minds that they shouldn't have.

"This Yimen is not very good!"

"It's just that there are so many people, there is no way to take a monk of the Qi Refining Realm, Yimen, but that's it!"

"Rub, I was preempted, I was thinking about killing one while they weren't paying attention. ”

"Otherwise, let's team up and kill together. ”

"Huh, do you have to fight?"

"What are you afraid of, there are a lot of us!"

Really.

This time the illusion of refining was opened, and there were hundreds of thousands of monks who entered it, although many died after a killing, but there were nearly 10,000 people.

Among these nearly 10,000 people, the monks of those major sects are all less than a thousand people combined, and the number of people is nine to one, if this is not a large number of people, how can it be counted?

If we really let the monks of these small sects unite, none of the monks of these major sects will die.

Will it be united?

"You dare!"

"Hmph, I remember you, if you dare to do it, when you leave here, you will be left alone!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

"Look at what, look again, kill you!"

is used to being powerful and blessed, even if the situation is weaker than others, the disciples of these major sects still look like they are commanding.

This is simply adding fuel to the fire.

"Die! I'm fed up with you!"

I don't know who shouted such a voice first.

Rumble!

The chaotic war began like this.

It's too messy.

But it's too neat.

Those monks of the main sect are all standing together one sect after another, and this is a live target.

Whoosh ......

The flying swords, war knives, spears, and spells flying in the sky blasted towards these major sects, and some unlucky monks, because they were too dazzling, were actually set on fire by dozens of attacks.

Such a covering blow was also inflicted by the monks of the same initiate, even if the monks of these major sects were strong, they would not be able to withstand it.

"Ahhh......h

The screams were connected into a string.

After a round of fire, there were corpses lying on the ground, and the remaining ones who were not dead were also scarred and not far from death.