A week has passed, Zhao Ziji is really desperate, very thorough, the most profound despair after countless struggles, and even passed the stage of despair.

He even thought about burning down the Tibetan Pagoda with a fire, and let these martial arts masterpieces be buried for himself, which was not in vain.

But with his internal strength, he couldn't even create a fire. He looked through the martial arts cheats, and if he wanted to create fire, he had to at least break through the triple acquired realm first, and the six veins would reach the seven-star realm before he could create a weak force of nature. He wiped away his tears and worked towards that goal. A month later, he had already broken through the restriction of the five elements that had already peeked into his doorway, and entered the first acquired realm. But at this time, he had long forgotten about the burning of the library.

Lonely, a lonely and crazy empty place, he is naturally funny, and he has experienced the loneliest moment of his life. There was no one around him, only endless books, and he understood how Li Wenwen felt in the mirror world. At the moment his friends only have books, and although he has not discovered it himself, he has sunk in this vast sea of books. Zhao Ziji has learned to talk to himself, learned to forget everything, and even hatred is no longer there, time is the best medicine to forget grievances, not to mention that the man in black saved him at the beginning, he is only concerned about the safety of the senior brother now, and hopes that the man in black will not take the senior brother as a hostage to do unfavorable things to Mumen.

However, even if the senior brother is a hostage, the head of the family will sacrifice the senior brother with Mumen as the priority. The terrible thought lingered in his mind no matter what.

A month has passed, and the whereabouts of the senior brother are still unknown, and Mumen is shrouded in a haze. The three disciples who went to find the senior brother, two of them have died, one is missing, and next to the cliff is the cliff, I am afraid that the most unfortunate senior brother has fallen to the bottom of the cliff and his bones are gone. Mumen suddenly suffered a great change, the outstanding disciples in the sect have withered away, even the Great Elder and the Fifth Elder have defected from the sect, the Taishi Ancestor couldn't stand this blow, he couldn't afford to get sick, and went to retreat to recuperate. Now in the sect, Mu Haiting and Xu Hao are even more identical. Especially Xu Hao, who is upright and upright, can't tolerate a little bad temperament, which makes his disciples very sad. Mu Haiting is worthy of being a capable leader, and he has summoned a group of disciples from nowhere, all of whom are very good, but the martial arts used are slightly different from Mumen's Taoist exercises. But now no one talks about it, and everyone is in a state of panic.

Ximen Xiaoguan and Mentong and Li Wenwen were panting like cattle at the moment, digging a secret passage with a shovel, Chu Shiyuan, Yang Yun and Nangong Yu were drinking on the side, and Wuxiang had already gone back. After the auction ended that day, the weasel really came, but it was not a person, the weasel brought a lot of good hands, counted carefully, there were actually more than 200 people! His little guy under the deliberate leadership of Ximen Feng and his party, walked into this remote forest, before this, Ximen Feng specially supported Guo Tianhao, Guo Tianhao had already gone back to the North King Kong Temple. Li Wenwen and the others felt the aura storm caused by this earth-shattering melee, and they also rushed over. Yang Yun stopped Nangong Yu and Hua Baixue, watching Li Wenwen, Ximen Feng and Mentong deal with everyone, when the yellow squirrel was thinking about using poison powder on the side, Wuxiang knocked the yellow mouse over with one blow, and the yellow squirrel recognized this person's martial arts path from his shot, and he was amazed. Wuxiang understands that he already knows, so it is even more impossible to let him live, not to mention that this person is standing in the upper wind, he intends to catch all the people who were invited, and all the gains of other people's auctions are also in his bag, and he has no mercy on this kind of small Wuxiang, the yellow squirrel is black and rotten all over, and falls into the mud pile on the side. The scroll was in hand, and Wuxiang continued to go back to watch the play. The three of them sweated like rain, although there were no top masters here, but they couldn't stand up to such a large number of people, and after half an hour, the three of them were already in danger.

Simon's petty official felt as if his limbs were tied with lead, and it took great perseverance to move, and the burning pain in his lower abdomen reminded him from time to time that he had lost his breath. He had already broken through the limit several times, but this time he really couldn't lift his breath and suddenly fell to the side. Whenever Li Wenwen had the intention of sucking blood to recover himself, he was stopped by Yang Yun's shouting reminder, Yang Yun shouted loudly: "If you don't want to become a bloodthirsty monster in the future, try not to rely on this ability!" Li Wenwen's wounds were no longer healing, and his face had begun to turn from pale to gray, but looking at the Ximen petty official who fell to the side, he still gritted his teeth and continued to fight. Thinking that the ghost king still wants to conquer this land, the strong people here seem to be like mass-produced, and it may not be so easy.

With a snap, the door slammed into a man's left shoulder, and the man closed his eyes in fright. This one's fist is not a joke, and his left arm seems to be lost. But after waiting for a while, there was no pain, so he moved his shoulders carefully, and seemed to move very freely, and quietly opened his eyes, and found that Mentong was already lying in front of him. The man was overjoyed, and he picked up the knife and chopped it down. He waved his arm down, but he didn't see the knife fall, and when he looked again, his hands were gone! Nangong Yu finally couldn't help but make a move, and said to Yang Yun and Wuxiang: "It's almost enough to watch the excitement, let's do this today." Hua Baixue, who had long been anxious, immediately rushed into the battle group, Yang Yun and Wuxiang glanced at each other helplessly, Yang Yun said: "Half an hour, it's okay, but the road ahead is a bit long." Wuxiang shrugged helplessly, pulling Yang Yun and rushing into the battle group.

After another hour the terrible battle was over, except for the man with his severed hands, who was already lying there like a dead dog. He was too weak to wallow because of the bleeding and pain, and was desperately feeling his dying life force, and this waiting became an ordeal, and he no longer wanted to endure it. Nangong Yu slowly walked behind him, pierced his heart with a sword, closed his eyes, and the last sentence was actually thank you. This earth-shattering battle attracted all the good players in the city, everyone could guess what was happening, everyone wanted to finally get a piece of the pie or pick up some bargains after the battle, more and more people joined the warband, but the final result was that they were all killed by these perverts. Of course, none of the children of the Su Yi family came, this kind of thing has long been commonplace for them as landlords, and no one will participate in this kind of thing. Chu Xiyuan did not participate in the battle, but immediately laid an enchantment around him to prevent the leakage of breath, blocking the connection between this killing field and the outside world. He already knew the result, so there was no need to pursue the result, just don't let this dark battle cause unnecessary trouble to Xiangzhou City.