The sun is shining brightly.

At this time, such a battle, or rather a confrontation, took place among the three hundred black mountains of the White Cloud Sect, which had always been the main tone of killing and fighting.

It was a group of five people blocking in front of the cottage of more than 100 people, pressing a village opposite.

Several corpses had fallen to the ground in front of the five people, and looking at the blood spread out in the soil and the bloody gas that was fully diffused in the air, it could be seen that this battle had taken place for a long time.

Zhou Ji, dressed in green clothes, stood behind the four people guarding him, standing with his hands tied and his expression relaxed.

More than 100 people took advantage of the numerical advantage against the five, but all of them were pale, panicked, frightened and nervous.

They don't know where the person came from, and whether they have any grudges with this village, but what they can know is that the other party's spells are really strong.

Because of the corpses lying not far in front of the other party, one of them was the owner of the village with the highest strength in their cottage.

At this time, the gorgeous clothes had become tattered and soaked in blood, penetrating the large holes in the chest and abdomen before and after, and there was still a little horror on his face.

It was exactly a quarter of an hour ago that some villagers reported that outsiders had broken into the mountain.

Their owner led people down the mountain to resist the enemy, and the other party also stopped when he saw the more than 100 people who were pressed by the black pressure.

As soon as they set up a position, their village owner was about to scold, and then ordered these few people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

But I saw that four of the figures of the other party were floating forward like ghosts.

With just one blow, one of the four people on the opposite side had a shining blue arm piercing through the stone shield condensed by the village master and his fragile body.

The rest of the people also turned around and easily harvested the lives of more than a dozen villagers, and the four of them drifted back to the same place as before.

If it weren't for the corpses that were now covered in a small patch of land and the smell of blood lingering in his nose, it would have been as if no battle had happened.

After that, the four of them didn't move, and the copycats who were still full of murder before were also shocked by it, and they all took a few steps back in a panic.

And if you retreat further, you will not dare to retreat, and you will not dare to advance, so such a confrontational situation has been formed.

Panic is spreading, and the idea of survival is fermenting.

"Surrender or die!"

After about a few dozen breaths, the more than 100 villagers were almost overwhelmed by the might of the people opposite and the fear in their hearts.

Feeling that the heat was almost the same, Zhou Ji slowly spoke, and his tone was so cold that it seemed like an underground ice cellar.

The fear in the hearts of more than 100 villagers has increased a little.

Among the crowd, the strength was relatively high, and it turned out that several worshippers and leaders in the village also extinguished their careful thoughts at this time.

Although the owner of the village who was originally pressing on their heads at this time has died, which is the best time to take the position, but now they can't even control their own life and death, and it's useless to think about that.

Soon, the more than 100 people in the village usually "strong" leaders in the village worshipped all expressed their submission attitude, and then there were no objections.

After receiving more than 100 people in this village, the scale is not small, nor is it a large cottage.

A few slaves around Zhou Ji quickly searched and collected, and easily made tens of thousands of black flowers, meeting the conditions for their group to be promoted to official disciples.

Zhou Ji glanced at it, and after taking a general look, he lost interest and included Heihua in his storage ring.

One of the four slaves stepped forward and bowed down and asked carefully: "Childe, we have been cultivating for several years, and at this time, the strength of the customs has already occupied the peak of these three hundred black mountains, is it really not good to accumulate some cultivation resources in this black mountain before being promoted?"

For these slaves who came out of the "home" with him, Zhou Ji did not doubt whether he was loyal.

Besides, the smaller his family background, the more he cares, how could Zhou Ji not investigate and test it well.

The suggestion made at this time was also for his sake, so Zhou Ji was not annoyed.

"No, these three hundred black mountains are really a small fight, and I don't have the extra energy to spend here. ”

Zhou Jiwei waved his hand, and the four of them went down.

In the hall of the village owner, which was illuminated by the scorching sun, Zhou Ji sat alone in it, rubbing the small ring of the index finger in his hand, his expression looked indifferent, but there was a lot of worry hidden between his eyebrows.

Zhou Ji knew that among his father's many children, he was never one of the favored ones.

In this competition for that position, many of his father's children were scattered and handed over to the test.

If it passes, it will be the next "desolate wait", and if it can't be passed, it will definitely not be better.

In the Baiyun Sect, he is the spiritual root of the Seventh Rank Lower Realm, and it is difficult to produce cultivation talents for an ironclad thousand years, but if he compares it to his brothers and sisters, his qualifications are worth mentioning.

What's more, his father has never valued Linggen's qualifications much, and how can he compare him with a half-demon in the bloodline he values?!

At this thought, Zhou Ji suddenly clenched his fist violently, and the strong and delicate green tendons suddenly rose.

"The seat of the desolate is mine, mine!"

He slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Qingfeng where the Baiyun Sect was located, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the beams and tiles of the house, and the light was uncertain.

After a few breaths, Zhou Ji exhaled lightly, calmed down and began to cultivate.

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On Hopewell Mountain, the shouting and killing did not stop.

It's another battle, and this one is different, it's loud and powerful, and it's a lot of fighting.

The fire was flying wildly, and the ground was smashed by people who used [condensation] to make it look like they were all over the place, and pits and bags could be seen everywhere, and blood corpses were spread all over the mountainside.

To say that the battle of immortal cultivators in this realm is not like the martial arts of the rivers and lakes that Ji Dang knew before.

The two fought, and there were few throat seals and heart-piercing wounds with only one "subtle" wound on the whole body.

After the defeat, the powerful spell of opening the mountain and destroying the forest will come to the body, and the lightest one is also to open a big hole, and it is normal for the entire corpse to explode a little more and scatter into broken flesh and bones.

In the field, the battle between the two cottages seems to undoubtedly have the upper hand in Qingfeng Village, or a big advantage.

The specific reason is still the center of the battlefield, and there is no area where ordinary village leaders dare to approach.

Grass clippings flew and the ground was slashed inch after inch.

Zheng Qing alone held the broken small bell and fiercely pressed the owner of Hehe Village to worship and beat, just like Wu Guanhai at that time.

The difference is that Hehe Village does not have a master who cultivates and blesses physical spells like Ji Dang to break the game.

Zheng Qing was also only urging the broken little bell, and he couldn't completely control it, and he couldn't subtly control the strong horizontal ripples that the little bell urged not to attack Ji Dang, but only to attack the owner of the village in Hehe Village.

Therefore, Ji Dang couldn't easily enter the area shrouded by Xiao Zhongqiang's horizontal ripples, so he didn't come close to help and only walked around the battlefield.

The figure fluttered like the wind, and the condensing blue wind knife in his hand whistled away.

The people in Hehe Village who were targeted by him were either beheaded or beheaded, or cut off their waists, and Ji Dang easily harvested life and value points......