Mr. Big asked, "Teacher, what exactly is the Outland, and why do you keep refusing to elaborate?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't, and I can't say it clearly. ”

The dean's face was flat, but from his slightly narrowed eyes, it could be seen that this old man who was about to finish a part of his life had infinite emotion, and even a trace of hidden fear.

Mr. Big looked at the teacher's decrepit and old face, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"The master knows that you have been worried about not participating in the battlefield in the outer land, and now that the opportunity has come, it is inevitable that you will be in a mood and difficult to hold yourself, but the teacher must tell you that if you lead the team to fight in the future, you must remember two words: be cautious!"

The dean's eyes were solemn, and he said extremely seriously: "Although I can't be completely sure, according to my three times in the outer realm, I have inferred that it is most likely not only owned by Canglang Star, nor is it just a battle between the two realms of spirit and demon, but there is a hidden secret of the starry sky, and it is a hunting place involving immortals!"

"Immortals, hunting!" Mr. Big's gaze sharpened and sharpened, like two unsheathed swords.

"Yes, for those immortals who are proud of the starry sky, isn't a place like Canglang Star like a mountain forest......? Hounds in captivity?"

The old man's voice was flat with uncontrollable sadness and helplessness, and he said slowly: "When the newborn puppies grow up, when the number of hounds increases to the point that it needs to be lowered so as not to hurt the roots, that is, when it is used in the outer lands. ”

He said: "This is speculation for the teacher, but it is very likely to be the truth, and we will face it for generations...... The fate that I had to face ......"

"Every man has his own life, and this is our life!"

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After the Battle of the New Era, and even before that Great War, every once in a while, Canglang Star would receive an Immortal Oracle, organize a huge team across the planet, and go to a place called the Outlands to participate in an event called the Immortal Ascension Trial.

For the ordinary monks who participated in the trial, it was a simple hunt and killing, searching for and robbing all kinds of rare materials and exotic beasts. After all, in their eyes, ascending to immortal is the ultimate goal that can only be considered above the gods, and their cultivation is far from meeting the requirements, and after they enter there, they only have two things in mind.

One is to survive, and the other is to grab more treasures.

However, for people of the level of the dean, because of their different positions and different levels of contact, they have the intention to investigate the origin and purpose of the outer lands. For the first time as an ignorant monk, the old man was as passionate as most people, full of yearning for treasures and hatred for demons, but after surviving the battle for the rest of his life, he discovered a fact that he could hardly believe.

In addition to the natives and beasts known as aliens, there are also cultivators from other planets!

This discovery shocked him, and out of his own inherent caution, he did not ask the leader of the team directly, but through the side inquiry, combined with his own experience, gradually produced a conjecture that shocked him.

The Outlands are indeed a place of hunting, but who is the hunter and who is the prey is not up to him, the leader, or even the messenger from the Immortal Palace!

After several killings, the dean survived on the battlefield that was far more cruel than the autumn hunting of the Demon Domain, and then as his cultivation increased, he re-entered as a detachment envoy and the chief envoy of the Taoist Academy, and his understanding of the outer domain became more and more and deeper.

The deeper you go, the more uneasy you become.

Gradually, a speculation came to him that he couldn't believe. ...,

Perhaps, all those who participate in the battlefield in the outer lands are prey.

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"Extremely poor all my life, because I stubbornly adhered to the Taoist Academy and refused to accept the call, I never refused to enter the Immortal Spirit Hall to serve, and I was unable to access the true secrets of the outer realms; This time on the battlefield, the old man can't see it. ”

The old man's face showed a little tiredness, and he said lightly: "This big competition, if the five thunders can't succeed, the teacher will have the right to appoint an envoy to the Taoist Academy once." I will let you partner with the five thunders and divide them into the chief and deputy envoys of the Daoist Academy. ”

"Five thunders?" Mr. Big's indifferent face showed a hint of fierceness, and he couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"Don't care what he does, no matter what the purpose is, the Five Thunders are still one of the Nine Venerables, not to mention that his cultivation is outstanding, just to say that he has had experience in foreign regions, it is a valuable asset. In addition, you must keep in mind that each of the twenty-seven branches of the Taoist Academy is created by a real person, and it can be disputed and cannot be divided!"

"No matter whether it is black or white, no matter who is good or who is evil, you are all members of the Taoist Academy, and this is the foundation, which cannot be changed and cannot be changed. The old man doesn't expect you to be harmonious, he only hopes that you can manage your own teams well and take care of the overall situation. ”

The old man said: "In the same way, the old man will explain to Wulei, remember not to fight for will, let alone to be strong. The battlefield in the outer regions is not a Dao Academy, nor is it a battle between the spirit and demon races, but a sea of killing blood that is even more cruel and ruthless, pure and cold!"

His voice turned stern, and he said, "With your cultivation and character, you will definitely be able to discover everything that the teacher has discovered, but the teacher hopes that you will not probe it, but concentrate your energy on the students and ...... them as much as possible Bring back a few more!"

As the top level of the Canglang Star, the dean has been fearless all his life, and has never spoken so fiercely as he does now, and Mr. Big silently savored the sorrow and horror contained in the teacher's words, and bowed respectfully.

"The disciple understands. ”

Understand, this is a simple but multi-meaning word, the old man looked at his well-cared for and high hopes for the student, and couldn't help but think in his heart If it is just for you to understand, why should the old man say it so clearly.

"That's it, Dabi is not over yet, although the kid has performed well and used everything to the extreme, but after all, there has been no result yet, maybe Wulei will finally get his wish and become the new dean. ”

The old man didn't want to say anything more about this matter, and said self-deprecatingly: "That's fine, the old man can really be idle and don't have to think about it anymore." ”

Hearing this, Mr. Big was silent and said, "He can't do it, and he can't do it well." ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Let's see, if Xiao Shisanlang wins the Night Lotus, bring him to see me." The old man will tell you some of the experience of the foreign battlefield, so you can be prepared. ”

Mr. Big said: "There are only less than ten years, even if his natural combat power is extremely outstanding, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to reach the Yuan Infant Realm in cultivation, how can he enter the outer realm?"

"It doesn't matter, if the old man doesn't lose his position, he can always have some privileges. ”

A sly look appeared on the old man's face, and he said casually: "Others can not go, he must go, he must go." ”

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"Who is calculating the master, and let people live without it!"

On the battlefield, Shisanlang suddenly shuddered, and his expression became more and more cold.

The fire clouds around him were filled, and the spirit snakes composed of blue flames in the middle were flying and sweeping, and the middle-aged monk's hands were like twisted flowers, and his eyes flashed with panic and fear, and he roared fiercely.

"Impossible! You are not a fire spirit body, how can you devour the flames? This is impossible!"...,

"Only the fire spirit body can devour the flames, who taught you?"

Thirteen Lang walked forward, his fingers flicked and he opened his mouth and sucked violently, and the pillars of fire were like thousands of streams returning to the sea, gathering in all directions towards the center. Except for those fire snakes that made him a little afraid and needed to be resolved with supernatural powers, the fire-based supernatural powers that the middle-aged monk was proud of were swallowed by him one by one like a tonic.

To be fair, if it is compared to his ability and skill in manipulating fire, Shisanlang can't catch up with the other party, but he doesn't care what the other party does, and he doesn't ask how many tricks he conjures up and how many skills he uses, except for those spirit snakes that contain the natal pill fire, which they swallow all in one gulp.

This is the gap in the realm, the suppression of the level, just like the contrast between Yuanying and Jiedan, which cannot be surmounted.

Jusan Lang once told the Onido that he did not want to fight with the Yudan monks, and his self-confidence came from many aspects, the main of which came from this. In battles of the same realm, except for a very few monks with abilities and special treasures, most people still rely on the skills and control of various supernatural powers, and fire, as the most common and powerful supernatural power, is bound to be adopted by many monks.

This was the case with the middle-aged monk in front of him, who, with his deep understanding of flames, had defeated his opponents countless times and became one of the lieutenants who had won with his supernatural powers alone.

However, there must be advantages and disadvantages, continuous victories have benefited him, and at the same time bring sorrow, except for fire, he has almost no effective means to get his hands on, and in the face of a person like Thirteen Lang, who has both a super strong body, endless hole cards and is not afraid of flames, can only fall to the sake of letting others be narrow.

"You're not a monk at all, you don't know what fire is, you're not human!"

The middle-aged monk was unwilling but could not be unwilling, helplessly stopped casting spells, screamed angrily, and muttered to himself in a daze.

He still had magic weapons, spirit runes, and countless brilliant flame powers that he didn't use, but no matter what he used, Thirteen Lang didn't pay attention to it at all, and he didn't do anything to fight back.

In this way, he walked forward step by step, not fast, step by step, slowly but resolutely approaching the middle-aged monk. Judging by its appearance, it seems that it will not be satisfied until the opponent runs out of mana and has no tricks available, and then delivers a fatal blow.

It's pressure, it's torture, it's a silent and long ordeal.

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The middle-aged monk gave up his attack, or rather, gave up his resistance, and he looked at Thirteen Lang with a dull gaze, watching him come quietly in front of him, and gently raise his hand.

"It's not fair. ”

"You're right, I can't give you justice, only justice. ”

Thirteen Lang pointed to his shoulder and said sincerely: "Everyone has a life, this is your life!"

The blood flashed, and the middle-aged monk's left arm fell silently, howling miserably, and his body staggered back.

Brilliant red flowers bloomed in the air, as if a flame was jumping.

"You've made a move, you've made a shot!"

The monk had fear and surprise in his eyes, and screamed and shouted, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat now!"

So far, he is the first student to be so excited to admit defeat, but he is not the only one. Immediately following the voice of the middle-aged monk, another big man and the old woman retreated from their wounds, and they also prayed.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Thirteen Lang didn't look at them again, and a little sneer gradually appeared on his face that had been indifferent, and he looked up and looked around.

"Who else?"

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...... (To be continued) [This OCR update is provided by Qihang Ming'er]