At the time of the robbery, countless Terrans who received the news and worshiped the disciples of the Immortal Gate said goodbye to their masters and disciples and came down the mountain.

Without hesitation, most of them participated in this catastrophe.

They must not do it themselves, and leave behind elixirs, magic weapons, and other treasures.

Originally, the treasures they had worked so hard to obtain could greatly increase their cultivation, and the treasures of the realm were all sold to the human race like cabbage.

The prices are all flat and a penny.

Everyone is using their own methods to contribute to this catastrophe.

It's just that the catastrophe is still intensifying.

"Damn, these demons, if you don't know how to kill them, how can there be so many demons?" In a village, a monk dressed as a peddler looked at the demon clan outside like a mountain and a sea, and was indignant.

Peng~

A demon beast, spewing out a stream of pitch-black smoke from its mouth, rushed into the clouds, shaking the clouds, and then, there was a gap in the shield that protected the village.

Hugh Hugh Hugh ~

The demon clan, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed in through the broken gap, although the gap quickly recovered.

But in this short period of time, three demon beasts have already entered.

"Damn!" The peddler shook his hand, took out a sharp sword, and was about to step forward.

"What do you do! We and other outsiders must not do anything!"

A hand reached over and grabbed him, and the peddler's eyes turned red.

The demon entered the crowd, slaughtered on a large scale, and the blood flowed like a river, and in just a few breaths, nearly a hundred Terrans had died.

A group of monks dressed as hawkers were there, and the three demons seemed to know that they were extraordinary, and did not do anything to them, but were just around them...

In front of them, a personal race is devoured alive.

The hawkers pulled each other and restrained each other, afraid that one of them would not be able to bear it and take action.

They know they can't help it!

Pedal Pedal Pedal ~

Finally, the soldiers arranged inside arrived, covered with clouds, spears stabbed, and the three demons were stabbed to death in a few clicks.

They come fast and go faster.

After killing the three demons, they left quickly, leaving a group of people, each packing up.

No one cried, except for the children, and they were so serious and quick to move that they were used to it all.

The hawkers felt uncomfortable, but they couldn't do anything about it.

It was quickly dark, and the attack of the demons was repulsed.

The generals who guarded the village commanded the reserve army to replace the front-line army, and the soldiers, after eating two mouthfuls of dry food, each leaned against the wall or fell asleep on the ground.

They were so tired, and most of them were wounded, and the military doctor came with tools and medicines to give them, but they didn't wake them up.

At night, the village is brightly lit, and the tall torches are burning, carried by arm-thick wooden stakes, around the village, and the area of the five feet is illuminated clearly.

This is afraid, the demon clan night attack.

The villagers are busy, contributing their own strength during the day, and after recovering a little in the evening, they each make their own fire to cook and make dry food.

The battle is not over yet, and it is far from time to rest!

This is clear to everyone present.

"Hey, these days... When is it a head?"

A peddler, sitting feebly against the wall, could not bear to look at the apparent joy of the village, and buried his head in his knees.

"It will pass, it will pass." There were hawkers standing on high places, looking down on the village and the tranquility beyond, muttering in low voices.

"Yes, it will pass, but how long will it take?"

"Even if it's really in the past, these people... How much more will they survive?"

The hawkers were in a heavy mood to the extreme, this time the robbery, which came out inexplicably, should not be in the original destiny at all.

It stands to reason that something is not quite right.

However, no matter how wrong it is, it is already like this, and there is no other way.

Time is like water, always silent, and soon, a week has passed.

After removing those hawkers in the village, there were suddenly more martial arts halls, and there were strangers in them to recruit disciples.

Anyone who can come up with a penny can enter the martial arts hall to learn art, whether it is an ignorant child at the age of three, or an old man in his fifties and sixties.

It only costs a penny!

What is taught in the martial arts hall is martial arts, and it is also a strange art, not the right way, but a side door.

does not pay attention to the orthodox step-by-step, but pays attention to the sword to go to the edge and break through with the help of external forces.

Outside the village, there are almost fixed group of demon attacks, dead demon clans, all kinds of things on their bodies...

Blood, bones, feathers, scales, and horns are just the best to break through external forces.

With the appearance of the martial arts hall, the soldiers and villages, who were already at the limit, barely held on.

Time passed like this, and everyone, from the original difficulty, to the present, slowly got used to it.

This seems to have become life, and they don't have the initial fear, most of the human race have learned the art of the left side door, relying on the materials of the dead demon race, and growing rapidly.

In particular, some of them are very talented, who have learned the left side door, and have sufficient materials, and grow much faster than others.

When the martial arts hall appeared, it was only half a month ago, and there were people who relied on the technique of the left side door to achieve the strength of the enemy and even the great demon of the way.

What an astonishment!

Although there are not many such people, they can be placed in the territory of the Great Commerce, countless thousands of miles of vast heaven and earth, and the number of endless human races as the base, and there are many of them.

Heroes in troubled times, this is not a troubled time, but there are also a large number of heroes, and it is also by relying on them that the general trend of the human race has been stopped.

The situation seems to be slowly improving, although it is still unforeseeable, the end of the war, but it seems that it is not so terrible.

This is what many people think now, helpless and numb, numb and habitual.

"Mother, last night, I entered a strange space called the Legend of the Great Merchant Game."

In the village, a five-year-old child's face should be immature, but it looks a little resolute, and his smart eyes are even more mature.

"My mother also went in, it should be the powerful means of my clan again, don't be taboo, have fun, the power inside can be brought out."

The child's mother was busy in the earthen stove, dressed in simple coarse linen clothes, moving extremely quickly, and was cooking.

As he did it, he said.

They are accustomed to such things, and because the war continues, they have also shaken off their former ignorance.

Especially after practicing the left side door of the martial arts hall, the strength has improved, and the horizon has naturally opened.

She didn't care much about it, she was grateful, but she didn't think how strong the [Dashang Legend Game] could be!

After all, since the beginning of the demon calamity, there have been many predecessors of the human race who have given them the means.

They have also been strengthened because of this, but they are always within a certain boundary, and if they want to solve the demon disaster, they are still too far behind.

At the end of the day, they're on their own!

"The Legend of the Great Merchant game? Games?"

In the village, a group of hawkers gathered together again, looking at each other.

"Do you know which one is the means?"

"I heard that the power obtained in it can be brought out, turned into reality, and created out of nothing..."

All the hawkers were shocked, this is not like an ordinary monk, I am afraid that he is an elder.

They can do it, but it only lasts for a very short time, and the item level can't be too high.

The legendary game of Dashang is oriented to the entire Dashang, and what it brings out is also real strength.

This shocked them!

"I don't know, in terms of means, it's more like the movement of the West... But..."

A peddler said, looking at the martial arts hall in the village, very puzzled: "Didn't they already make a move and pass down the technique of the left side door?"

Five hundred left roads, eight hundred side doors.

This is the characteristic of Western religion, inheriting the avenue of Taoism.

In the Three Realms, the monks with a bit of vision know this.

"If not them, who should they?"

……

"The Legend of Dashang game has been implemented, and there are 30,000 players... Except for the Void of the Yuan Shen and the power of thinking that were left to deal with accidents, it is full."

Dashang, in the palace of Yindu, Wang Yu closed his eyes and felt the details of the legendary game of Dashang.

After the initial discomfort, all the players quickly integrated into the game, and one by one they went to kill monsters and level up.

Because it is to turn fiction into reality, you can put forward strength, so the experience needs of each level are far greater than the needs of the game in the memory of the previous life!

30,000,000 players fought hard in the game, and their presence brought "spirits".

When the spirit enters the game, there is no change at the beginning, but when there are more spirits, there will naturally be strange changes.

He was surprised to find that after carrying these 30,000 players, the game soon had the meaning of independent evolution.

Because of the behavior of these 30,000,000 players in the game, the collision of many avenues has inexplicably had a taste of heavenly change.

The so-called changes in the heavens do not mean that the heavens and the earth have changed, but they have become more real, countless avenues, and all kinds of information seem to be alive.

There is no need for his own combing, a natural combination.

Thirty thousand players, like a rule, guide this information, make corresponding combinations, and at the same time, give birth to endless supernatural powers.

And that's not the biggest change, the biggest change is...

With the entry of 30,000,000 players, the changes in the game, and the power that followed, "Xingdao", actually fed back to his side on its own.

Then, his primordial god and primordial god void were growing automatically!

Not only is it growing, but its speed is not slow at all.

"Hiss~" Wang Yu was shocked, and a thought flashed in his mind inexplicably, "Man will conquer the sky".

In a blink of an eye, the word became a sentence again: "The human heart is the heart of heaven".

"It turns out that the human race, which is an ant, will there be such a big increase when the number increases?"

Wang Yu suddenly, through the legendary game of Dashang, carefully felt the "Heavenly Heart" condensed by 30,000 players.

Spirit, to be exact.

"It feels like wisdom, it's like rules, it's like a hub..."

"Dominate everything, run the avenue..."

In an instant, many insights emerged.

Before he could think about it, suddenly the sea of gods shook, blooming with hundreds of millions of incredible light, piercing the void, and seemed to shine on the vast mysteries.

"Huh? My Core Boulevard... The first supernatural power was born?"

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