After the last words were spoken, the voice on the hill stopped speaking.

For a while, there was a deathly silence under the whole mound, and some monks with a slightly worse temperament even gasped under this depression, and their faces were even more difficult to see.

Most of these monks with a slightly worse heart planned to stay in the valley and did not want to participate in the death hunt, and how could they dare to participate in the death hunt with a ninety percent mortality rate if their hearts were not strong.

It can be said that death hunting is a threshold in the hearts of all cultivators, and many monks' thoughts are to wait for themselves to be stronger, and then go hunting when they are stronger.

However, when I finally made a breakthrough, I was thinking that my strength was not enough, so I waited and waited

Slowly, the only bit of temperament was gradually erased, and in the end, he could only die in this black cloud quicksand domain, and he didn't even have the qualifications to return to the more heavenly realm.

There is a precept to enter the higher heavenly realm, except for those who have a family expedition monk who has this period, these monks who have been sent here to gather as genius monks cannot leave the Black Cloud Quicksand Domain unless they have at least experienced this death hunt.

If you want to leave, you can!

How difficult it was to gather spirits, and the strong monks who had already stepped into the Great Dao at that time were already the beings who could be called immortal cultivators.

Fifty years, thousands of years, there has never been such a rebellious existence.

It is impossible for the natural family to keep those monks who do not want to die hunting so uncontrollably, and for those monks who have not hunted for more than thirty years, they will be eliminated and thrown into the army of conquest to fend for themselves.

The wind struck, the monks' clothes moved violently, and the black clouds in the distance rolled up. The monks who had been in the valley for a long time knew at a glance that a storm was coming.

The Black Cloud Storm is a rainfall, unlike any other place, and the rain in the Valley of Refining is a spiritual rain.

The raindrops that fell were all heaven and earth spiritual water containing spiritual power, which could be absorbed by the monks and turned into their own cultivation like ink crystals.

If this was the moment when the monks were most excited to see the new, it was the time when the monks showed their powers to receive rainwater, or grasped it with their spiritual palms, or gathered with spiritual umbrellas, in short, the eight immortals crossed the sea and the divine powers were even more varied.

Although the spiritual rain does not have much spiritual power, it is more frequent for the distribution of spiritual resources.

Once the quantity increases, it can naturally make up for the qualitative gap.

But now, the mood of the monks was a little shaken. Some are joyful, some are sad, some are desperate, and some are hesitant.

Luo Tian stood among the monks, but his mood was much calmer. Not only him, but also Su Feng and Chilian's expressions were also very flat. The words on the hill did not affect the two of them at all.

Looking at the rolling black clouds, Luo Tian was a little distracted, and his mind drifted a little far, and even he didn't know where he was.

Airplanes!

There was a buzzing in his ears, and it was like a slight tremor after the bell rang.

After coming back to his senses, Luo Tian found that Su Feng had already forced his fingertips with his inner breath, and a drop of essence blood slowly condensed and slid through the space of no more than half a meter towards the spirit rune.

Not only Luo Tian looked at Su Feng, but even the other monks around him also looked at Su Feng.

He was the first monk to begin to confess the Lord, the first to always have the privilege of being noticed.

In the eyes of the cultivators, the red and brilliant blood beads were like a red bean spinning towards the spirit rune, and the kung fu that should have been blink of an eye was infinitely slowed down in the eyes of the cultivators.

Tick

When the blood beads touched the spirit rune, ripples of water rippled out of the spirit rune, and everyone seemed to hear the sound of water droplets sliding down.

Then the rune flashed with a blinding golden light, and then disappeared into thin air.

The spirit rune recognizes the owner and naturally enters the owner's receiving space, and from this moment only the owner of the spirit rune has the right to open it. Anyone who violently tries to peek inside will cause spatial turmoil and annihilate an object inside.

"Ahh

A sigh seemed to echo in everyone's hearts, and then the golden light began to flash one after another.

The sheer number of Cheng dù indicates that many people have decided or have been forced to decide to take five times their spiritual resources and risk death hunting.

The monks are already fighting with the heavens and the earth, otherwise how can they seize the creation of the heavens and the earth?

Dare to compete with heaven and earth, which shows the courage to go against the sky.

If the mind cannot be righteous and strong, how can we seize heaven and earth and create a great avenue?

If you have the courage to defy the sky, how can you cower before life and death?

Luo Tian retracted his chaotic thoughts, forced his fingers with internal breath and a drop of essence blood slowly condensed, and the spirit rune entered Luo Tian's space in a flash.

As soon as Luo Tian thought of it, the spirit rune turned into a silver light in the space of acceptance, and then the hillock-like spiritual treasure material appeared in the space of Luo Tian's storage.

Luo Tian's Nawu space was already extremely large because of his special physique and strong divine sense, but when these spiritual treasures were completely released, they were still occupied by two-thirds of the space, which showed how terrifying the number of these five times spiritual treasures was.

Luo Tian was also stunned, and sighed that the family was so heroic in order to cultivate a monk who defended the sky.

Looking at the hillock-like spiritual treasures, Luo Tianyi pursed his lips and said secretly: With such a huge amount of spiritual treasures to cultivate monks, even if the other party's talent is poor, even if it is a pile, it can be a master.

However, when he thought of the death hunt with an astonishing mortality rate, Luo Tian's expression darkened, he knew that what the family wanted to cultivate was not a batch of high-level cultivators as monks, but a real demon, who could be a ten, a hundred!

"No wonder the black-robed chief will say that the monks who can walk out of the Black Cloud Quicksand City are all demons!"

Just as Luo Tian was thinking about what the black-robed chief had said, there was a sudden commotion among the monks, and Luo Tian followed the prestige to see a monk running away with his head bowed, disappearing into the black forest in the blink of an eye.

"Isn't that Liu Sanshi? Usually he is not strong when he sees him, why is he so unbearable today?"

"Unthinkable, really unexpected"

Listening to the discussions of the monks, Luo Tian was also gloomy.

This person has been cultivating for a long time, and it is already difficult to do anything. Luo Tian quickly came to a conclusion.

As time went on and the dark clouds approached, more and more monks began to make a choice: hunting, fleeing, or risking a similar mortality rate as hunting, and wait until the rune expired to pick up the rune and flee into safety.

In a few moments, the results were presented to the monks.

There were no less than 100 monks left in the scene, and the spiritual runes in front of these monks without exception had been recognized and disappeared. The other monks gave up their qualifications to receive spiritual resources.

In fact, such a result was already doomed from the beginning, and even Luo Tian felt that the black-robed chief at the top of the hill wanted such a result, the strong were stronger, and the weak were weaker.

The fate of the weak will be completely eliminated, and the strong will go through the time of life and death, and if they can survive, they will face a more brilliant new world.

It is not possible to say who is right and who is wrong, but the choices are different, and the fate faced is also different.

A monk who gives up is not necessarily unsuitable for cultivation, but it is also very likely that he 'does what he can', and sometimes he falls into the abyss when he takes a step back.

But one step behind, one step behind, step by step is not alarmist.

It's all about people!

It is people who are practicing, not people who are driving them.

Luo Tian looked at the scenes under the hills, the emotion in his heart surged like a tide, and the cultivation he realized became clearer and clearer.

The faintly vibrating string in the body is fluctuating more and more at the moment.

"It's not good, it's going to break through!" Luo Tian's heart moved, and without stopping, he took up the retreat technique and shot in the direction of his hut.

Luo Tian's actions did not attract everyone's attention, because there were no less than dozens of monks like Luo Tian.

Of course, there were still three eyes watching Luo Tian leave.

One was the black-robed chief, one was Chilian, and the other was Su Feng, and all three of them had imperceptible smiles on their faces.

The expression of the black-robed steward was only faintly moving at the moment Luo Tian left, and the two gray-robed monks beside him did not notice it, and the monks under the natural hill were even more unlikely to notice it.

The monk on the left saw that the monk below had not left, so he bowed down to the black-robed chief pipe: "Lord Steward, do you see?"

"Just give those ownerless talismans to the monks left behind as a reward!" The hoarse voice came with the wind, and the black-robed steward had already disappeared in front of the people when the words fell.

The two middle-aged monks looked at each other with a deep shock in their eyes

The words of the chief steward are a bloody storm. The two thought so in their hearts

The two of them didn't say another word, and the monk who had spoken before waved his hand, and the suspended ownerless talismans fell to the ground like a kite that had lost its support.

When the first rune landed, a spiritual light immediately pulled it in one direction, but before the spiritual light could pull the spiritual rune out half a meter, a sword light had already fallen from the sky and cut off the spiritual light.

"Damn! Xu Fatty, you dare to ruin my good deeds!"

"Why don't you dare?

"Look for death!"

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the two shadows were already fighting together, and the law and the aura flew in front of the black forest and under the hills, and immediately became a Shura purgatory.

All the monks are snatching the spirit runes, all the monks are fighting desperately, and all the monks are red-eyed

Chilian and Su Feng did not leave, and the reason why the two of them did not leave was very simple;

The two of them obviously didn't have the opportunity to defy the sky like Luo Tian, and they had spiritual treasures that made even a medium-sized sect blush, and in order to hunt for death in three months, the two of them could only make ideas from those ownerless spirit runes, and even with the other monks who were still present.

Su Feng was one of the first monks to do it, relying on the speed of the wind and the control of the 'wind'. However, he started to win one after another, and several competitors were one step away from him.

In the beginning, there were many spirit runes, and there were not many fights for their lives when the supply exceeded demand, and only those monks who had a grudge would do so at first.

But later, when the runes were divided in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, those who grabbed the runes were satisfied and wanted to leave, but the monks who didn't grab the runes or were not satisfied with the number of runes they grabbed were naturally unhappy.

You grabbed it, and you want to go? Hmph, then leave something behind!

The idea began to creep in, and the delicate balance among the monks began to be unbalanced.

The nature that has been snatched by me is mine, how can you hand it over without saying a word?

If you want to fight, you will fight!

The monk who can choose to stay will be a good stubble, and the bloody battle will break out in an instant.

At the top of the hill, the two gray-robed monks shook their heads and sighed regretfully when they saw that the killing had begun, and turned to walk towards the teleportation array;

"Back then, you and I were also fighting like this!"

"yes!"

"It's ridiculous."

"I don't want to live anymore, stop talking!"

"Haha"