The drowsy earth, a blood-colored, purgatory secret realm, demon realm, demon realm, Shenzhou three realms connected secret realm, from the border of this secret realm is accompanied by blood and rain, this secret realm can only be entered by the advent realm has become an excellent place for all walks of life to hone disciples, ethnic groups, each battlefield out of the elite of all races. Three years, after three years you are qualified to say that you want to leave, and before that, die, you can only die in this secret realm.

Tianxia City, the secret city where the Confucian world is stationed, and one of the thirty human cities on the front line of the battlefield. Zhou Jin slowly stepped out of the palace, looking at the drowsy earth in front of him and was silent. Rejected the invitation to form a team, Zhou Jin stepped on the battlefield alone, he came for the knife, for the perception of life and death, when he came out of the world, he should be the darling of the battlefield as an intermediate formation master, but Zhou Jin didn't want to, he was only for the knife, just for the strength to be one point stronger, and one point stronger.

The battlefield is not a river and lake, a negligence on the battlefield is life and death, carrying a knife, Zhou Jin walked silently, he of the intermediate formation division has an indescribable perception of ordinary people, and he can investigate within a radius of ten miles. The demons in ambush three miles ahead are like the moon in the night, particularly dazzling.

The three demon clans, forming a circle of one mile apart, seemed to be coming at him, Zhou Jin smiled, for Zhou Jin, who had just stepped into the world, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a fierce enemy, but Zhou Jin didn't want to retreat, he didn't want to retreat a single step. The sword trick is the emperor, and the name of the knife is the same. The knife, caring about one fast, one steady, and one ruthless, looking at the three people opposite, Zhou Jin grasped the fighter to meet the demon clan in the middle before the other party closed in.

Battle, the demon clan in front of him looked at Zhou Jin, who was coming up, and slowly pulled out the magic knife without saying a word, everyone knows what it means to step on this battlefield, and meeting is life and death. What's more, as long as a pillar of incense, the same clan will surround it. However, like a white horse passing through a gap, Zhou Jin, who broke out in an instant, still caught him off guard, and had to admit that the knife was very fast, if he hadn't pulled away at the last moment, it wouldn't have been just a wound on his chest. However, it's just that the knife is fast, and it can be seen that it should be a novice, Qing Wuxing smiled, it seems that this person has taken the head.

Zhou Jin, who broke out in the moment of the battle, understood that what he lacked was experience, but wasn't he here for this. Looking at the playful gaze of the demon clan on the other side, Zhou Jin smiled, it seems that he is already a dish in the eyes of others. Lifting the knife up, feeling the two people around him, Zhou Jin's knife became more and more heavy, more stable, and faster, this feeling of spirit and spirit condensation made Zhou Jin want to stop, the improvement of strength is like poison, it is addictive, Zhou Jin is addicted to this posture, and gradually goes crazy.

A sudden injury to the bones made Zhou Jin gradually come back to his senses, the Confucian robe on his body had already been dyed red, and it was not in shape, looking at the three demons who were also hanging colors on the opposite side, Zhou Jin smiled, I have to say that the fight was very cool, he liked this feeling. After a horizontal and boundless style, Zhou Jin slowly widened the distance, "Alas, the horned one, I will come again." Then he withdrew. Unexpectedly, the three of them would have thought that such a crazy person in the previous battle would retreat, so they could only watch Zhou Jin retreat, and they couldn't catch up.

Qing Wuwu, who came back to his senses, looked at the scars all over his body, and then looked at the tattered blood-colored clothes of his companions beside him and was silent. The three of them can't be killed, not to mention, and they are full of colors, but there is a rookie on the other side, there is really nothing to say, it is too slap in the face. "Let's take a detour when I meet this guy in the future." Qing Wuxing said uncontrollably. It's not easy to mix up the battlefield here, it looks like you have to change places, or practice the combined attack of the Sancai Array? Thinking so, the three of them slowly retreated.

Zhou Jin, who retreated to Tianxia City, took out the wound medicine and began to heal his injuries, if it wasn't for the last illusory move today, maybe he would have been lying down. It seems that sometimes it's better to be calm on the battlefield, after all, life is your own, and it's just like that, and there is no place to cry when you die.

Pulling open the inner armor on his body, looking at the criss-crossing wounds, Zhou Jin smiled, no capital and no preparation for himself to go to the battlefield easily? Am I really stupid? The three turtles always thought that they were the Confucian clothes with a protective array on their bodies, which was really funny.

Three months, from rookie to today's realm, Zhou Jin only spent three months, and now his knife is fast, ruthless, and stable, and the demons in the same realm have few opponents.

However, for Zhou Jin, all this was not enough, he felt that his knife could be faster, more stable, and the advancement of the knife path could be deeper. It seems that you need to put some pressure on yourself, Zhou Jin thought silently.

Zhou Jin is a person who will do it when he thinks of it, and then he came out with a knife. The demon race is a three-to-five army system, centurion, thousand-commander, in that group where strength is respected, it means that the strong.

There is also a military camp in Tianxia City, and Yun Jin, who has just arrived, knows that he does not have the strength to enter the meat grinder-like battlefield of the barracks. However, now Zhou Jin no longer feels the pressure in those stragglers, and the only way to become stronger is to go there, where he can feel the growth of strength.

Two and a half years later, in the southern district of the world, Zhou Jin, who was soaking in the medicinal bath, felt the scars gradually fading on his body, and smiled at the skin without a trace of scars on his body. Tying up the jade crown, putting on the robe, and feeling the endless smell of blood on his body, Zhou Jin knew that he didn't need to go to the battlefield anymore. Today's battlefield can no longer put pressure on me, practice the piano, make tea, it's time to get rid of this bloody smell. Meditating on the immortal kingship, tasting the wind and rain for more than two years, the second realm of the world has quietly opened its door.

Fortunately, there were many elixirs at the beginning, and it was not uncommon to practice physical medicine after stepping into the second realm, and Zhou Jin, who had changed the medicinal bath, was cultivating like a hermit in this city of the world. At the end of the three-year period, Zhou Jin can no longer feel the slightest smell of blood all over his body, with a jade crown on his head, and a feather fan transformed by the emperor in his hand, a figure as rich as jade. The narcissistic Zhou Jin has already put aside what his face is.

"Coming back?" "Yes, Master." Yan Zixu, who looked up and down, nodded and said, "It's okay, let's go down." Zhou Jin bowed and slowly retreated. He knew that he didn't look at this point of cultivation as a teacher, and the teacher was happy because he recognized that this was a bloody road, and people were precious to themselves.

There are countless classics in the Academy, but the most precious thing is to teach you how to recognize the way forward. It's time to go out for a walk, most of the disciples of the School Palace have traveled the rivers and lakes, and there are many people who have not returned to the School Palace for hundreds of years and thousands of years.

Great Qi Dynasty, Qingzhou, Hejian Mansion, Tianfeng City, Ten Mile Gallery, looking at the gorgeous boat workshop along the river, Zhou Jin floated here. Looking at Zhou Jin in front of him, Li Si put down his cultivation and asked happily, "How happened to going to the Purgatory Secret Realm this time, and how did you get it?" ”

"It's not bad, how are you practicing the Blue Sea Tide Life Technique?" Zhou Jin replied. "It's a lot of advancement, you won't come empty-handed, will you?" "Don't worry, I went to Zhongzhou before I came, and this time I took down 100 bottles of drunk breeze."

"A hundred bottles? You're not going to give that dead old man a way to live. "I'll exchange the fourth-level fig in advance, let that bad old man wait slowly, I can't beat him, I'm still disgusting and can't kill him." Hearing this, Li Si smiled and didn't say anything more.