This mine is the dark iron vein that the world will be extremely red to once it is discovered.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Wuji Sutra Heavenly Gate did not let people know the secret of the Dao, but transformed it into the "Yaksha Palace". In this way, no one will know that the Dao Wuji Sect has a vein through the Heavenly Gate.

No country will allow any organization or individual to own mineral veins, which is national strength and the most valuable war resource of the country. Even if this is a waste mine, it is not allowed.

Judging from the mining beasts running here, this is not a waste mine cave, because those mining beasts have the characteristics of armed blackiron, and they are difficult to deal with.

This also explains that the snake was almost unable to cut off the poisonous snake at the door, and the snake corpse was eaten by those dark iron ore beasts for the sake of the snake, because the snake's blood contained the ingredients of the black iron ore. For the Darkiron Beast, the more it eats, just as a warrior has a larger piece of Darkiron, it can be armed with Xuanjia or Xuanbing, and they evolve their scales or minions to become more powerful.

Tong Hu suddenly had an idea, if I also eat these mining beasts, will I also become like these mining beasts, directly strengthening my physique?

Then he shook his head, judging from the fact that he had just drunk some water and pulled wildly, it must have been that there was also dark iron ore in those waters, and because he was extremely rejecting physique, he had diarrhea, and then expelled the dark iron ore.

Tong Hu was excited, do you want to sell your for money?

But then, Tong Hu smiled, picked up the snake corpse, peeled off the snake's skin, and put it in his mouth to chew.

This means that they won't be chased by the miners for eating the meat of the miners, and they will at most chase after them and eat.

And himself, he has a copy of "Netherworld Hurting Heaven Fist" that no one else can practice well. A vague and domineering feeling gradually came to mind......

For Wuji Jingtianmen, it is not only Tong Hu who is a waste of firewood.

Nine times out of ten, the newcomers are waste firewood, but Tong Hu is a super waste firewood.

Scrap wood is easy to forget, and the same is true for super scrap wood.

From that day on, I don't know how long it has been, among the people who are constantly changing through the Heavenly Gate of Wuji, the only person who will really think of Tong Hu is Su Su.

Until the Yaksha door was pushed open with a loud and stubborn noise, and a man in tattered clothes with hair long enough to hang down his waist stepped out.

The Yaksha door is open!

This news shocked the entire Wuji Sutra Heavenly Sect, and for the first time in decades, someone opened the Yaksha door and walked out alive from inside.

Every year, people with less qualifications are thrown into the Yaksha Palace. Sometimes, disciples who have made mistakes or have not worked hard enough in their cultivation will also be thrown in, and they will all die tragically without exception.

No one has ever been alive to open the Yaksha door.

Now there's a waste coming out of it, and it's a waste of a waste.

From his body, he didn't feel a strong aura, and he still seemed to be a waste.

Tong Hu squinted his eyes, and the sun was so bright. How long had passed, and he had no idea what it had been. One year, two years?

Outside the Yaksha Gate, it was not a broad avenue, but a martial arts arena, and he was standing in a deep pit. The road for people to walk is in the sky, and there is a road leading to heaven on the high stand, which is the heavenly road of Wuji through the gate of heaven. This road leads to the other eleven palace gates, and also leads to the main tower of the Wuji Heavenly Gate.

Looking at the place where Tong Hu is staying from that road, it is like looking down from the sky.

Seeing that he was still in a huge pit, Tong Hu smiled bitterly. This may also be to prevent the mining beast from escaping, the stands are more than three feet high, and even giants are difficult to climb up.

There were more and more people in the stands, some of the disciples of Wuji Jingtianmen were gorgeously dressed, and at first glance they were from wealthy families; some were holding their bare arms, and they looked like they were not easy to mess with; and some were wearing Xuan armor, holding Xuan soldiers, and their surroundings were full of purple energy. Five or six hundred people surrounded a dozen god-like armed men, and sat proudly on the stands around them.

It was the first time that Tong Hu had seen so many Xuan armor, and it was not an ordinary Xuan armor, it was a heavy Xuan armor armed all over the body. These armors weigh more than 100 catties, and each one is worth a fortune. Tong Hu had only heard that these warriors were like great generals in the eyes of the world, no, maybe more like gods, because each of them could easily kill thousands of ordinary people.

Some are delicately ornamented, others are covered in scales like dragons, and no two armors are the same. The only thing they have in common is that they exude a terrifying aura like a god, which is intimidating.

Tong Hu did not have this fear, he fell to the ground with his back to the sky, stretched out his limbs, basking in the sun, feeling the joy of walking out of the door and the feeling of the sun drying the bacteria in his hair.

A thin man dressed in black with an iron mask descended from the sky like a big eagle, stuck to the ground like a nail, and looked at the child tiger basking in the sun.

There was silence all around, and even those Wuji Gate masters wearing Xuan armor sat still and watched quietly.

"According to the rules of the sect, you can become a disciple of the Wuji Sect. What's your name?"

"Tong Hu. ”

Tong Hu recognized that this was the voice of the man who had imprisoned him in the Yaksha Palace. That indifferent and merciless voice, which is not like a human being, trembles the soul, the voice is not loud, even men and women cannot be distinguished, but it makes you unable to skip every word he says, it is a voice that people can never forget after hearing it once.

"I am the messenger of the door, impermanence. The man in the iron mask said coldly, "You are the tenth generation disciple of the Wuji Sect, that is, the last generation disciple. As is customary, you'll have to take on a challenge to show what you're capable of and prove that you're not a piece of waste. This will determine your treatment in the door and decide who your master is. ”

A bottle of water was thrown in front of Tong Hu.

"This is Tianzhi grass spirit syrup, drink it, you can recover your strength and exert twice the amount of strength than usual. ”

Tong Hu sat up, grabbed the bottle, and drank it. A vein-boiling excitement burned from his stomach, and his whole body was relieved.

There was the sound of chains from the stands, accompanied by the sound of a huge iron unicorn rumbling and being dragged, and Su Su also appeared in the aisle, condescending, looking at him coldly. She seems to have grown a little taller, and nothing has changed.

Impermanence said: "Given that you are the only person who has come out of the Yaksha Gate in decades, you can choose what kind of person you fight against, and you can also give preference to the blade. ”

Tong Hu said: "Of course, the weaker the better. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd. A look of disdain rose in the eyes of many people, and they couldn't imagine that out of the Yaksha Gate was a coward who was afraid of death. Compete with the masters, although defeated, it is still glorious.

Impermanence said: "Then the same tenth generation disciple, who wants to compete with him?"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, although Tong Hu came out of the Yaksha Gate, the aura he exuded was really not strong. It's no wonder that almost all of the disciples who were thrown into the Yaksha Palace were the least qualified. Those who can pass through other trials and become disciples naturally have a sense of superiority.

Someone used an iron mirror to take a picture of Tong Hu, and when Tong Hu's figure was reflected in the mirror, the runes on the back of the mirror flashed, and a line of words was reflected on the mirror: "Induce qi into the body, and cultivate to one hundred and four." ”

This number is lower than that of most new initiation disciples who have passed the test, so low that it may not be accurate to measure. Some of the disciples looked at the numbers in the mirror and shook their heads, completely losing interest in fighting Tong Hu to be their comrade, not even in fighting him.

Someone instigated: "Feng Qi, didn't you say before that this kid caused you to carry him and made you sleep, so you must clean him up?"