That battle between the lakes lasted a long time.

Until the world in the map of Jiangshan Society gradually sank, Zhuo Xingchen also killed from white night to dusk.

As if never tireless.

There are several terrible scars on his forehead, like marks left by being hit or bitten by a fierce beast, and the blood stains on his hands have long congealed into mottled blood scabs, which bring everyone the most intuitive visual impact in the punches and slashes again and again.

The green rope that tied the hair was gone at some point, and at this moment, the black hair swayed at will with the murderous aura and cold wind, with the smell of madness and wildness.

The boy indulged in fighting and almost forgot himself.

The lake beneath his feet was already soaked in blood, and it rushed farther along the afterglow of the setting sun.

This landscape is smeared with blood, and it has become very strange and creepy.

The green hills on both sides of the river in the distance also seem to hide all their colors and brilliance, and disappear at the end of this lake with the setting sun.

I don't know how long it took, when the wind gradually stopped, the lake suddenly became calm, Zhuo Xingchen finally stood firm among a certain corpse in the center of the lake, his hands were suddenly lowered, no longer clenched into fists, and the knuckles between his fingers were slightly white and trembling slightly.

His face was a little pale, and there was a slight tiredness in his expression.

It seems that this battle, which lasted for nearly a whole day, has almost overdrawn all the true energy and aura in his body.

It's just that every time he raised his head and looked around at the countless beast corpses submerged in the lake in the position of a victor, a terrifying battle intent and murderous aura would appear again between his eyes that had already faded from the light.

As if longing for the next battle.

There were corpses and pools of blood under his feet, and there was a chill and evil breath in the air, and everything in this heaven and earth seemed to be erased by blood, turning bright red.

But the white clothes on his body were still as white as ever, without the slightest pollution.

It's as clean as the lake beyond, unstained with blood.

Zhuo Xingchen stood in the Shura field, calm and silent, and the coldness between his eyebrows seemed to be innate, and it may never be able to dissolve.

At this moment, he is like a demon god.

Unbeatable.

Everyone in front of the Xuanwu list was a witness to the battle between the lakes, and everyone saw the scene of the cold-blooded boy fighting among the ten thousand beasts, which may be unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

Only by seeing it with their own eyes did they know that this rumored genius boy Zhuo Xingchen was not in vain, he was really a genius.

Some people even compared him to a sneer in their hearts, thinking that the Demon Saint Descendant who came from the Yellow Sand Land of the Northern Desert and was famous for his murderous and cold-blooded nature was nothing more than that.

Zhou Ji carried the long pen, with an inexplicable halo between his eyes, he stared at the picture of Zhuo Xingchen standing with his hands in the lake for a long time, then sighed and said: "His murderous intent is too heavy, it is almost difficult to take it back, and in a few days, if it really reaches the point of breaking off his feelings, I am afraid that he will dare to kill you, the teacher." ”

"If killing me can make him find his own unique path, then I, as a teacher, will naturally fulfill him. ”

Li Qingshan said with a smile: "Sometimes I even think, if Xingchen grew up under the hands of that Heart Demon Saint, with that old man's tens of millions of years of murder experience as the foundation, what would he grow up to be now?"

Zhou Ji shook his head: "Everyone thinks that Lao Li Tou, who controls the beast, is very good at talking, and he is tactful, as if he will not offend anyone, and has a good temper." Why don't they want to think about whether a good-natured person can enter the most dangerous and bloody beast control fasting in the seminary? ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Ji paused, he glanced at Li Qingshan with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and continued: "Actually, you are an old madman, so you will bring out such a little madman as Zhuo Xingchen. ”

Bian Zhiwei, who was standing on the side with a gloomy face, nodded very rarely when he heard Zhou Zhiyi's words, and deeply agreed.

Li Qingshan was noncommittal, he smiled, and did not pick up Zhou's words.

It's just that between those eyes that always had an inexplicable smile, a deep indifference suddenly appeared, which was fleeting.

Zhou Ji suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the world in the distance of the lake where Zhuo Xingchen was, where the sunset had sunk, the night was coming, and a bleak cold suddenly rose in the sky, with the coldness and loneliness between the mountains and rivers.

He spoke again and said: "The fierce beasts that have poured into the Jiangshan Society Diagram are endless, if they can really trace Zhuo Xingchen's breath, I am afraid that before dawn, there will be another wave of beast tides coming, at that time, can he still hold on?"

Li Qingshan looked at the white-clothed young man who was gradually disappearing into the darkness, waved his hand and said, "He has already experienced too much in the process of life and death, and this level of battle can't hurt his fundamentals...... For others, entering the Jiangshan Society may be just to survive and survive until the last day of going out. For me, as a student, it was only ten years of cultivation. In the future, he will have to endure much more danger than this. ”

Zhou Ji nodded when he heard this, he didn't say anything more, the long pen in his hand moved lightly, and when the air swept by, he wiped out all the darkness that was gradually coming behind the gate.

In the next period of time, the pen power of the long pen continued to walk in the air, circulating vertically and horizontally between the maps of the rivers and mountains, and took the people in front of the Xuanwu list to see the scenery of other places and other people.

The Demon Saint Descendant, who was as keen on fighting as Zhuo Xingchen, sneered, he was walking between a vast and endless snowfield, all the way forward, stepping on knee-deep layers of snow, and silently walking in a direction with no end in sight.

I don't know how long it took, just when everyone thought that he would walk calmly and low-key between this snowfield, a high mountain suddenly appeared in an unknown place in the depths of the snowfield.

This high mountain is full of snow, straight into the clouds, and there is no peak in sight, and it is very abruptly blocked in the middle of the snowfield, like a snow-covered city wall, stopping the lonely passer-by in the snowfield.

Just when everyone thought that Sneer Xiao would take a detour or return the same way, he didn't pause at all, and strode forward directly.

The mountain was too tall and too big, and with the perennial snow, a thick layer of ice and snow armor had gathered on it.

So naturally, it can't be collapsed with one punch.

The punch went head-on, only to blast out a huge long road with a diameter of several zhang under the snowy mountain, sneered and walked in silently, came to the end of the long road, and then raised his fist again......

If one punch doesn't work, then another punch, looking at the sneering indifferent eyes and the footsteps that have never retreated, he should still have ten million punches.

The people in front of the Xuanwu list looked at the ruthlessness that sneered and laughed and bombarded the mountain with their flesh fists, and they thought to themselves that Zhuo Xingchen had just left, and they were even more fierce, when would these two people meet and fight, it would be good-looking.

Li Qingshan, who was watching the scene here, also smiled, he pointed to the black-clothed young man who was diligent and diligently opened the mountain, and said with a smile: "If all those ancient fierce beasts in the beast control house have gone to the snow field, I'm afraid he won't be so boring." In the days before entering the Jiangshan Society, this sneering smile tossed the fierce beast in my fast. ”

Zhou Ji didn't answer, his eyes turned from a sneer, and then the long pen moved forward, and the pen continued to swim, and then pointed to the location of the Sword Saint Descendant Baili Broken River.

This descendant of the Sword Saint has been standing on the top of a certain mountain since he came to the Jiangshan Society Diagram, and his life has been very regular.

He would go to sleep when it was dark, and when he woke up, he would practice his sword, and occasionally when he was interested, he would wander around with his sword to find those unlucky human monks, and then send them out of the Jiangshan Society in advance.

Among the human monks who had been rescued in front of the Xuanwu List, most of them were forced to a dead end by a sword from the Baili Broken River, and they had to send a distress signal to escape.

So when the appearance of Baili Broken River just appeared after that gate, there was a sudden scolding between the flat grounds, and even some impatient people jumped up directly and scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of Baili Broken River, anyway, he couldn't hear it.

It's just that the words of those people are vulgar, and they almost do everything, even Bian Zhiwei, who thinks he is a master of quarrels in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, can't help but shudder, and looks sideways slightly, thinking that there are really a few talents among these monks from outside.

Zhou Ji listened to those unbearable scoldings, sighed softly, and directly turned everyone's attention to the direction of Jianghe, the descendant of the Dao Saint, and Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha Saint.

These two saints were much calmer and more peaceful after that, they just read the Taoist treasures lightly in the wilderness and the sound of the wind, and read the scriptures, without disturbing anyone, with their strength and identity, naturally no one would disturb them.

It's peaceful, but it's also a little boring.

Therefore, Zhou exception's pen power only stopped for a while, and then quickly turned away.

The two geniuses of the Divine Academy and the four saints had already seen it later, and everyone thought that the pen in Zhou Jie's palm would be transferred to the human monks next, and the young masters who had been famous for a long time.

For example, Ning Xiaolong, the young master of Lone Dragon Mountain.

For example, the young swordsman Bei Xiaojian of Yijian Villa.

For example, those little Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain.

......

Even Li Qingshan and Bian Zhiwei thought like this, because they really couldn't think of anyone else who could enter the eyes of Zhou Zhiyi, and it was worth him to move that long pen over.

And Zhou Ji was silent in place for a long time, and the long pen in his palm swirled in the wind, rolling up the vast pen power, as if he was looking for a certain direction in the map of the Jiangshan Society.

Soon, the long pen stopped turning, Zhou Ji raised his eyes slightly, and then handed the pen out, and all the pen power accumulated under the dry tip of the pen passed through the air, shining into the mysterious door in the map of the country.

There was only one wasteland behind the door.

All that is called a wasteland is a wasteland, and it must be very wild, and there is no superfluous scenery in between, only a young man.

The boy was dressed in an ordinary gown, not flashy, but clean.

His eyes are very warm, as if with light, with maturity and indifference that does not belong to this age, and his complexion is even calmer, as if he has been through the years and has never had the wind and frost of his peers.

The boy was alone, carrying only a short sword, which was now tied to his waist.

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