At this moment, nearly 180 monks were gathering in all directions, listening carefully to the voice of the guide, for fear that they would miss a single word and thus miss the opportunity for creation.

A faint sound, like the sound of the underworld, came from a huge pit as black as ink.

“... Penglai Lin has a strong aura, not only is there no danger there, but even the spirit flowers and fairy grasses everywhere are waiting for you to pick them, that is, the spiritual fruit that can prolong life and gain cultivation, can also be seen everywhere. ”

Hearing this, the cultivators seemed to have smelled the aromatic breath of the spirit flower and fairy grass, and saw the bright and jade spirit fruits!

Suddenly, they showed their obsessive joy.

What's more, they are salivating and drooling, and they don't even know it.

Of course, not everyone behaves like this, and there are still a few who are clear-headed.

However, at this time, the winning swing is not much better.

He wiped the unassuming saliva from the corner of his mouth, patted Luo Yu excitedly with his big wet hand and said, "Brother, do you hear?

Luo Yu seemed quite calm after experiencing the previous loss of consciousness.

He flicked the fan without moving, pushed away the moist big hand of the winning wave, and smiled faintly: "As soon as I entered the Jinyan Ridge, it was full of murderous opportunities, and now it is said that Penglailin is everywhere, he~ There will be this good thing?"

Ying Langwen's heart 'chuckled' for a moment: "You mean, what this guide said is not true!"

Luo Yu shook his head slightly, and at the same time observed the floating golden platforms around him: "It's not true, I don't know for the time being, it's just that these seventy-two golden platforms are probably not so good." ”

As if to confirm Luo Yu's words, after a pause, the voice of the usher sounded again: "But... Each of the seventy-two golden platforms only allows eight people to ride together, and those who have no chance can only... Stay~ down. ”

When Luo Yu heard this, he secretly said that this was indeed the case.

Although there are seventy-two golden platforms in this seal, the volume is only eight square meters, how can more than 800 people here be multiplied?

Ying Dang bumped Luo Yu in admiration, raised his eyebrows and praised: "Brother, you can do it!" However, it doesn't matter, there are as many as seventy-two of these golden platforms, and there must be a place for the two of us. ”

Obviously, Yingdang has not yet reacted to what is the root of the problem?

I saw Luo Yu raising a fan to cover it, and quietly reminded: "There are more than 800 people here, and there are seventy-two golden platforms, each with eight people, that is to say... There are 576 people who can enter Penglailin, and more than 200 people cannot enter. ”

Ying Dang didn't count the number of people, and he suddenly said: "In this way, isn't there more than 200 people who will stop there?"

"Stop?" Luo Yu's gaze swept over the crowd that had not yet reacted, and he muttered: "Jin Yanling has been going all the way, can't you see it? That Chi Dan is clearly the soul and blood of the monk who died among the thousands of people I and others..." ”

Ying Dang naturally discovered the strangeness of this red pill, because he had also seen the picture of the corpse turning into a silver eagle after the gale wind blew. It's just that he didn't want to believe what Luo Yu said at that time, thinking that this red pill was from the dead monk.

But thinking about it at this moment, entering thousands of people and looking for thousands of red pills, is this just a coincidence?

Thinking of this, he suddenly gasped: "You mean... A thousand red pills are a thousand of us? Isn't that ten deaths and no life!"

"Maybe... But not really. Luo Yu guessed: "There are many silver sculptures in this Jinling Mountains, which should have been transformed by the people who broke into the secret realm in the past after their deaths, and the clues can be seen from the rust marks on their bodies, and there should also be some missing red pills." In other words, as long as you die here, you will become a sculpture, and the blood will be refined into a pill after the gale wind!"

Ying Dang said worriedly, "In case the Red Thunder Venerable... Do you want me to bury all my bones here?"

Luo Yu shook his head slightly, hesitantly vetoed: "As the Twelve Ancient Venerables, the Red Thunder Venerable should not be a person who kills people. ”

"Alas~ I hope so. "Win Dang is no longer as excited as before, but looks sad.

And at this moment, a loose cultivator on the second floor of the Innocent Sect knew that he was alone and weak, and he was afraid that he would stop there.

So he tried to ask aloud: "Dare to ask the seniors, even if you stay, you should tell me where the teleportation gate is, right?"

As soon as these words came out, in the abyss pit, the wind and thunder were howling, and the voice of vicissitudes seemed to be extremely cold: "Stay, why do you need to teleport at the star gate?"

Someone with a keen reaction instantly asked, "Senior, what does this mean by 'staying'?"

"What do you mean?" The voice of the usher sounded again: "Hmph~ There are gains and losses in the world, and the land of my lord is either born by chance, or died and turned into figurines! It means to stay. ”

"What?!"

Hearing the words of the guide, everyone was in an uproar.

"We're going out!"

"Let us out!"

The shouts from all directions came and went.

But in the abyssal pit, the voice of vicissitudes became more and more cold: "It's too late to go out! Unless you can enter Penglailin, there... There is a stargate to the outside world. ”

Before the words fell, the flame of survival in the eyes of the cultivators was already blazing, and they all turned their eyes to the seventy-two floating gold sealing platforms around the huge pit.

Since then, the voice of the usher has not sounded again, only seventy-two red arcs of lightning broke through the abyss in an instant, scattering towards the seventy-two golden sealing platforms.

Suddenly, the gold-sealing platforms were lit up one after another like Kong Ming lanterns, and the inscriptions on them were like streamer petals blooming one by one.

Seventy-two golden platforms... It's on!

As soon as the sealing platform was opened, it was undoubtedly telling the cultivators that the struggle for life and death had begun.

The figure longingly shuttled and jumped up, and although the number of seventy-two was numerous, it could not stand the large number of monks here. They scrambled to be the first, with different expressions, some full of desire, some of them crazy, some of them fierce, some of them with frightened eyes...!

All of this has nothing to do with chance, but for a glimmer of life.

The families of the closest sects, and those who are strong in scattered cultivation, naturally get the moon first near the water building, and they have stepped on the gold sealing platform that is closer to them.

In an instant, twelve of the Golden Towers had been occupied. Among them, Luo Yu, who is alias Bu Niuming, was not with the Phantom Heaven Palace, the Fairy Spirit Sect, etc., but occupied a close gold platform with Yingdang.

Ying Dang didn't understand why Brother Niu Ming didn't join up with the Phantom Heaven Palace, wouldn't it be safer in this way? Now the two of them occupy one, and among the twelve, they are the least numerous, and naturally the most dangerous.

Because, even if you occupy this golden platform first, it doesn't mean that you can keep it!

But the fact is that even if the other Fengjintai fought and the situation was extremely miserable, no one came to challenge their Yintai, which only had two people.

Because at this moment, the figure in green shirt beside him is standing proudly in the center of the gold sealing platform with his eyes like a sword. Dare to watch, as long as the eyes meet, they will leave cowardly with fear.

It can be seen that the strength Luo Yu showed in the previous battle against the Silver Armor Sword Guard has left an indelible and powerful impression in the hearts of all cultivators.

It is no exaggeration to say that they would rather choose to challenge other loose cultivators than face this powerful Bu Niu Ming. People are the masters who can resist the attacks of the silver-armored sword guards, and they rush up without a head or brain, isn't it self-defeating?

Of course, there are also monks who see that there are only two people on Luo Yu's golden platform, and they want to ride together, and even exchange seats with Chidan. But for some reason, Luo Yu turned a blind eye and ruthlessly refused in silence.

Looking at the Fengjin Platform, which was full of eight people in advance, they were already slowly floating towards the huge pit abyss.

Ying Dang immediately understood that once the number of people in this golden platform reached eight, he would enter the next realm on his own.

Seeing this, he looked at Luo Yu, who was holding a fan in one hand and patting his palm rhythmically, and asked, "Brother Niu Ming, Bai Na Chidan! Why don't you let them ride together? Anyway, it will take eight people to enter Penglailin." ”

Luo Yu's eyes still scanned all directions, as if he was waiting for someone.

He said lightly: "It's not that we won't let it, it's that our gold sealing platform is full." ”

"It's full?" Ying Dang looked at the empty Fengjin Platform in amazement: "No~ just the two of us...!"

But before he finished speaking, a big hand was clasped on the edge of the gold sealing platform, and then he heard a panting shout from the audience: "Huh~ That... That fellow Daoist, take a hand! I didn't see fat... Is the fat man going to lose his strength?"

Ying Dang looked at the fat man who was holding on the edge of the gold sealing platform, constantly stretching out his hand and shaking, and said in amazement: "Who are you?

Obviously, this fat man is the fat ancestor whose spiritual power has not yet recovered, and at this moment, he has done his best to jump to this level.

And just when Yingdang was about to poke his feet and kick down this dead fat man who owed his mouth and didn't know how to be polite.

Suddenly, a few more panting figures jumped up and grabbed the thighs of the fat ancestors who were about to climb up the Fengjin platform!

The fat ancestor's strength had already been hollowed out at this time, how could he withstand this out? He instantly slipped down in horror, and shouted at the same time: "You bastards, wait for the fat man to go up first! Pants!"

Ying Dang's raised foot was immediately retracted.

He squatted on the side, looked at the fat ancestors on the edge of the sealing platform with two fat hands, and laughed.

One after another, there are men and women hanging in the audience like a string of gourds, not to mention how gratifying. Especially the fat man's trousers, which were being dragged to pieces by the kid under him, revealing his white fat!

Elsewhere, the Jintai was either full of people and sank into the abyss, or they fought and shook the sky.

Of course, there are also many monks who are using spirit crystals to ask for a place on the spot.

And the gold sealing platform where Luo Yu is located is extremely funny.

I saw the fat ancestor hanging his head and scolding: "Feng Sizhi... What are you doing by tearing up your fat pants?"

Feng Sizhi took off the fabric on the fat ancestor's calf, and sneered at each other: "Dead fatty, do you think I want to eat fart after you? My sister is tugging at my pants! If I don't hurry, can I do it?"

When the fat ancestor heard the name of Feng Yuezhi, he immediately smiled into a chrysanthemum face: "Say it earlier!Hey~ You should change places with your sister..."

Without waiting for the fat ancestor to finish speaking, Feng Sizhi had already grabbed his fleshy thighs and twisted them hard!

A howl of pain and pleasure shook the basin and beyond.

Bei 11, who was hanging in the penultimate place, urged: "Fat brother, you should climb on the stage quickly!"

The fat ancestor was bitter: "I said Eleventh brother, you have a big string, I can keep it like this, it's not bad~"

was squatting to watch the joke of the winner, Wen Zhi smiled and said: "Hey~ When this is your own home!

The fat ancestor gasped and said, "Fat master doesn't care if you agree or not? What are you doing in a daze? Pull the handle quickly!"

"Hey~ Dead fat man, call you arrogant!" Ying Dang suddenly reached out and began to clasp the fat ancestor's fingers one by one with a wicked smile!

"!" The fat ancestor was stunned, he hurriedly looked at Luo Yu who was standing aside and watching the joke, and shouted: "Bu Niuming... Watching from the sidelines, I don't care about this mouth, fat man!"

Obviously, this fat ancestor had already guessed Luo Yu's true identity through previous observations.

As a person with a thousand ears in Longmen, he often comes into contact with Luo Yu, and it is normal to be able to guess Luo Yu's identity.

Moreover, the reason why he came here with everyone was also for this reason.

After all, in addition to the identity of the Dragon Gate, no matter what, they also had some friendships with Luo Yu in the past, and they raised their hands to help each other at the moment of life and death, shouldn't they?

And Luo Yu didn't expect that why the fat ancestor and the others had so much spiritual power that they couldn't even jump up to this golden platform! However, he occupied this golden platform to wait for the fat ancestor and the Northern Eleven couple, after all, the three of them had helped him.

After hearing the words of the fat ancestor, he smiled and said, "Pull them up." ”

In a short time, the 11th and 6th people in the north had already sat on the gold sealing platform.

At this moment, the eight people of Fengjintai were full, and they were slowly floating towards the sky above the abyss giant hole.

Luo Yu looked at the embarrassed six people and asked, "Fatty, what are you...?hiss~ How do you look like you have been robbed!"

The fat ancestor suddenly looked embarrassed, looked around, and wanted to divert the topic: "Oh yes~ What are you talking about?"

He looked at everyone: "Fate~, the fat man has long said that the evangelist is a great noble... Will definitely take me in and wait...!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone should want Xie Luo Yuyun.

But Feng Sizhi ate this set, jumped up, and angrily pointed at the fat ancestor: "Senior, you are right! The fat ancestor insisted on sending us to the door by himself, and asked a girl to rob a piece of money." ”

Luo Yu really didn't expect that his casual words would be right!

As far as he knew, the fat ancestor seemed to be naïve, but he was experienced and clever inside, how could he be robbed by a girl? Could it be that the other party cultivated above them?

Seeing the surprised look of the cloth senior, Feng Sizhi began to shake the glorious history of the fat ancestors.

The outside world is still fighting for the sealing of the gold platform, but Luo Yu and the other eight people have slowly drifted towards the pitch-black abyss with the sealing gold platform under their feet.