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After such a long period of training, Zhang Fan clearly felt that if he killed people again, he would no longer have a psychological burden, because he had met many monks in the middle, some of them were cannibalistic, some were killing people to seize treasures, and some even killed people and refined their souls, and they would never be reborn.

For him, death is really a kind of happiness, some people have a disgusting and good face, and some people have the opposite face of good and evil hearts. This is cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, until today Zhang Fan completely understands that immortals are also cultivated by people, and there are also seven emotions and six desires, as well as good and evil, the world of cultivating immortals must be careful everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will never recover.

In the end, I still can't reach the supreme state of "I'd rather bear the people of the world than the people of the world bear me".

After all, it is through the special compulsory education on the earth, and the people of the earth still have a very bottom line, they must protect themselves wisely, and they must be alone, no matter what the world says, only alive will be the ultimate victor.

These experiences have caused a great touch to Zhang Fan's heart, although he did not participate, he was hiding and watching coldly, but it was always more touching than reading the novel, after this, Zhang Fan did not find himself slowly changing and adapting.

After returning to the sect, Zhang Fan hid his cultivation to the tenth layer of Qi training, handed in the task and registered for his trial by the way, and then exchanged all the things he had obtained for so long, such as some unused demon beast materials and herbs, and got a lot of spirit stones.

Zhang Fan looked at the bulging storage bag, his heart was much more down-to-earth, and he was quite proud, in the past half a year, Zhang Fan thought about how to improve his strength, and his qi training had reached its peak, and there was really no other way than to build a foundation.

The magic weapons, runic treasures, and elixirs are all very good, and I went to the market a few times. I bought thousands of various talismans, a top-grade magic weapon inner armor, as well as high-grade magic weapon clothes and shoes, and the clothes were specially made by the boss to make them an ordinary appearance.

After thinking about it, I went to spend a lot of money to buy a few thunder beads and a rune treasure of the three-headed snake spirit at the auction house, but I really couldn't think of any place to increase my strength, so I stayed in the room to meditate and cultivate.

Three days before the trip to the forbidden land, Uncle Wang in the mission hall finally sent a transmission note to Zhang Fan, urging him to go to the main hall to gather and prepare to go.

When Zhang Fan arrived there, the disciples who had signed up for the Scarlet Trial all gathered here and looked at each other. Many people were communicating with each other, except for Zhang Fan, who stood alone in the crowd.

Seeing that since he entered the door, he has been taking a low-key and cautious attitude, and he has never done anything wrong, otherwise he would have met an acquaintance and suddenly found that Zhang Fan was now practicing qi at the tenth level, and he was also participating in the blood-colored trial, it would not be strange.

After all, the path of cultivating immortals is so long, and the possibility of accidents is so great.

If I attract people's attention again and do some stupid things that are in the limelight, then a low-level immortal cultivator like him, who has no background and no backing, may be pinched to death by some irresistible powerful existence on the path of cultivating immortals at any time.

The possibility of embarking on the path of cultivating immortals in the next life is almost equivalent to none. Besides, some monks still refine their souls, and if they encounter something like this, it will be miserable, and there will be no chance of reincarnation.

And the disciples who participated in the Scarlet Trial in Qingxumen this time can really be called strong and strong, and the elite is great, there are as many as five or six disciples at the peak of the twelfth layer alone, and the rest of the other disciples are also the majority of the eleventh layer.

The disciples of the last ten layers are only five people, in addition to Zhang Fan, there are three men and one woman, the men are nothing, they are all mature, and they look much more than Zhang Fan.

That woman is even more strange, she looks like she has reached the tenth level of the Qi refining stage at the age of fifteen or sixteen. With such qualifications, it stands to reason that they shouldn't be so risky? I really can't figure it out, so Zhang Fan doesn't think about it anymore.

According to the previous practice, the number of low-level disciples of the seven major sects who could enter the forbidden land could not exceed twenty-five, and they could only be less than more.

In the past few times, there were not enough people at all, and often only a dozen people participated in the Blood Trial.

But this time, not only did the number of people reach the maximum, but there were also so many elite disciples, all of which showed that this forbidden land medicine collection would definitely exceed the previous ordinary level, and the number of people who could survive would definitely be less than a quarter.

The biggest reason is that after this trial, the seven major factions have been sealing the entrance to the forbidden land for 60 years.

Seeing this expected scene, Zhang Fan had nothing to do except scold in his heart!

There is no need to ask, these elite disciples must have been promised higher rewards by the high-level in the sect, otherwise they would not have appeared here.

After listening to the master's words of encouragement, Deacon Liu walked into the hall with a large tray on it, and a golden storage bag was placed on it, which looked very luxurious and must be extraordinary.

First of all, each person was given a medium-grade spirit stone, some were red, some were cyan, and all of them were colorful, all of which were spirit stones with five element attributes. It seems that it is time to fulfill the promise made in advance, and this can be regarded as a kind of pre-war encouragement! Zhang Fan thought a little maliciously.

Middle-grade spirit stones are generally taken freely according to each person's needs.

Zhang Fan is not short of these, the last time he went to Fang City, he specially exchanged 50 middle-grade spirit stones, which were exchanged according to his spiritual root attribute Jin Mu Huo.

Don't let the benefits distributed by the sect be in vain, after all, we people can be regarded as being born and dying for the sect, and we have made great contributions.

Zhang Fan casually received a red fire spirit stone, but no one competed with him.

Then everyone stepped forward in turn and took out a magic weapon from the golden storage bag, this golden storage bag is not quite the same as an ordinary storage bag, other storage bags, just put the divine sense into it, and then input spiritual power to take things out.

And this bag puts an end to the divine sense of the immortal cultivator, and there is no need to input spiritual power, as long as you put your hand into it, you can take out the magic weapon that has been reduced by dozens of times, but what is the bottom of the take-out, it is difficult to say, it all depends on the touch of the hand to judge.

It seems that this storage bag is specially refined for the purpose of extracting magic weapons, otherwise the practical effect of this thing is far less convenient than ordinary storage bags, who would use it!

Although they are all high-grade magic weapons, defensive magic weapons are obviously rarer than offensive magic weapons, and the quality and effectiveness of offensive magic weapons or defensive magic weapons are still very different.

Being able to draw a suitable magic weapon will give you an extra chance of surviving in the blood trial, and those people, especially the disciples who are greatly lacking magic weapons, will be even more concerned.

Zhang Fan didn't care much about this, after all, after so many years of preparation, there should be something, and there should be something. To be honest, Zhang Fan's wealth is no worse than that of a monk who has built a perfect foundation, and he even feels that he is not much worse than that of a monk who has built a perfect foundation.

By the time Zhang Fan stepped forward, most of them had already extracted it, and as for what kind of magic weapon they were getting, everyone tacitly didn't say it, let alone show it to others.

Zhang Fan's hand reached into the bag, and he scratched it randomly, and something strange appeared in his hand.

His heart moved, and without thinking, he grabbed it out of the storage bag and took a sneak look, and after being slightly stunned, he immediately put it away.

At this time, one of the people behind couldn't wait to come forward, Zhang Fan saw this, and gave up the place very interestingly and returned to the place where he was staying.

After the extraction of the magic weapon was over, the head introduced some basic information and various precautions for the blood-colored trial, and after the incident, a master who Zhang Fan couldn't see clearly next to him seemed to be surnamed Wang.

Wang Shizu said the word "departure" very neatly, and ended the first meeting with Zhang Fan and other juniors, and then took the lead in leaving the hall.

Zhang Fan and the others were stunned for a while, but under the urging of the other stewards, they hurriedly followed, and then everyone sat on the flying magic weapon of the Qingxu Gate in turn, Xue Hongyan. In this way, after two days of driving, I finally flew to this nameless barren mountain.

When they arrived here, the disciples learned from a few stewards that this was the place where they had made an appointment with other immortal cultivation sects, and only when the people of the seven major sects gathered together would they set off to open the forbidden land together, otherwise they would not be able to enter the forbidden land with the strength of one sect alone.

The agreed time is tomorrow morning, but because the forbidden land is in Jianzhou, Qingxumen is also half the host, so this gate is generally a day in advance, and first come to this mountain to wait for the other factions. Now all the disciples are free to move, and tomorrow they will be lined up together and wait together.

Since several stewards said so, Zhang Fan and the others naturally dispersed in a hurry, and they went their own way on the mountain to make some final preparations for the upcoming big war.

Zhang Fan also took the time to look at the high-grade magic weapon he drawn, it is a special magic weapon called the stealth cloak, which is not bad, the effect is similar to the concealment technique, but it is far worse than the concealment technique, it is more chicken for Zhang Fan, it should be able to sell it for a good price, so it doesn't matter.

The next day, people from various sects and sects arrived one after another, Zhang Fan especially noticed the people from Huang Feng Valley, he didn't see Han Li, and while he was relieved, he was also a little worried about him.

When I saw an old man, with a sharp mouth and dog cheeks, he didn't look like a good person, looking for people to gang up everywhere.

Zhang Fan glanced at it and didn't dare to look at it again, because Zhang Fan felt that he was the gift of the Divine Cultivator or his doppelganger, in short, he couldn't be provoked.

I also saw Wang Lin, but he was alone, I don't know if he would encounter it in the forbidden land, and if he did, what would it be?

After the patriarchs of each faction finished discussing, they returned to the queue of the main sect respectively, and then took the juniors into the air and flew towards the legendary forbidden land.

This time is very short, in the direction of the junction of Yuanwu Kingdom, after a short flight of a few hours, it fell in front of a wide and boundless loess slope, except for piles of stones, not even a single grass can be seen, at a glance, everywhere is the color of yellow.

"Could it be here?" Zhang Fan, like everyone else, was surprised, this was really not like a place that could give birth to heaven and earth spiritual objects.

Several masters of the Yudan period gathered together for a few more words, and then the patriarchs of each faction shot at the same time to hit ten meters ahead.

Zhang Fan just saw all kinds of spells, and the power was extremely great, and he couldn't say why, after all, they were all Jiedan Patriarchs, and the shot was really extraordinary.

The rumbling sound lasted for about four hours, and the ancestors of each faction each took out their magic weapons, so after a short while, a circular passage suddenly appeared in the void in front of them, and the passage was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Fast forward, we won't last long!"

One of them, the monk with a large knife, ordered loudly, and looking at his sweaty appearance, he really couldn't hold out for long.

When the disciples of the seven sects heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, and they all interspersed with each other, and flew into the passage in batches.

At this time, everyone was silent and gloomy.

Everyone knows that once they enter the forbidden land, everyone immediately becomes a great enemy of life and death, even if they are fellow disciples and brothers, they will become unbelievable.

Zhang Fan was in the middle and back of the queue, with the disciples of the Giant Sword Sect in front and the people from the Knife Dock in the back.

The passage is not long, the distance of about 20 zhang is flashing.

As soon as Zhang Fan flew out of the dark passage, before he could see the situation in front of him clearly, he felt that the sky was spinning, and as soon as there was a flower in front of him, the person disappeared from the passage without a trace.