Early in the morning of the second day, the monks who had passed the selection came to the Black Rock Square to wait for the arrival of the guards. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Cun stood at the back of the crowd at this time, constantly looking at the monks in front of him.

Nearly eighty monks were selected yesterday, and one-third of the monks were eliminated, and the ten teams needed a total of fifty-three people, so the remaining twenty-seven people needed to stay in the stronghold, and they were evenly distributed among each team, which was less than two people, and the self-owned team needed twenty-three, but there were twenty-seven monks who passed through the one-name ring, so four monks would be arranged in the stronghold as supplementary personnel.

As for how many people will be left in the stronghold, Fang Cun doesn't know at the moment, but he knows that he definitely can't stay in the stronghold as a supplementary personnel.

As for the reason, it's very simple, he doesn't pressure himself with many skills, he wants to fight for reward points in exchange for the items he needs.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, a group of ten people walked out of the demon hall, and these ten people were the ten monks who guarded yesterday.

I saw these ten monks, each walked to ten positions and stood up, and then began to greet the monks who had successfully beaten, and after the assembly, these ten monks led their respective teams, leaving the Imperial Demon City for a hundred years, and took a flying magic weapon to the first line of heaven hundreds of miles away.

Since it was impossible to fly within a radius of a hundred miles from a line of heaven, when the flying magic weapon approached a hundred miles from a line of heaven, everyone got off the flying boat and then began to trek on foot.

"You have to get to the first line before it gets dark, so you'd better be quick. Dao Thirty-Nine walked ahead and said unhurriedly.

When everyone heard this, they all urged the spiritual power in their bodies, and with the blessing of spiritual power, everyone's speed of progress was obviously several times faster, and they rushed to the first line of heaven at a gallop.

Several other teams also lit up with various colors of aura as if they were tacitly understanding, and one by one the figures galloped away.

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When the sun set on the western mountain, the ten teams arrived in turn in front of a black stone house ten miles away from the sky, and in front of the black stone house stood ten Jindan period monks.

The eyes of the monks were not on the black stone house in front of them and the monks of the Jindan period, but at the black curtain that was intertwined by the cracks in the space not far ahead.

The records in the jade slips were far less shocking than what they saw with their own eyes, looking at the dense black veins in the distance, feeling the chaotic and violent spiritual power in the air, and the monks who saw the first line of heaven secretly spoke.

Most of them were seeing a ray of heaven for the first time, more precisely, for the first time seeing a spatial rift, that kind of violent spatial power, that kind of terrifying fluctuations, which directly made some monks pale.

Fang Cun was really stunned by the scene in front of him at this time, looking up and looking up, he couldn't see the end of the black curtain, and on the ground, there were constantly spatial cracks that were repaired by themselves, so that the ground was torn out one after another cracks of a few zhang in size.

"Okay, there will be time to watch slowly in the future!" An old voice sounded, and the figure of Dugu Old Ancestor appeared out of thin air in front of the ten Jindan stage monks, and the deep voice made these monks come back to their senses.

When they saw the ten Jindan monks packing their luggage for this old man, everyone naturally guessed something, and immediately fell to the ground, chanting the word 'Old Ancestor' in unison.

Dugu Laozi glanced at everyone, nodded slightly, and the old voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"Now, the righteous path of my Nanling extreme west is facing the biggest crisis in tens of thousands of years, demon cultivation, barbarian cultivation, and demon cultivation have coveted my five major sects for a long time, and now they are even more menacing, vowing to destroy our righteous path lineage, but how can our five major sects be afraid of these native chickens and dogs?!"

"No, kill them!"

"Kill the smashers!"

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When the monks heard this, their eyes turned red, and they roared angrily.

"Very good, you will be fighting on the front line of resisting demon cultivators in the next three years, and you will definitely have a fight with demon cultivators, you will fight to the death, I am a Yuan Infant Monk, but I can't guarantee the safety of each of you, but I can guarantee that you will all be heroes of your respective sects in the future, and you will all be heroes in the extreme west of Nanling, and your deeds will be passed down and inspire generations of monks to continue to struggle. ”

Dugu Old Ancestor's voice was flat, but it aroused the blood in the hearts of every monk, and even Fang Cun, who had always been calm, listened to the blood boiling, and there was an urge to fight to the death with the demon cultivator.

After Dugu Old Ancestor said this, his figure turned around and disappeared, and the ten Jindan period monks saw this and walked towards the ten teams one after another.

Fang Cun stood at the back of the twenty-seven people, and saw a slender monk, with a white face and beard, but full of gorgeous hair, coming over and standing in front of the monks.

When the monks saw this person, they called out to Uncle Shi in uneven voices, and then they honestly stayed where they were, waiting for this person's instructions.

The figure looked at each one carefully, and this person's eyes were very calm, so calm that the heat in the hearts of the monks who came into contact with his eyes was suddenly extinguished, and they also became unwavering.

Fang Cun's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, this person could control the emotions of other monks with just one look, it was really terrifying.

"You, in the next three years, will be the monks of my own realm, here, I know to remind you, protect your own life, never try to fight alone!"

After speaking, the person stepped aside and looked at the first line of heaven, and no longer spoke.

Everyone looked at each other, originally thinking that this person would say some encouraging words like Dugu Ancestor, but who would have thought that it would be just a simple sentence to send everyone away.

This was beyond everyone's expectations, and Fang Cun looked at this person with a thoughtful look.

Dao Thirty-Nine walked up at this time and spoke: "Everyone, listen, next we will enter our own realm through the transfer formation in the black stone house behind us, because the power of transfer will have a certain impact on our sea of divine consciousness, so everyone must be careful about their minds, so as to alleviate some pain." ”

After saying this, under the guidance of Dao Thirty-Nine, the monks of the self-word team began to enter the black stone house, because the transfer formation can only teleport five people at a time, so it takes six moves to move all the monks into their own realm, and Fang Cun is the sixth group of monks who have been moved into their own realm.

Dao Thirty-Nine was right, the impact of the power of movement on the monk's body was far more violent than the power of teleportation, and after vomiting wildly for a long time, Fang Cun finally came to his senses and began to look at the scene in front of him.

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