Xiao Ziyang flew all the way to the southeast, but it was not smooth.

At this time, the blood-colored wasteland has entered the melee stage, and the southern wasteland that originally belonged to the rear of the Xiliang monks could be seen everywhere at this time, and those Xiliang monks who were shrinking in the rear were jumping one by one, and the corpses were killed all over the field.

At the beginning, Xiao Ziyang hurried with the Yimu Light Splitting Sword, and was intercepted by the grassland monks several times, and was able to get rid of it by relying on the invisible escape method.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Xiao Ziyang arrived at the place where the two had made a date.

Xiao Ziyang used the Qi Hope Technique to the extreme, and carefully scanned the four directions, and an extremely faint figure appeared not far ahead.

It is worthy of being the best stealth magic weapon, if he hadn't known the Dao in advance, he might have inadvertently ignored this extremely faint shadow.

Xiao Ziyang saw that there was no one else around, so he accepted the stealth spell.

Murong Ling, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, saw Xiao Ziyang who suddenly appeared, and also accepted the invisibility spell, and said, "Brother Xiao, why are you only here now, I have been waiting for you for most of the day." ”

Xiao Ziyang said: "There is no way, there are more and more grassland monks along the way, I can only use the invisible escape method to hurry, and the speed is slow." After speaking, Xiao Ziyang threw Wang Biling's storage bag to Murong Ling.

After Murong Ling investigated, he sighed: "Oh my God! More than a hundred black cards! This is more than a hundred lives! Why are there so many red signs?"

"Do you still need to ask, they don't even let you go, the junior sister of the same sect, not to mention the other sects in the six major sects of Xiliang. ”

Murong Ling was silent for a while, sighed and asked, "Brother Xiao, are we too weak to fit this cruel immortal cultivation realm?"

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly: "In this world, rotten good people don't live long, but being a bastard with no bottom line doesn't necessarily mean that they can live longer." Those who have never dared to kill others from behind their backs are the real soft eggs. ”

Murong Ling thought for a moment and said with a smile: "You're right, a rotten good person who has no scheming will definitely not be able to adapt to this cruel immortal cultivation world, but if you always think about the wicked person who harms people, there will always be a time when you kick the iron plate." ”

Xiao Ziyang nodded and said, "Don't be emotional, we will add five of the things in this storage bag and divide them equally!"

Murong Ling shook his head and said, "Then what's the matter, not only did you save me, but you also took this storage bag, it is said that not only can I not take the things in it, but I should also thank you well." But ......," she said, pulling out thirty black cards from her bag. "I'm not polite to you, these three Tsukidans should be enough for me to build a foundation!"

After speaking, she threw the storage bag back to Xiao Ziyang.

Xiao Ziyang took the storage bag and didn't say much. On the one hand, the function of Tsukidan is to improve the monk's physique, on the other hand, to purify the monk's mana, and to promote the monk's mana to condense into true yuan when building the foundation. When a monk takes a Tsukidan, even if he fails to build a foundation, his improved physique and pure mana will not change back. Therefore, when the monk takes Tsuki-dan continuously, the chance of building a foundation is constantly increasing.

With Murong Ling's spiritual root qualifications, with three foundation building pills, her chance of building a foundation should be more than eighty percent.

After the two finished sharing the spoils, they discussed the countermeasures to deal with Wang Ziling after they left.

After that, at Xiao Ziyang's suggestion, the two of them lurked invisibly in the sky, under the blood-colored dome, quietly waiting for the end of this bloody trial.

As time passed, a bloody aura gradually permeated the entire wasteland. The wasteland, which had drunk enough blood, gradually calmed down. Countless weak people have become sacrifices in this trial. And the strong, after getting enough life cards, have also lurked.

......

Thirty days finally passed, and when the sea and the sons intersected, under the blood-colored firmament, in the dark night, countless rays of teleportation light shone like fireworks in all corners of the blood-colored wasteland.

After a slight dizziness caused by teleportation, Xiao Ziyang and Murong Ling appeared outside the Scarlet Wasteland on the teleportation array that had sent them in that day.

Xiao Ziyang shook his head and looked around. On the huge teleportation array, the remnants of the monks were sparsely packed, and they were not even one-tenth of the number of people who entered that day.

Xiao Ziyang shook his head, sighed, left the teleportation array, and flew towards the Great Luo Demon Ship that had already taken off.

At that time, nearly 3,000 monks crowded the huge ship, and now there are less than 300 monks, scattered on the ship.

Most of the monks chose to entrench themselves in the farthest corners from the others, and there was a dangerous atmosphere of extreme distrust between people.

Xiao Ziyang inspected for a moment and found Murong Ling sitting in the stern of the boat, but she shook her head at herself.

Xiao Ziyang understood that she was asking herself not to get too close to him, so as not to be seen by Wang Biling's accomplices and become suspicious.

Not far from Murong Ling, six monks gathered together and stared at Murong Ling fiercely. It is Wang Biling's accomplice. Of the eleven people that day, only six remain.

Although it is now out of the bloody wasteland, and there are more Jindan monks here, it should be very safe, but Xiao Ziyang is still not at ease. He sat down cross-legged not far from Murong Ling.

After a stick of incense, all the surviving monks ascended to the magic weapons or magic weapons of their respective sects. Xiao Ziyang only felt that the ship under his feet shook slightly, and a light curtain would rise on the ship.

A moment later, the giant ship turned into a streamer of light, suddenly disappeared in place, and sped away in the direction of Daluo Mountain.

The ship was silent, and everyone seemed to be breathing very lightly.

A familiar cough sounded softly, but many of the monks trembled as if they had heard a thunderclap. Seeing this, the real person on the top of the ship sighed slightly.

After a month on the brink of killing and death, the monks' nerves were too tense.

All the monks looked up at the real person.

The real person cleared his throat and said, "After returning to the mountain gate, you can bring the black card to the Qingluo Mountain Baodan Hall to receive the Tsukidan." You don't have to worry about being known how many Tsukidans you have got, Tsukidans are not issued by people, a thousand Tsukidans are placed in a large hall with no people, and each pill is protected by a magic circle. All you have to do is insert ten black cards into the corresponding position of the circle and it will be lifted. Only one person can go in at a time to receive the pill. As for how to embed the black cards in the formation, you will know when the time comes. ”

After saying that, Yichen turned around and went back to the cabin. Once again, there was a suffocating silence on the ship.

Xiao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, there were too many black cards on him, even if Murong Ling took thirty, the total number of black cards on his body was still as high as one hundred and seven. Hearing a real person say this, he fell into a heart disease.