This rule seems to imply that the disciples are fighting each other and fighting each other.

The best resources can only be obtained by snatching, whether it is exercises, spirit stones, spirit treasures, etc.

The sect will only provide the most basic, and at this time, Luo Tian found that there was a sword technique but no weapons, and he secretly said in his heart: "Is this for the disciples to take it by themselves?"

Fortunately, he had the spiritual treasures, force rulers and fixed beads brought out from the Chongyang Mountain Range.

In fact, Fan Offering has already recovered 99% of the treasures, who can know the most important treasure, the one that is hard to find is obtained by the Falling Heaven of the low-level spiritual root, if Fan Offering knows, he will definitely rush to the Killing Sect to kill people and seize the treasure.

He found that there was no library pavilion, spirit treasure pavilion, teaching room, canteen, nothing in the killing sect, but a completely new way.

Inside the No. 1 Tower, there are superb exercises, high-grade spiritual treasures, 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones and food, plus a powerful spiritual gathering function, all of which are the best.

It is a first-class pagoda.

Tower 2 is slightly worse, Tower 3 and Tower 4 and so on, and slowly the resources are getting less and less.

After the number one hundred pagoda, the room becomes a high-level exercise, a medium-grade spiritual treasure, a thousand medium-grade spiritual stones and food, and the overall decline is one level, and it is a second-level pagoda.

After the No. 1,000 Tower, it became a medium-grade martial arts, a low-grade spiritual treasure, and a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, and it was lowered to the third level.

All the way to the 10,000th Pagoda, and then there is the fourth-level pagoda, which only has low-level exercises and ten spirit stones and food.

After 50,000, there will be no rewards, and the biggest change is the speed of the pagoda's aura gathering, helping cultivators break through faster.

Four levels, the embodiment of different strengths, and Luotian is now in the last state, the penultimate position.

Each tower has a gatekeeper, just like Brother Yitai, who takes care of the pagoda and the treasures inside, only those who have the token are eligible to enjoy it, and they can't take it away, they can only use it in the tower, and they only recognize the token and don't recognize the person.

However, Luo Tian has just come in and has not robbed anyone, so naturally there is none, and one hundred and eight thousand one, even for newcomers, is not needed.

has completely understood the rules of the Killing Sect, Luo Tianchang let out a sigh, not knowing what to say, this is not teaching and educating people at all, but slowly learning by himself through actual combat accumulation.

With a serious face, he walked towards the Extinction Mountain Range, the thing of killing people and snatching treasures, he couldn't do it, he needed to plan it well and think about it.

Forced by the situation, Luotian is not a rigid person, if you want to become stronger, you must fight if you want to complete the ideas in your heart!

"I'm going to put an end to this cold world, and if there must be sacrifices along the way, I won't hesitate to do so. "The falling sky swears secretly.

This young man is slowly changing, from being in the world to competing for the world.

At night, the moonlight greets you, stretching the shadows so long, lonely, with a blazing heart.

Just as the sky was falling and heading to the Death Mountain Range, in the hall on the seventh floor of the Futu Hell Tower, there were three people in black robes standing in the center, surrounded by boundless darkness, only three fireballs, blazing, surrounding the three of them.

If you look closely, the fireball is not the level of the fireball technique, it is brighter and hotter, the aura around the fireball is burning, and the space is distorted, which is very terrifying.

But the three of them didn't feel it at all, it was like a candle.

With his head slightly lowered, he couldn't see the faces of the three people, hiding in the shadows.

"Do you know who set this up?" said one of the old voices.

"I naturally know, isn't it the old guy surnamed Hua, his subordinates are defeated, what will happen to his game?" said the other person lightly.

Listen carefully, it is the voice of Mo Wutian, plain and domineering, you will know it when you listen to it.

"You, I know that the legend was discovered by the old man Hua, if it was just him, he naturally didn't pay attention to it, but he found a big man to help, the tenth great elder of the Tiangang Sect, Qing Lao!" said in the old man's voice angrily.

"Hmph, what's the matter, we are no worse than him, the emperor is far away, and Qing Lao can still come to me in person to ask for it, hmph!" Mo Wutian also said with some anger.

The mouth is hard, and the heart is full of jealousy, for this great elder.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, my ears hurt, old devil, I don't think you will be rash, you must have seen something from that kid, right?" The last person was a woman, her voice was light and pleasant, ethereal and distant, and people couldn't help but feel calm.

There was a pause.

"That's right, the old immortal is secondary, the most important thing is that I feel from that kid, similar to the twin spirit roots, and now this low-level spirit root seems to be added later, his original spirit root..."Mo Wutian said slowly.

"So what? Twin Spiritual Roots have existed since ancient times, but their achievements are very low, and the burden of spiritual energy is too great to reach a higher realm. The old man's voice interrupted Mo Wutian and denied.

"Listen to him, ruthless!" the woman said.

The man who is called ruthless seems to be afraid of women, and when he hears this, he is silent.

"You know the nature of my spiritual root, and when I saw him, my spiritual root was trembling, it is probably the best demon spirit root, you should understand his importance, right?" Mo Wutian slowly recounted his conjecture.

"Are you sure!?" "Is that true!?" the other two asked in unison, unable to hold their composure any longer.

Two shocking weather pressures surged towards Mo Wutian, and the black robe trembled without wind.

"Not sure, it's eighty percent, you still need to keep a low profile, I don't know what that lame man is planning, if this young man is the best demon spirit root, then can't the plan we have been planning for many years be implemented?" said with a flash of ambition in Mo Wutian's eyes.

After saying this, the two air pressures suddenly subsided, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"If there is something I have to do with no tears, you guide him well, and strive to stimulate the demon spirit root as soon as possible, no matter what type of spirit root it is, the power will definitely be through, but, hahaha, no, this matter is important, I will go to the Yuan Gangzong side and investigate it again." The old voice said.

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared in place.

"Take care!" "Be careful!" reminded the other two.

There are only two women and Mo Wutian left on the seventh floor of the entire Futu Hell Tower.

Just listened, the woman said in a slightly concerned tone, "Have you seen her?"

Mo Wutian nodded.

"Do you remember you? does she know her daughter's whereabouts?" asked the woman again.

With his hands spread out, he took a step forward in a fierce tone.

Mo Wutian shook his head, sighed, and said, "The ambition of the year has paid a heavy price after all. "He has a daughter, but he doesn't know who she is, where she is, and what her name is, it's really sad.

"More than ten years have passed, and I don't want to remember the events of that year, or I have forgotten them, alas. The woman said wistfully.

Countless sad stories are hidden in the endless darkness, unknown to no one, buried underground.

At the same time, the Butterfly Killing Sect, thousands of miles away, between the mountains and green waters, a pillar rose from the ground, thousands of miles high.

At the top of the stone pillar, a stone saucer sculpture of 10,000 zhang in size stands on it, fluttering its wings, and from a distance, it seems to be dancing in the clouds.

On the back of the stone dish is the sect of the butterfly killing faction, the houses are scattered, the green tiles and red walls, the Qionglou Yuyu, the grass and trees are lush, it is simply a big city.

At the head of the stone dish, it is also the most core place, there is a large hall, and the plaque reads the hall of ten thousand butterflies, the size of a hundred zhang, majestic and majestic, and there is nothing else in this hall.

In the main hall, there were a total of seven people, all with different expressions, including Fan De and his son, and an outsider.

The old man in the white robe and white beard, with a kind smile, was the village chief of Luoxing Village.

"Master, this time Xiao'er encountered the demon monk in the Earth Demon Sect, and was attacked by the enemy, the disciples of the fifteen sects fought hard, and finally died, only Xiao'er lasted until the last moment, and when I arrived, there were only eight people left, who had been arranged in the sect, and the rest were killed by the demon monks, the head of the sect was Mingjian!" Elder Fan De said sadly.

After speaking, he looked at the boss with tears in his eyes, and quietly kicked Fan Yue on his feet.

Comprehending in his heart, Fan Yue pretended to be very painful, and used his aura to force out a mouthful of reverse blood and spurted out.

This is a bloody act, of course Fan De and his son, who know the inside story, will not say it, and the head of the flower village is naturally happy to see it, if you investigate carefully, it will be troublesome to find out any clues.

The other three unsuspecting people, mainly the head of the house, turned their heads to look at the person sitting on the most honorable throne.

The person on the seat was a middle-aged man with a jade tree Lingfeng, thirty or forty years old, gentle and elegant, with a hint of femininity in his smile, and a face as beautiful as butterfly wings.

Dressed in a green cloud butterfly robe, the robe is embroidered with silk threads with green cloud flower butterflies, the elegant white clouds are dancing with charming flower butterflies, the combination of simplicity and brightness, stepping on black cloth shoes, simple cloth shoes.

Even so, no one dared to underestimate this man who was the head of a second-class sect.

Holding a jade bamboo slip in his hand, supporting his head with his left hand, lying crookedly on a wide seat, squinting slightly, and his long eyelashes are provocative.

He is not asleep, but he is thinking, and every time he thinks he must lie down.

Long.

"Hmm... Fan Feng is conscientious and takes care of his injuries, Elder Fan De will accompany him, as for Hua Lao's request, the Butterfly Killing Sect will help, I hope Hua Lao will not break his promise to me. The head of the Butterfly Killing Sect said lightly.

The eyes were full of brilliance, seemingly casual, but in fact, they were observed no less than a hundred times in each of them.

"Yes! Thank you, Master! Vander retired. "Thank you, master!" Fan Yue knelt on the ground and kowtowed, Elder Fan De bowed slightly, and then helped Fan Yue out of the hall and left.

However, as he was leaving, Elder Vander glanced at Village Chief Hua deeply, as if he had known each other for a long time.

The eyes intertwined, and in a flash, the head of the flower village made a gesture and watched the two leave.

Seeing that the two of them were leaving, facing the head of the sect, he said lightly: "The head of the butterfly killing faction, you have to think well, if you do what you can, you either don't fight, you have to fight, you can win and enter the first-class sect, and it's hard to say if you lose..."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to speak, he turned around and walked out of the hall slowly, and the other elders saw that he was so rude, and wanted to rush up and leave the flower village chief.

Blocked by a wave of his hand, the sect master smiled, showed his dimples, and said to the empty hall door: "Haha, there are still more than ten years, enough, the original first-class sect of the Butterfly Killing Sect should come back." ”

The voice floated out of the hall and into the ears of the village chief.

Fan De and his son, who returned to their residence, finally breathed a sigh of relief, Elder Fan De waved his arm, set up a soundproof array around him, and looked at Fan Yue with a serious face.