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For a moment, the captain felt that the magic weapon in his hand did not belong to him!

It felt dangerous, and it made him lose contact with the magic weapon in an instant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Suddenly, the captain was sweating profusely, and hurriedly hugged the magic weapon in his hand, his eyes dripping and looking around, and his courage was almost frightened.

The cold wind was howling around, the snow was flying, and the team members were busy everywhere, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Feel it with your heart, the magic weapon is still your own.

Was it just a delusion?

A monk who has reached the realm of illusion is basically impossible to have illusions anymore, and the feeling just now is so real, as if this treasure is about to leave him at any time, and that feeling is unforgettable.

You know, this is the natal magic weapon that he has cultivated with his painstaking efforts, how can this happen?

The captain didn't know why, but he instinctively felt that he couldn't stay here for long.

"No, there is definitely a problem here, if my treasure is lost, there is no need to talk about breaking through the South Heavenly Gate, and there is no need to go to Tianxian Mountain, it is better to leave early." ”

With palpitations, he looked at the small basin in his hand, which contained two night pearls.

One of them was his seed, and the other was a small pot.

The other Night Pearl is exactly the same as that kind of sub, there is no truth or falsehood, and the captain himself can't tell which one he put in at the beginning.

This small pot is very weird, and I don't know what grade of magic weapon it is, as long as you put some treasures in it, it will gradually increase, as if copying.

Of course, the more senior the baby. The longer this replication will take.

This is the reason why he dares to break through the South Heavenly Gate, and when he accumulates, there will be a day when he will make up enough points, so he is full of confidence in going to Tianxian Mountain.

Putting away the Night Pearl, he took out another low-grade magic weapon, and put a short sword in the small basin.

Gradually, the phantom of another short sword began to appear in the small basin.

In about ten days, another sword will appear in the small basin, and one of his inferior magic weapons will become two.

Satisfied, he put away the small basin, and the captain had the heart to leave immediately. But after all, we have just reached the iceberg. The players were tired and wanted to rest here for a while, and he didn't want to leave immediately.

"Let's stay one night and leave early tomorrow morning. This place is a bit of a cult. ”

After making up your mind. The captain beckoned the team to assemble. Start setting up your tent and preparing for camp.

The night passed peacefully, and the next morning went. The captain took the team members on the road and left the iceberg in a hurry.

After they passed, there were still a few squads that had camped on the iceberg, and when all the squads had left, there were some sporadic lone wanderers, all of whom had been broken up.

These people did not dare to appear in front of the team, lest they become the target of those squads, so they could only move quietly like rats in a place where no one was.

Ten days later, even the scattered Lone Wanderers were gone.

The entire monk who entered the Nantian Gate had basically walked through this area.

Fifteen days passed, and only one lone wanderer with very poor strength passed by.

Twenty days passed, and no one appeared on this iceberg again, only the howling cold wind, and the aimless, wandering Ice Demon Scorpion.

A month passed, and the roaming Ice Scorpions probably noticed that there was no life here, and the food-chasing animals began to flee in droves into the depths of the Misty Ring.

At this time, there was a dead silence on the iceberg, and there was no sign of life in the entire distance of the fog ring.

Since a month ago, the aura here has gradually become richer, after all, if there are monks, those aura will often be absorbed and cultivated by them, and the aura in the Nantian Gate is thin, and under the cultivation of countless monks, it is impossible to be rich at all.

Now that there are no monks or demon beasts, there is no consumption, and the aura is naturally abundant, this iceberg is located in the middle of the road, the terrain is higher, and the aura is the strongest.

Clusters of aura slowly moved towards the iceberg, as if someone was cultivating in the iceberg.

There are indeed people who are cultivating, and Ding Ning is cultivating.

Since sitting on the iceberg to stabilize the realm, Ding Ning has a thought in his heart.

If you follow the advance of the large army, although your strength is strong, after all, you are alone, and it is easy to be attacked.

You have to be busy fighting every day, and you don't have time to cultivate at all, so the gains will probably outweigh the losses.

Therefore, it is better to stay at the iceberg, concentrate on cultivation, and wait until everyone is gone, the aura here will naturally become rich, and cultivate here for a while, if you can break through again, then what awaits you will be a smooth road.

If you want to do it, Ding Ning simply retreats on the iceberg and cultivates quietly.

The next day, Ding Ning felt a very remarkable treasure passing by him.

He didn't know what kind of treasure it was, but he had an urge to keep it for himself.

After several struggles, Ding Ning forcibly suppressed the urge to snatch the baby, since he had made up his mind to cultivate, it was better not to give up halfway, otherwise even if he grabbed the baby, I am afraid that there will be no peace in the future.

The days after that were relatively better, with the departure of the monks, there were fewer and fewer people here, the aura became more and more abundant, and Ding Ning's cultivation progress became faster and faster.

On the third day, Ding Ning had completely stabilized the realm, and by the time a month had passed, with the abundant spiritual energy replenishment here, Ding Ning had already made a big step forward on the road of refining the first layer of void, and it was not far from the middle stage of refining the void.

Once he enters the middle stage of refining the void, Ding Ning will usher in the second Little Heavenly Tribulation.

He knew that many people had chosen to spend the tribulation in the South Heavenly Gate, but there would definitely be no one who would be able to survive the second small tribulation and become a master in the middle stage of refining the void.

If he can break through to the middle stage of refining in one go, then I believe that there will be no more opponents in this Nantian Gate.

Although it was worth the delay, it was worth it, after all, the Misty Ring was just the beginning, and the next few rings were the real test of the monk's strength.

With the increase in danger in the latter rings. Only those monks would remember the importance of strength, but with a large number of people, it was almost a luxury to want to cultivate with peace of mind.

Therefore, Ding Ning pressed his mind and didn't think about other things, which was to cultivate wholeheartedly.

The aura became more and more intense, and the Great Zhou Tian in Ding Ning's body was circulating almost all the time.

Forty days have passed, and Ding Ning has not left the customs.

Fifty days have passed, and Ding Ning is still cultivating.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three months have passed since Ding Ning's retreat.

Ding Ning didn't know. during this time. The gap opened again in the South Heaven Gate.

The stronger team has broken through the Fog Ring and entered the Wind Ring.

And most of them have reached the end of the fog ring at this time. There's a caravanserai there. Exclusively for people to redeem points and rest.

Where a lot of people gathered. Or redeem points, or trade items.

And the Antarctic inland side has also come up with a new thing, that is, the ranking of points.

Each team has its own unique number. That number plate is actually a magic weapon, which can be used to check your team's points.

If a team is an individual, there are ten points of light, and as long as the points of light are still on, it proves that the person is still alive.

Once a person dies, the point of light will dim, and there will be a total number of points behind the team.

Now there are more than 1,000 squads in Nantianmen, most of which have obtained more than 2,000 points, as long as the total score reaches 10,000, and then after reaching the end of the last ring of Nantianmen, this team can leave Nantianmen.

Of course, there are also many squads that have completely darkened, proving that all the people in this team have died.

At the end of the fog ring, inside the post station, which covers an area of thousands of square meters, many people are resting.

No matter which direction you go from when you enter the Nantian Gate, you will eventually reach this post station, so some people from the Middle Earth Dao Gate converge here.

Kunlun Sect Leader Qingyangzi was checking the information of the points at this time.

There are ten people in the Kunlun faction, and there are still ten people at this time, and their points have also reached one thousand two, which is relatively high.

But at this moment, Qingyangzi is not concerned about the points of his own team, he is looking for Ding Ning's team.

"What is the number of Ding Ning's squad?" he asked one of his subordinates.

"Boss, Ding Ning's team is 639, and we have already found out. ”

Qingyangzi nodded, and began to check the team number, looking for Ding Ning's team one by one.

Top hundred, no 639.

The top 300, still nothing.

"Hmph, Poor Dao knows that his team has absolutely no strength, and the top three hundred have not entered. ”

"Yes, master, we also killed several people from the 639 squad, one less person, one less strength for Ding Ning's team. ”

The people next to him also followed, but found less than 500 people, and did not find 639.

A smile appeared on Qingyangzi's face: "Hehe, five hundred people haven't entered, it seems that Ding Ning and they are nothing remarkable, it is estimated that even if we don't chase him, he will have no way to leave Nantianmen, here is survival of the fittest, such a low-strength team will definitely not reach Tianxian Mountain." ”

The news of the Middle Earth Daomen's pursuit of Ding Ning has long been released, and many people have accepted the employment of the Middle Earth Daomen, but except for Mo Luo's team that had encountered Ding Ning, no one else has found Ding Ning's shadow.

Moreover, the Middle Earth Dao Gate did not find Mo Luo later, so now I don't know where Ding Ning is.

They didn't know that Moro had become a loner, and they didn't dare to appear in front of people at all, and they had nowhere to look.

Seven hundred, eight hundred.

I found a thousand people, but I still didn't see the situation of 639 where Ding Ning was.

"Could it be that Ding Ning is dead? Is there no one left in the 639 squad? But when we killed the people of the 639 squad, we obviously didn't see Ding Ning, they said that Ding Ning had been separated from them!"

Qingyangzi was a little puzzled, what is the situation?

In the end, it was a Kunlun disciple who had an idea, looked for it from the back to the front, and quickly found the location of 639 after removing those teams that had completely disappeared.

"Boss, here!639 ranks one thousand three hundred and fifty-two, nine of the team members are dead, and one is still alive. (To be continued......)