As time passed, more and more monks gathered in front of the light curtain. As the number of monks increased, so did the distance between the monks. A cautious monk unleashed a defensive spell.

As soon as someone took the lead, the monks in the vicinity followed suit. In a few moments, a colorful dragon lit up in front of the light curtain.

Looking at the current wonder, Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but secretly shake his head, looking at the scene here, it is not difficult to imagine that on the other side of the light curtain, I am afraid it is the same scene.

If the light curtain disappears in an instant, it will probably be a terrible scuffle. In this kind of melee of tens of thousands of people, even the foundation building monks may fall!

Xiao Ziyang was not the only one with this insight, many monks left the long dragon one after another and fled to the rear.

Xiao Ziyang took out the communication charm and warned Murong Ling not to approach within a hundred miles of the separation light curtain, so as not to be drawn into the melee.

Time passed slowly in the restlessness of the monks.

There were more and more monks who discovered the danger of the melee, and as everyone warned each other, the long line in front of the light curtain slowly dispersed.

This also made Xiao Ziyang breathe a sigh of relief. This kind of melee of thousands of people, it depends on luck to survive, and Xiao Ziyang is absolutely unwilling to get involved. But if there were too many dead and wounded monks in the melee, it would undoubtedly greatly increase the difficulty of Xiao Ziyang's hunting.

Xiao Ziyang would rather not have enough to exchange for the black card of Tsukidan, rather than kill the monks of the six major factions to seize the black card. That really broke his moral bottom line.

As the monks dispersed, a hundred-mile-wide unmanned belt appeared in front of the light curtain, which also surprised Xiao Ziyang.

Silently counting the time. The light curtain in front of him dissipated in the countdown in Xiao Ziyang's heart.

At the same time as the light curtain dissipated, Xiao Ziyang put away the double-headed invisible sword, stuck to the light curtain above his head, and fled towards the north.

At the same time, Xiao Ziyang's eyes turned a strange purple, observing ahead, so as not to collide head-on with the grassland monk who had the same idea as him.

Looking at the faint light in the distance, flying in the opposite direction to him. Xiao Ziyang couldn't help but be curious about the origin of his Taoist book "Purple Jade Smoke" again.

These grassland monks who dared to hunt behind the Xiliang monks must have the same confidence in their own stealth method as Xiao Ziyang and Murong Ling. But in Xiao Ziyang's spiritual eyes that used the Qi Gaze Technique, there was nothing to hide. The spells contained in this "Purple Jade Smoke" Taoist book are all good. Even the most inconspicuous of them all, the Qi Seeking, was so domineering.

There is also a hundred-mile-wide unmanned belt on the opposite side of the light curtain. Beyond this no-man's land, the density of monks in front of them increased dramatically. It's not a good place to sneak up on the hunt.

Xiao Ziyang continued to move forward, and flew forward for a hundred miles, and the grassland monks began to become sparse.

Soon, Xiao Ziyang set his sights on a lone grassland monk. This is a young monk in his early twenties, with a slightly immature baby face, wearing a third-level earth shield on his body, and he is stepping on a medium-grade spirit boat magic weapon, slowly flying forward. He had three points of caution, three points of fanaticism, three points of anticipation, and even a look of curiosity on his face.

In Xiao Ziyang's spiritual eyes, this person's cultivation and even spiritual root qualifications are clear. This grassland monk has a four-grade fire spirit root, which is an earth spirit root with dual attributes of wood and fire. The qualifications are excellent, and the age of his early twenties, and his cultivation of practicing qi and purifying the marrow all show that this person is very diligent in his cultivation.

The cultivation of Qi and Purifying the Essence is naturally nothing in this blood-colored wasteland where there are many masters, but I don't know if he has any good magic weapons around him? Xiao Ziyang stared at the grassland monk below who was unaware of his tracking and peeping, and thought silently in his heart.

At such a close distance, even if he had some superb magic weapon in his storage bag, if Xiao Ziyang released the Yimu Light Splitting Sword to sneak attack him at this time, he would be able to solve him with a single face, and he wouldn't even have a chance to take out the magic weapon from the storage bag.

Xiao Ziyang muttered: "I don't know who is a junior, the milk has not been broken, and he dares to come to the bloody wasteland." As he spoke, he reached for the storage bag around his waist.

But Xiao Ziyang hesitated for a while, but still didn't make a move, and he found that he couldn't do it. Xiao Ziyang killed the horse thief, killed the evil cultivator with blood on his hands, and he always raised the knife with his hands and did not hesitate. But let him shoot at a young man who has no grievances and no evil deeds, which also breaks his moral bottom line.

In the end, Xiao Ziyang let the boy go.

Until breakfast the next day, Xiao Ziyang was still wandering around empty-handed. Most of these monks who shrank behind and didn't dare to step forward were monks who were not highly cultivated and their magic weapons were not sharp. Xiao Ziyang wandered all night and met no less than twenty or thirty people. But not once was he able to convince himself to make a move.

Xiao Ziyang wandered aimlessly, like a ghost. He really didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a bloody breath attracted him, and following the smell, he found a corpse in a mess of rocks, a female corpse broken in two. She wore a very steppe costume with pigtails on her head. When she was alive, she should have been a very pretty prairie girl. But now she was beheaded by the waist, her upper body was lying down, and the lower half was lying on her stomach, and the two bodies were separated by a distance of three or four feet, and the middle was full of scattered internal organs and spilled blood.

Xiao Ziyang suddenly coughed, like a big stone, and suddenly pressed against his chest, making him extremely uncomfortable. A wave of anger churned in his chest.

What's wrong with you, what the hell are you here for, killing people who have no resistance in front of you? Just for a ridiculous Tsukidan? What's the difference between this and a dog that bites each other for a bone.

But anger, resentment, after a long time, turned into deep sadness and deep helplessness.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the corpse on the ground in a daze, and after half a sound, he suddenly turned around and fled to the south.

Flying in mid-air, looking at the life-and-death struggle that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland below. As he gradually calmed down, he suddenly showed a wry smile.

Before entering the Scarlet Wasteland, he had heard countless times how cruel it was, and he didn't care about it, always thinking that survival of the fittest was the law of nature.

But when he saw the innumerable monks, killing each other like beasts in the Colosseum, and when countless corpses, bleeding and steaming, pounced before his eyes, he was shocked and angry.

But what can be done with anger? For a low-level monk like him, this situation is the true face of the legendary and free immortal cultivation world!

He is too weak, let alone change, even if he wants to get rid of all this, it is impossible. Unless he abandons his ideals. But he couldn't.

So, although he resented himself for being thrown into the arena like a fighting beast. But he couldn't help but be a fighting beast.

"What's the point of killing those stinky dolls, only the blood of those masters can be worthy of my Xiao someone's spirit sword!" Xiao Ziyang muttered to himself, as if comforting and enlightening himself.