A cry came from the darkness: Live!

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The wind rises at dawn and the waning moon will set.

The afterglow of the waning moon slowly caresses the empty and godless eyes, and gently pulls open the canvas of a scene:

The mirror dissolves into a thin mist of blood, and a black flag looms in it.

The Dantian Jade Mansion was shattered, the Seven Star Divine Disk was burned into a piece of black scorched earth, and the Seven Star Fetuses were buried deep in the scorched earth.

The primordial stone was full of holes, and there were black flames floating in the holes like ghost fires, and from time to time lightning sparks appeared, and one of the vertices was buried in the black scorched earth.

The sword of the god of punishment was broken like a flocculent, and it was connected by a trace of white light, and the white light penetrated through the tip of the sword to the black scorched earth.

The Open Heaven Demon Sword shattered like a shuttle, like a beam of blood-colored fork-like lightning with countless branches and uneven branches, and the tip of the sword condensed into a spiral of blood, plunging straight into the black scorched earth.

A hint of the undead connects them together, forming a faint source of life that dominates a walking corpse that roams the dark world.

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The sky was bright, and the golden morning sun illuminated the small black grass shed, exposing the dark wooden bed that exuded the ghostly spirit of the forest to the light, and then using the warm sunlight to wake up the people lying flat on the bed.

The man seemed to feel the warmth, his body moved slightly, and his hands slowly left the wooden bed, appearing in the golden sunlight.

It was a pair of rotten and moth-eaten hands, and the white bones of the palms were faintly visible, reflecting a strange dim blue light. The blue light, which was sealed in the darkness, slowly emitted some kind of powerful life breath when it began to absorb the light of the sun.

Subsequently, the rotting polyps attached to the phalanges and metacarpal bones slowly condensed into irregular hard flesh grains, making the hands faintly look like dragon claws.

Starting from his hands, the man seemed to be continuously supported by the life force, and began to breathe the fresh morning air with strength. An endless stream of life force roams through the stiff body, dispelling the ghostly energy that clings to the body. It was as if it was forcibly ending the last dark road, and it was hard to bring that person back to the new world of light.

Only the eerie ghostly aura that lingered in the tears in the corners of the eyes for a long time, nostalgic for the lost darkness, and the hatred of the light reflected in those empty and godless eyes.

When the last ghost dissipated, the eyes gradually moistened, and new tears washed over the old tears, and the new tears and old traces repeatedly condensed the most heart-wrenching silent sorrow.

The man closed his eyes slightly, propped himself up on the wooden bed with his terrible hands, wrapped his hands in black bark, and wiped away his tears with his dirty sleeves. Then, reach for the pillow.

It was a square pillow shaped like a back, and it seemed to be made of gray stone powder. The two black harnesses extending from one side are like snake cores attached to the pillow, monitoring the person's every move at all times.

The man skillfully carried the pillow, inserted a small black rod that seemed to be charred into his waist at will, and hung a small black ding beside him before getting off the wooden bed. Leaning over and taking out a gourd-shaped grass from under the bed, he lifted it in his left hand, and when he gently pushed open the gate of the grass shed with his right hand, his eyes suddenly opened, and he calmly looked at the world in front of him.

After a slight pause, the man quickly walked out of the grass hut, closed the door, and quickly passed through the alley of more than a thousand grass huts, appeared on a road leading to the mountain, and silently melted into the crowd of people entering the mountain.

Mixed in the crowd, he is like a drop in the ocean, a mulberry field.

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Flame Mountain, a cascading cone-shaped mountain range, occupies a radius of three hundred miles, the bare mountain is densely covered with rocks, the spiritual energy is almost non-existent, and the air is very thin. In the middle of the cone spewed a thick dark red flame, sloping westward, never extinguished on a sunny day or in a storm.

Within a radius of 300 zhang covered by flames, a steady stream of burning flying insects is produced, which is called "flame insects". At noon on every sunny day, the Flame Bug leaves the breeding ground and moves out of the mountains. But as long as it completely flies away from the Flame Mountains, it will turn into a little firefly light.

The Flame Worm is the lowest-level spiritual material in the cultivation realm, and its only medicinal value is that it can be used as supplementary food for infants under the age of one. It was a completely negligible spiritual material for the monks, but it was one of the sources of livelihood for the hundreds of thousands of ordinary families who depended on the Flaming Mountains.

Whenever it is sunny, every household goes out to the mountains early to catch flame insects.

Due to the distance and physical strength of ordinary people, the range of mountains that can be safely moved is only about five miles in the outermost circle. Crossing the range of five miles is already a big adventure for ordinary people.

So, it's very important to be early.

Those who come early have the opportunity to occupy a better terrain, build turquoise insect nets, and wait for the strongest sunshine to arrive at noon. Those who come late, if they are not ruthless, will have to take a detour to go far away, or go directly to the depths of the mountains to explore.

Often, ordinary people would rather try their luck on the periphery than go a step further.

Therefore, as long as you enter the five miles of the mountain, you will hardly touch people. The people who appear here are often young and strong people who travel together. For ordinary people who walk alone, these people, who are also human races, are the most dangerous existences.

The man with the gray pillow on his back was obviously much bolder than the average person. After slowly breaking away from the crowd, he walked into the mountains, and only after about ten miles did he slow down and began to look for the terrain where the net would be formed.

The bare mountains, with only cascading mountains and dense rocks to use as shelter, are barely arranged in a few simple ways.

As the man searched, he pulled out a turquoise net from the grass and wrapped it around his right arm in a skillful and orderly manner.

As he walked past an arched rock, a fiery red glow appeared in the corner of his left eye. In an instant, his right arm shook, shaking the green net to the left side, and his right hand quickly pulled out the black staff on his waist.

But what he never expected was that the attack came from the right. His reaction speed completely kept up with the attack speed of the unknown object, but his retraction of the net and the stabbing of the black rod seemed to be extremely coherent, but in fact it was a full beat slower. It's like the speed of his movements can't keep up with the command response of his head, which creates his ten-torsion lag interval.

After a brief pause, the unknown attack had arrived. In the blink of an eye, a flame giant worm wrapped around his waist, and the giant worm's body quickly expanded, enveloping him in flame light. Then, the Flame Giant Worm writhed and sprang into the depths of the mountain range like a swift wind.

Even if they were people living at the foot of the Flame Mountain, no one knew what kind of monsters and demons were hidden in the Flame Mountain. Everyone only knows that the demon beasts in the mountains will not run out of the mountain range and harm everyone. As for those bizarre myths and legends, they are just after-dinner chatter.

The people who were swept away by the flame giant worm also didn't understand why such a monster appeared in the ten miles range that they often entered. Judging from his experience in entering the mountains, it is still relatively safe to go 50 miles deep into the mountains, and the distance between 5 and 10 miles should be very safe.

Unexpectedly, it still changed.

He was wrapped in the space of the flame worm's body, compressed and curled up in a ball, unable to resist at all. The cold coming from the body of the giant insect seems to have a mysterious anesthetic hallucinogenic and awakening magical effect, making him sometimes drowsy, sometimes awake abnormally. It made him feel as if he was going through some kind of strange test.

When you are awake, as long as you struggle a little harder, the tighter the body of the firefly contractes, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

When he is drowsy, he seems to be curled up in a sea of fire, allowing it to burn. However, he didn't feel any pain, but there was a faint undercurrent in the dantian, and he was trying to sense the burning fire. But invisibly blocked by a hard shell.

He woke up in a daze, unable to accurately judge the distance of the firefly, but after about half an hour, the speed of the firefly seemed to slow down. In this way, it is estimated that the speed of the fireworm has entered at least a hundred feet of the flames. At this time, a blazing sensation gradually came from the flame insect's body.

He gradually determined that he was within fifty feet of the flames, and a pair of godless eyes slowly brightened, revealing a death-like serenity.

There are always times when people miscalculate and have accidents.

In this regard, it seems that he has another perception of life, and his performance is beyond imagination.

After a while, he suddenly felt a light in front of him, and then he was instantly engulfed by a burst of fire. When he immediately fixed his eyes, he saw that the flame giant insect slowly left the flame platform where he was, swam to another flame platform about three feet away from the flame platform, and slowly melted into the flames.

When he saw the flame platform, he jerked to his feet. Unexpectedly, the man did not stand up, but received a heavy punch in the face, knocking him down on the flame platform. After a moment of dizziness, he sat up and looked at the flame platform again.

It was a flame platform made of countless burning heads. In the center of the flame platform sat an old man in a white robe, with crane hair and silver eyebrows, a face like a crown of jade, three strands of black silk long whiskers fluttering slightly, and his mouth seemed to have words.

After seeing the white-robed old man, the man's gaze never left, staring at the old man intently, for fear of missing something. In my mind, I was ignorant. He really couldn't have imagined that in such a barren wilderness mountain range, someone would actually arrange a flame magic array.

You must know that the area around the Flame Mountain Range where he is located is a large area that has nothing to do with the Terran Cultivation Realm. It's just that life is multiplying generation after generation of ordinary people. In the eyes of these ordinary people, the monks who can fly around in the sky are no different from the legendary immortals.

After about three moments, the white-robed old man slowly raised his hands to his chest, drawing a semicircle with his left hand upwards and his right hand drawing a semicircle downward, and new flames were generated on the trajectory of his hands. After a while, a circular circle of flames appeared on the old man's chest, slowly spun at an accelerated pace.

The white-robed old man freed his hands, and inexplicably added a green branch in his right hand, and clicked towards the flame circle at will.

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The white-robed old man's clicking movements were very random and unorganized. However, as he continued to click, green spots gradually formed in the circle of flames. Each green dot contains a trace of life force, and when countless green dots converge, a powerful green life source force is gradually formed, ready to erupt.

The Flame Circle became a confinement circle of green life source power, and the green life source force began to impact the imprisoned flame circle. Then, the edge of the flame ring ejected a ray of fire one after another. The strange rays of fire are like demonic tentacles, sniffing and searching for fresh blood between heaven and earth.

After a while, one of the countless firelight rays suddenly became thick and bright, instantly engulfing the nearby firelight rays, and then shuttled straight to another flame platform.

The man with the gray pillow on his back moved his gaze slightly, following the bright rays of firelight. There was also a living person sitting on the flame platform, and a ray of fire penetrated into his eyebrows, and his eyes began to burn. In a matter of moments, the entire skull was ignited, and the beam of fire connected to him became thicker and brighter.

Then, there were more and more rays of the same firelight, starting with the flame circle on the chest of the white-robed old man, and finally ending with countless flame platforms with living people. As the living person on the flame stand turns into a burning skeleton, the flame rays become thicker and brighter.

It was completely a bloodthirsty demonic tentacle, awakening the demon deity with the blood of the human essence absorbed.

The man with the gray pillow on his back had already understood something, and his eyes followed the rays of firelight, making sure that there were at least ten thousand flame platforms around him. The situation is exactly the same with the flame platform occupied by the strange flamelight rays.

Thinking that he would soon become the next, he couldn't help but look back at the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man still didn't mean to stop, but clicked faster and faster.

When countless green dots filled the flame circle, and the strange fire rays closely occupied the edge of the flame circle, a certain balance of power was slowly reached between the fire rays and the green dots. At the same time, the strength of both sides is still increasing rapidly.

Mysteriously, the direction of the forces of both sides began to flip. The life force of the green dot, which had been expanding outward, began to shrink and condense. The flame circle that was originally imprisoned and sealed was pulled by the firelight rays, and the power began to spread outward.

The two forces are gradually in a situation of life-and-death competition.

After lasting for an hour, as the two powers increased infinitely, the inner ring of the flame circle was gradually torn apart close to the position of the fire ray. Then, the flame circle began to grow at a uniform speed, and the part that broke away from the inner part of the flame circle gradually solidified, condensing into a round green cake.

At this time, the white-robed old man's right hand still did not stop, but the clicking speed slowed down indefinitely. It wasn't until the round green pie was completely solidified that his right hand really stopped.

From the green dot to the green cake, the old man in the white robe never left his gaze. It seems that he doesn't care about the Circle of Flames and what is outside the Circle of Flames at all.

The white-robed old man's face was extremely solemn. After waiting patiently for half an hour, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed it in the air at will, and the space where the left hand was located seemed to have become a Sumeru space, accommodating a whole with a flame platform. When my left hand was slowly clenched, a living person and the flame platform where I was located turned into a ball of burning blood.

Then, the white-robed old man withdrew his left hand and smeared the burning blood from his left hand on the green cake. As soon as the burning blood touches the green cake, it is extinguished, and then turns into specks of blood that are scattered on the green cake. Suddenly, the green cake seemed to absorb a powerful force, rotated and shook slightly, and then stopped.

The white-robed old man's face changed slightly, and it was difficult to see whether he was happy or worried. I saw him stretch out his left hand again, repeating the previous action, and then repeating the next action. The whole process, the living flame platforms that were densely packed around him, were obviously something he had prepared for him to use at any time.

After about a hundred repetitions, the green cake inside the circle of flames finally spun, but at a very slow speed.

At this moment, a smile finally appeared on the white-robed old man's face, and his movements became even more frenzied, smearing clumps of burning blood onto the spinning green cake at a faster speed. With the continuous increase of power, the green cake spun faster and faster, and then began to concave into the flame circle, tearing a trace of spatial gaps in the hard dent.

The moment he saw the gap in the space, the white-robed old man suddenly raised his hands to the sky and looked up and laughed. The laughter of the wild waves resounded through the mountains.

Gradually, beams of green light erupted from the cracks in the space that the green cake cracked, which was a green light containing mysterious spiritual power. Without exception, it shone on the body of the white-robed old man. Then, the white-robed old man gradually turned into a green shadow.

He was still smiling.

The green cake that continued to dent, when the space around it was completely torn apart, when the green light in the space was gushing like a spring, it was completely melted and melted into the green light. Soon, the green light refilled the circle of flames, completely enveloping the green shadows.

Then, the afterglow of the green light began to spread out in the surroundings, slowly obscuring the never-extinguishing flame.

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The man on the stone pillow was very lucky to witness the mysterious scene and survived.

This kind of luck, even if it is placed in the cultivation realm, can be regarded as a miracle that is not too big or small.

He always stared at the location of the white-robed old man, pondering what kind of mysterious changes would occur when the white-robed old monster absorbed the green power refined by human blood after the spell was successfully cast.

But when the faint green light reached him, he couldn't help frowning and staring inward. As the green light came, more and more people gathered, and there was a trace of induction in his dantian jade mansion, which was a special induction of life force. And this power of induction came from the black scorched earth in the Jade Mansion.

Under the sudden induction, the green light that reached him began to condense, turning him into a green shadow as well.

After hesitating for a long time, he could already feel the presence of green power. It was a spiritual power he had been longing for for three months.

The excitement of the moment made him a little overwhelmed. The calmness after the excitement made it hideous and terrifying. No one knows what governed his transformation.

He put the black staff on the platform, knotted his hands and kneaded the technique, his eyes slightly closed, urging the operation of the cultivation method, and slowly sensing and absorbing the spiritual power gathered around him. The pure spiritual power entered the meridians and bones, as if flowing into a dry and depleted canal, and was quickly sucked clean.

Over time, the meridians and muscles and bones gradually show signs of wetness. But then the meridians and muscles and bones slowly shattered, and the cracked wounds flowed out of decaying blood and pus, like wisps of rotten, foul-smelling, and mildewy stinky ditch water.

Where there is water, there will be canals.

When the blood and pus flowing from the meridians and bones gradually increase, the meridians become the only canals. Then, the blood-stained pus flowed down the only canal to a black, scorched earth.

It was a piece of black scorched earth buried in the Dantian Jade Mansion. When a steady stream of blood and pus flows into the black scorched earth, it is scorched and condensed into a rigid black scorched earth, which seems to be infiltrated and softened, and gradually shows signs of softness.

At the same time, the corrosive pain from the demon began to spread from the inside out, distorting his face extremely. For a short time, his face was no longer a human face, but the face of an ugly demon of hell after a deformation.

But he didn't even snort.

It was as if there was another, greater pain that had made him accustomed to the feeling of real pain. The current expression is just an involuntary superficial reaction.

He quietly operated the magic technique, greedily absorbing the essence of spiritual power, allowing the demonic corrosive power to spread throughout his body.

Only he knows that if he loses this chance to survive, whether he can survive or not will be able to wait until the next time will become an eternal unknown.

Only he knows that he must live, and he must live at any cost.

Only by living can we hope to find the answers buried deep in our hearts.

Therefore, until the god of death really comes, he will never allow himself to die easily. If he dies, he will not be able to face the countless innocent undead.

His heart has been crying: live, must live. Only by staying alive can we find a solution to the problem and uncover the final mystery.

The cry for survival, the endless physical pain, and the pain buried in his heart made his consciousness gradually blurred. Smiling heads gradually appeared in front of him, as if they were greeting him. In a distant corner, there was a piercing laughter, a crowd of people's laughter, such a hideous and terrifying.

It was this laughter that alerted him, allowing him to quickly erase the illusion in front of him and face his current situation again.

Contemplating and looking at himself, at this moment, not only the meridians and muscles and bones were shattered, but also the flesh and blood connected to them began to shatter, and the whole person seemed to be gradually crushed. On the broken flesh and blood wounds, new blood and flesh were slowly generated, and the broken meridians and bones began to be reforged, and the seemingly inexhaustible blood and pus were resealed in the meridians and bones.

Subsequently, the black scorched earth in the Dantian Jade Mansion gradually calmed down, but it was no longer hard and lumpy, but the whole became slightly softer. Nothing else has changed.

He slowly stopped cultivating and let everything about himself go naturally. A pair of eyes that gradually shone slightly, and looked back at the position of the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man had already revealed his true body, and he was standing in the flame circle at the moment, merging with the flame circle and slowly rotating in a counterclockwise direction. It's just that at some point, the space that was torn apart in the flame ring disappeared. Similarly, the flame rays emitted from the flame ring disappeared.

At this moment, a seven-point green star suddenly lit up on the flame ring, instantly plunging the clear sky into darkness. In an instant, it seemed that only the flame circle was left between heaven and earth.

The seven-point starlight on the flame circle slowly brightened, and the condensed beam slowly extended to the seven flame platforms, and while extinguishing the flames, the living people on the flame platforms were directly absorbed into the flame circles, occupying the position of the green starlight. Then, seven large living people attached to the flame ring arched the white-robed old man in the center of the circle.

Then, the speed of the flame circle slowly increased, and it spun rapidly. After reaching a certain critical point, it suddenly volleyed into the air and rushed into the endless darkness.

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The Circle of Flames seemed to escape into the darkness, fiercely rushing through a wide passage, high and low, as if riding the wind and waves, flying fast against the Void Wind in the extreme rotation. The person who was attached to the flame circle only felt that he had been weathered into flesh foam, and then re-condensed and shaped into a human form by the mysterious power from the flame circle.

Each cycle of power is no less than a trip through the flames of hell.

The longing for an end in every change of power, even if it is an immediate death, is never realized.

The strange cycle of power transmits the true feeling of life being worse than death to those who are attached to the flame ring.

No one can resist but suffer in silence.

Over time, a person's nerves, body, and even spirit have all adapted to the mysterious cycle of power, and it seems to have entered the stage of enjoyment, and the inner hope that the flame ring can fly for a longer time.

But at this moment, the circle of flames suddenly burst out of the darkness and appeared above a sea surface. After a short flight, it accelerated to land and landed firmly on a small island.

This small island is oval-shaped, with the edge and center of the island rising high, and the edge height just covers the height of the center, and the space between the edge and the center naturally sinks deeply. From a distance, it looks like a "ingot" floating on the sea. Looking closer, it should be a small island specially built by someone with powerful supernatural powers.

The flame circle fell impartially in the raised position in the center of the island, and then shattered with a bang, and the seven people on the flame circle were bounced into seven directions at the same time, and they were accurately bounced into the seven black iron cages.

The white-robed old man sat on a raised stone in the center of the island, his eyes slightly closed, and his lips moved slightly, as if he had started a new practice. And the seven black iron cages happened to be suspended in the void nine zhang away from this sharp stone, invisibly forming a large ring.

At this time, it was noon, the scorching sun was scorching the island, the black iron cage was like a big steamer, emitting black smoke, and the pungent smell of human flesh was mixed in. This island soon became a purgatory on earth.

But that's not all.

After lasting for half an hour, the white-robed old man moved slightly, squinted his eyes and slowly scanned the seven black iron cages, and muttered: "Die, die, it's better to die all of them." ”

After waiting for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, and his right hand was held out of thin air, and there was already a large piece of Xuan Ice in his palm. The right hand moved down slightly, and then stretched out the index finger and inserted it directly into the ice. First gently rotated clockwise, and then gently rotated counterclockwise, a large piece of Xuan Ice was magically split into seven pieces, and each gently flicked the old man's fingers, and accurately landed on the seven black iron cages.

Almost instantly, the black iron cage turned into a cold ice cage. Then, a little bit more melting.

The white-robed old man squinted at the sky, stopped talking, and closed his eyes again. He didn't care about the people in the black iron cage at all, and he didn't care what was going on in the black iron cage.

At about the beginning of the unitary hour, all the ice melted, and the black iron cage disappeared, replaced by a naked person standing in each position, all wrapped in rotten cloth shavings, all with dark skin as if soaked in thick ink, almost invisible, each holding a strange style of pitch-black weapon in his hand.

The white-robed old man slowly stood up, dusted off his clothes, and stomped his feet slightly, and the entire island began to fall into the sea. As night fell, they entered darkness once more. When the light came again, eight people appeared in front of a curtain of light.

The light curtain is glazed, brilliant and dazzling, and it is impossible to look at directly.

There are three words suspended in the upper room of the light curtain door: Seven Peerless Palaces.

"Those who enter my seven peerless gates, Jedi, Heaven, Ghosts, Demons, Immortals, Gods, and Themselves. The white-robed old man turned around, squinted his eyes and swept over the seven people standing side by side in front of him, and said, "You seven little pig heads must remember the 'Seven Uniques' at the beginning, and you must keep it in mind, and you must not miss it." ”

The white-robed old man paused and continued: "From left to right, report your real name one by one!"

The old man was really a strange old man, and he didn't ask for his name until he led his disciples to worship him. This in itself is an existence of strange things in the cultivation realm.

After experiencing the unknown test created by the strange old man, the seven young people were only afraid of this devilish and kind old man. One by one, they obediently reported their names.

"Chen Tianhong", "Wei Zhen", "Ku Hao", "Peng Ci", "Tang Pu", "Cha Zha", "Song Du".

The white-robed old man's gaze swept around, and finally landed on the young man named Chen Tianhong.

Chen Tianhong is a little different from others. He carried a gray stone pillow on his back, and in his right hand he held a black burning stick tightly.

Suddenly, the white-robed old man said: "That scepter of yours has been completely destroyed, and it is simply delusional to want to repair it with your qualifications." You'd better die that heart and concentrate on cultivating the ancient supernatural powers of my Seven Peerless Sects, which is the right path. ”

After the white-robed old man finished speaking, when he withdrew his eyes, he couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he was still unsure of something.

After glancing at the seven people again, he turned around and walked into the door of the light curtain, and said slowly, "The order of entry is from right to left!"

He himself walked through the door of the curtain of light. According to his instructions, in order from right to left, Chen Tianhong became the last one.

Chen Tianhong closed his eyes, as if he was struggling violently. Endless hatred rises from the heart. In the biographies he has read, people who have experiences like him tend to fall into amnesia or lose their sense of the past altogether. But he remembered everything, and he remembered it so vividly.

For more than 90 days and nights, he tried to make himself forget, but he couldn't. Whenever a picture from his memory jumped into his mind, he would shed tears of grief. It was as if he had returned to the tearful teenage years.

In that earth-shattering upheaval, he travels to another continent whose name he doesn't yet know, to a whole new world. He was determined to give himself a fresh start. Therefore, although he can't forget everything in the past, he is deliberately trying to erase it.

Now, the god of fate has arranged a new beginning for him, but he feels that it doesn't matter anymore.

He has only one goal: to stay alive and become a supreme powerhouse!

When he opened his eyes, Wei Zhen's figure disappeared into the light curtain door. He followed, stepping through the door of the curtain of light. The whole person was instantly shrouded in countless ice arrows, and the ice arrows repeatedly impacted every inch of the body, and the weapon held in his left hand gradually felt a burning feeling.

Then, the layer of black shell on the body slowly fell off, and the skin at the place where it fell off was as white as the exquisite white jade that had just been carved out of the oven. The toughness of the flesh is beyond imagination.

It's just that the whole person has completely become naked.

At that moment, it was as if a piece of jade had been washed away from the lead, and it was completed at the door of the light curtain.

It seems that only spotless people can enter the Seven Peerless Gates.

After a while, Chen Tianhong suddenly felt a push behind him, and when he reacted, he was already standing naked in a secret room. He looked around and saw that the secret room was actually carved out of a kind of jade that resembled blood jade, and had seven walls, each of which had a portrait of a human being painted on each wall.

At a glance, he knew that this was the inheritance method of Dao magic powers commonly used in the cultivation realm.

There was a set of purple robes under the wall in the southeast corner of the secret room, and under the wall in the northwest corner was a large plate of steaming exquisite beast meat, the thick oil was still bubbling, and the spiritual power contained in it fluctuated faintly.

He placed his pillow and the things in his hand under the north wall, dressed again, and then grabbed the flesh and devoured it. In less than an instant, a large plate of exquisite beast meat had been wiped out.

He touched his bulging belly and burped. Subsequently, the attention of the whole person is completely attracted by the portrait on the wall.

He watched over and over again, and never tired of contemplating.

After about half an hour, the beast meat in the abdomen began to be digested, and the pure spiritual power began to spread throughout the body. After another moment, he felt that his meridians and muscles and bones began to shatter again, and filthy pus flowed from the cracked sores, converging along the meridians towards the black scorched earth of the Dantian Jade Mansion.

The endless pain seemed to be tearing him apart at an accelerated pace, and he could do nothing but bear it silently.

This time, he didn't want to let himself lie down again and wait for the pain to end.

His back was pressed against the east wall, a pair of inhuman alien claws clawing at the wall, trying to keep himself straight. But the pain caused by the continuous softness of the black scorched earth, he had to bend down, embrace the earth, and use the power of the earth to resolve the pain.

But the moment he lowered his head, he suddenly raised his head again, like a monster that had suddenly awakened, and his eyes gradually flickered with flames. The roar that came from the heart turned into a low wail when it reached the throat.

He wanted to recite the Great Ming Mantra, the Ice Heart Formula, and the Wenqu Star Formula, but the pain from the black scorched earth could completely cut off this thought, allowing him to completely immerse himself in the sea of pain.

At this moment, he missed all the people who had given him all this.

He knew that if he wanted to ask those people why, he would have to live strongly, and he would never bow to the demonic corrosive pain they had bestowed.

With the gradual dissipation of the spiritual power in the beast's flesh, where the meridians and muscles and bones were broken, the originally intact flesh and blood were broken again, and then new flesh and blood were generated, and the broken meridians and bones were re-stitched. Gradually, the pain disappeared.

The same experience twice in a row made him realize that each cultivation was a pioneer of the black scorched earth in the Dantian Jade Mansion. Pioneering, irrigation, loosening the soil, and fertilizing the field with fertilizer can gradually become a fertile and fertile field.

What does this mean for a monk who can only practice day and night?

What does it mean for someone who needs to eat a lot of food that contains spiritual powers?

Thinking of this, the corners of Chen Tianhong's mouth showed a smile.

At this moment, someone gently patted him on the shoulder, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the white-robed old man was actually standing opposite him, and the right hand that patted his shoulder had not yet been withdrawn.

"The most difficult of the Seven Absolute Levels is 'Absolute Self'. It seems that you may well be the only one who has a chance to break through this hurdle. I can't help you with your current situation. I won't ask about your past, and I suggest that you don't think about the past, and focus on your identity as a descendant of the Seven Peerless Sects, which is the most important. ”

When the white-robed old man spoke, he slowly turned into a little white light and disappeared on the jade wall, only to hear him mutter: "My last title of 'Seven Absolute Old Men' seems to be suspected of being in vain! Hehe, it's interesting! Then I'll cultivate a 'Seven Absolute Villains' for them to inspect!"