blood contract

The old man shook his head and started the 'No Beginning Technique', and then his mind became clear.

While looking at the three boxes in a daze, a countdown suddenly appeared in the void.

"five,"

"Four,"

……

"Damn it...there's actually a time limit."

While cursing, the old man used the last three seconds to run the 'Beginless Technique', then took one step forward, quickly stacked the three boxes on top of each other, and threw the three large boxes behind the sedan.

"one."

The countdown is over.

call!

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the bride-to-be team suddenly started to move. Will-o'-the-wisps kept beating in the originally empty eye sockets. Various weapons of different shapes appeared in their hands, and their necks all became stiff. Turning around and looking at the old man, it was really scary. The powerful aura of death from the corpse emitted from his body, which made people shudder.

Among those weapons, many have styles that make the old man feel strange. Some are a small yellow grass, some are a chopping board, some are rag dolls, and some are like half a skull... No matter what style they are, It all exudes the aura of cold death and danger.

The old man immediately stepped back and put some distance away from the bride-to-be team. He stood with his left hand pointed in front of him, and his right hand was firmly pressed on the handle of the knife behind him.

Suddenly, a woman's giggle came from the sedan, soft and bone-chilling, "Come on."

The stiff necks of all the ghosts turned back together, and twelve strong corpses carried the sedan onto the stone bridge. Then, the weapons in the hands of the group of corpses suddenly turned into gongs, drums and suonas, and they followed closely behind with people playing and beating. Not long after they passed the stone bridge, the team began to flash strangely and quickly disappeared into the distance.

At this time, the old man stood up straight, wiped the fine cold sweat from his forehead, and exhaled a thick breath.

He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if he was greedy just now and didn't buy three boxes of treasures or just chose one or two boxes. What if he didn't have the ability to lift those three boxes...

Even though he was confident that he could easily kill the pawns in the wedding party, he did not dare to underestimate the strength of the twelve sedan bearers, not to mention the ghost bride in the sedan, whose strength was even more unknown.

No matter what, fortunately, he passed this level!

Along the way, the difficulty of passing the level is obviously increasing, there are constant pitfalls, and the information is not complete enough. Sometimes, people will get into a little 'emotion' to prank people, as if they are treating cultivators like toys.

It's really strange here, like an intelligent spiritual creature!

Thinking of this, a ray of white light hit the old man, and he entered the next level.

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Time flies by like a flash, and the twenty people who entered the fort can no longer remember how many tests they have passed. I only know that it seems easy to pass the level at the beginning, but it becomes more difficult as you get to the back, you have to either kill or run away. I don’t know how much the cassock on my body was torn, and the remaining clothes were not enough to change, so I just wore the tattered cassock until the end.

In the groove of the arch outside the main hall, there were a few more tokens at this time. On them appeared Chen Guo, the third son of the leader of the Chen Kingdom, Zhao Huang, the Jinwu Guard of the Taiwu Kingdom, Wang Tong of the Magic Clothes Sect, Wu Yifeng of the Wu family, and Li family Li Lin's shadow.

After death, the guiding butterfly will automatically return here and become the token key again.

... ...

The square-faced man, the thin old man and the man in white met again and were transported to the same place - the altar!

The three of them were dressed in ragged clothes, and they had long lost their original high-spiritedness.

The altar is located on the top of a mountain, surrounded by a layer of thick fog. Under a huge dry branch, there is a stone tablet about one foot high, as black as ink, surrounded by overgrown weeds, which obscures the stone tablet. Most of it remains, except for a headless statue of the four-feathered flying goddess above the monument.

"Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Grass!!!" The three of them exclaimed in unison as they looked at the 'weeds' around the stone monument.

As if they were all afraid that the other party would strike first, the three of them started grabbing the spiritual grass at the same time.

The old man turned over his hand and held out a prayer flag, "drawing the ground as a prison" to encircle a large area of ​​"weeds" and take it for himself.

The square-faced man and Ye Tiancheng were stunned for a while, and then they each took out their magic weapons and began to "circle" the remaining spiritual herbs.

The square-faced man's magic weapon is inferior to that of the man in white, and his enclosure is also the smallest. His already red skin became even redder, and his gloomy eyes stared at the two of them.

Ye Tiancheng looked at the old man with interest. The old man, twirling his beard and with a calm expression on his face, threw out a few small puppets. The puppets moved mechanically and began to dig up the spiritual grass in an orderly manner.

It's obvious that the old man is very skillful, he must have done this kind of thing often!

Seemingly noticing the change in their moods, the old man smiled cheerfully and said, "I am no faster than you young people!"

Square-faced man: “…”

Ye Tiancheng: "..."

I believe you a ghost!

Digging the spiritual grass is indeed a difficult task. It is necessary to ensure the integrity of the spiritual grass and the spirituality of the spiritual grass itself. It's really troublesome to do it yourself, so it's really better to leave it to this kind of spirit puppet who specializes in digging up medicine.

Ye Tiancheng also threw out a few animals as big as mice, but they had wide front paws and dug the soil very quickly. In a short time, a complete spiritual grass was dug out.

The square-faced and red-skinned man was extremely depressed. He had not collected the spirit grass dolls and spiritual pets. If he did it himself, he would be worried that the other treasures would be snatched away by the two of him.

Watching the two walking leisurely, looking left and right, looking for something.

The square-faced man snorted coldly. He was lucky, and he dug three feet into the ground to 'package' the spiritual grass he had just trapped, including the soil and grass, into the ring.

"Oh! What a sin! What you did not only damaged the spirituality of the spiritual grass, but also made it impossible for new spiritual grass to grow in this land. You don't have spiritual dolls, I can just lend you a few! Why ruin such a good thing? A medicinal field... Oh, what a pity, what a pity!..." The old man frowned and sighed with regret, "Why do young people have to be so impetuous in doing things?"

Ye Tiancheng pursed his thin lips tightly, seeming to regret that the medicine field was destroyed.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined. Do you think you can come in a second time?" The square-faced man finally spoke. The voice is hoarse and somewhat dull, as if it is affected by the injury from the jaw to the neck on the left side of the face.

The old man slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Young man, you can't say that. You can't just enter the palace for the second time and destroy this place? We are all cultivators, so it is good to leave some opportunities for the younger generations."

snort! "The square-faced man snorted coldly and said with a look of disdain: "I can't see that you have such a benevolent heart, old man. How about... give your share of the spiritual grass to the two of me? "The language contains a strong smell of gunpowder.

Hearing this, Ye Tiancheng took a few steps back.

The meaning is obvious, don't involve me in the matter between the two of you.

The square-faced man squinted and said, "Coward!"

"Hehehe..." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You young man, why are you so restless? Do you have the ability to take away my things?"

The square-faced man was silent, his eyes were cold and stern, and his hands were ready on both sides.

At this time, the old man's eyes were still narrowed, his back was straight, his hands were clasped behind his back, and he said in a fairy-like manner, "That's all, I see you are young, so I won't care about you so much. However, the death penalty can be spared and the life penalty cannot be spared... ...As long as you hand over the armor-piercing rock beast's belongings, I will spare your life. How about it, Bear...B!?"