break the way [comprehension]

Peng Wu is the head of Xianwu Sect. Just by hearing his name, one can imagine what he means to Xianwu Sect. The founder of the mountain is well-deserved. Everyone in the sect must respectfully call him "Old Patriarch" when they see him. Head?Hey, this kind of laborious work is naturally thrown to the disciples and grandchildren below to work hard, otherwise why is it so hard to establish a school.

Sounds cool, right?

It's a pity that the huge halo on the top of Peng Wu's head was like a huge bubble when the Meng Ding was released, and it shattered with a "pop" until there was not even a slag left.

Immortal Martial Sect, hehe, the name sounds mighty and mighty...Looking at the entire Zhanwu League, it seems that there are no [-] or [-] sects with this strength.

Under the League Ding, the Immortal Martial Sect doesn't even have a plan for the cultivation needs of the disciples. Even if Peng Wu goes all out to cultivate and try his best to occupy a small spiritual meridian, under the high transaction commission, the entire sect remains the same. Seeing the desolation of the mountain gate and the desolation of the few remaining disciples who were desperately loyal to him because of the lack of spiritual objects, Peng Wu really couldn't continue to sit and watch.

In the entire Zhanwu League, there are as many sect leaders as Peng Wu's situation. During the Taiping period, they contracted remote and barren lands and occupied the mountains as kings. If they don't have too much ambition for the road, they are lucky enough If you don't want to cause trouble, even though life is poor and ridiculous, from a certain point of view, it is still very nourishing.

Once the alliance tripod comes out, such days are gone forever.

In fact, in the entire cultivation world, the truly bottom-level monks, the three low-level monks with low talent, low cultivation level, and low background are largely absorbed by such small sects, and they slowly improve themselves in it.

If you look at the whole world of cultivation, considering the huge base of these monks, it is indeed rare to reach a very high place on the road, and there is no such case in a million. However, when you look at the tens of thousands of years of history in the world of cultivation, Among those great powers who have left their names in the history of cultivation, such so-called grassroots monks are not in the minority.

These three-low monks absorbed by the small sect became the most important and largest part of the solid tower in the entire cultivation pyramid.

As soon as the alliance tripod came out, the extremely stable ecology of the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years was destroyed.

The influence brought by the League Ding is not just that the low-level monks are unsustainable in their practice and complain. Small sects like Xianwumen can no longer accommodate these bottom-level monks, and the entire pyramid of cultivation has disappeared. .

Perhaps in a short period of time, what everyone can see is the desolation of small sects and the wandering of low-level monks, but in the long run, there will be an unprecedented gap in the history of major monks.

When the pyramid base of a race disappears, it will not be far away from the disappearance of its pyramid tip; when the pyramid symbolizing the most powerful power of a race disappears, will it be far away from the disappearance of the entire race?

This decided the fate of the race and everything happened quietly, but the entire Zhanwu League was excited for the Immortal Ascension Conference, and no one noticed.No, it may be said that for various purposes, those who are aware of it are all silent, watching all this happen indifferently.

If it weren't for the emergence of the Cultivation Alliance, it would be like a butterfly flapping its wings... The complete decline of the Cultivation Civilization would be inevitable.

Among all living beings, how many people can jump out of the long river of fate to gain insight into the truth of the changing world?Among those who can see through the truth, how many are willing to stand up at all costs?Among the people who are willing to stand up, how many people are really capable, the mainstay to turn the tide and even turn the world around?Such a person can be called a saint.

A sect leader like Peng Wu was in the midst of this fate-determining world turmoil, and he didn't realize it, neither fearful nor fortunate.But it is the ignorance of all living beings, their joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and hatreds, that are the reasons why those strong people who stand up are willing to fight to change the destiny of the race.

Regardless of personal circumstances, as long as there are joys, sorrows, sorrows, loves and hatreds...even if you are ignorant of what the strong do, that's enough.

Therefore, for a monk like Peng Wu, the biggest worry is nothing more than the loss of sect disciples, the loss of face, and the inability to continue his practice. When there is a way to provide spiritual objects, it is heartache.

The days of living in a corner and claiming to be king and sage are shattered, revealing the ugly fact that he is just a small shrimp in this Zhanwu League, and can't even support his own disciples and grandchildren... In such a huge psychological gap, Peng Wu is extremely A brave type of person, at least, he is finally willing to admit that in this world of comprehension, he really is nothing, which is why he is so powerless.

Therefore, when the news of the Immortal Ascension Conference came, he resolutely announced to his only remaining disciples that if he wanted to participate, he would at least give his sect a chance.

The disciples were naturally powerless to object, they knew it would be very dangerous, but they also knew that for the sect and for them, the ancestor had already made up his mind and would definitely go.Even if the ancestors go, the continuation of the sect cannot be guaranteed... But at this moment, facing the ancestors who made such a decision, they have never regretted joining Xianwumen.

Peng Wu naturally entered the secret realm extremely resolutely. Although in the later stages of his cultivation career, he lived a life that was too comfortable and less experienced compared to other aspiring monks of the same rank, but his early experience cannot be faked. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to become an "Old Ancestor".

But even so, when he really stepped into the abyss of Nine Howls, Peng Wu still regretted it extremely.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, he saw with his own eyes that there were five monks who died under the fairy face spider due to lack of preparation when they first entered the secret realm.

Even so, he didn't waver in the slightest. How could there be no danger in such a secret realm?Otherwise, the places for these prestigious schools would be too cheap.

Even when he saw the huge figure in the sandstorm and the sea of ​​dust, and was even swept away by the storm of the soul, he still gritted his teeth and insisted on rolling and crawling away from the path of the terrifying alien beast, watching the alien beast from a distance. After chasing the little flying magic weapon away, he was horrified, and he became more determined to collect enough jade spider orchids as soon as possible. If he stayed in this world for a long time, it would be more dangerous, so he had to plan early!

But such a determined Peng Wu really regretted it when he saw the fairy-faced mother spider run away.

One monk after another was caught and devoured by it like cattle and sheep. It was a terrifying scene that cannot be described in any words. He ran desperately, surrounded by monks who were running like him, and no one dared to leave behind. spare energy, because no one knows whether he will fall into the fate of being devoured like cattle and sheep if he is a little slower.

In the yellow sand all over the sky, the monks were as panic-stricken as rabbits being chased by wolves on the grassland. At this moment, all the immortal deeds, the differences between immortals, and the high paths... all seemed to be a great joke, as if, They tried their best to practice in exchange for nothing but such a sad ending of losing their dignity.

At this moment, Peng Wu was desperate and remorseful.

If he knew that he would fall into such a hopeless situation, if he knew that the so-called secret realm was such a place of death, if he knew that the bait thrown by the famous sect was absolutely insincere, it was just a dream of Qingqiu who was deceitful and deceitful, He will never step in easily!

If he falls here... in his life, he was struggling in the early years, but after knowing that there is no hope of advancing, he was vainly pampered and used to enjoying the prosperity of the world... It would be no pity to fall here.

However, if he falls here, what will Ting'er, Fang'er, Jing'er...they do?

In today's world of self-cultivation, this kind of Zhanwu League, the so-called famous sect that weaves the Shengxian Society into such a bloody massacre and sets up a monstrous trap in the name of dreams... how can they give such low-level monks a sentence? Survive?

Peng Wu regretted not being at the beginning, and hated the shipwreck.

Even going against the League Ding to carry out private transactions, risking being beheaded by the law enforcement team, and stepping into the footsteps of the heads of several small sects around... is better than the current choice!At least, in that case, he can protect his subordinates for a period of time before being arrested, and have more time to arrange better places and retreats for them...

Seeing that his resolute act of standing up for the responsibility on his shoulders was about to go to waste under ambition and deceit, he suddenly heard a sound transmission in his ear: "Run after the soul is bound, twice the result with half the effort!"

Soul bound?Get twice the result with half the effort...?Peng Wu looked around in a daze while running, and then smiled wryly, what a powerful fairy face mother spider, this mind-soul attack actually caused a monk like him to suffer from delirium...

But then, when something extremely small came with the sound of the wind, he caught it subconsciously, and when the cold touch reached the sea of ​​consciousness, he suddenly woke up, it was not an illusion just now!

Behind him, the sharp and painful dying cry and the terrifying sound of chewing are close at hand, and the long yellow sand in front of him seems to be stained with endless blood, is the soul bound?Peng Wu smiled wryly, anyway, he had nothing to lose, even if his soul fell into another desperate situation, it would be better than watching himself die in the mouth of a strange beast.What's more, this soul binding oath is nothing more than a request to exchange resources with others.

"Congratulations to user Peng Wu for joining the 'Nine Howls'!"

"Warning! The elite monsters in the extreme land where the user is located are rampant! Danger level: extremely high! Please evacuate quickly!"

"The situation is urgent, the instructions for use are postponed!"

"Please follow the instructions to evacuate!!!"

Evacuate?

Peng Wu smiled wryly while running, he is indeed on the run...

And then, everything in front of me is no longer the same.

Undulating sand dunes, low bushes, dry rivers, faint caves...everything that appeared in front of his eyes was vivid, and Peng Wu suddenly recognized the half-disappeared ancient road in astonishment...that was when he killed a fairy face Where there is a spider, you can never make a mistake!

Immediately, his heart was pounding. Could it be that this is the map of the secret place here? !

Such things are invaluable for exploring the secret realm!With such a map in hand, it will be twice the result with half the effort to find the Magnolia spider orchid in this secret place where the sky is gloomy and the direction is unclear!

But immediately, a strong sense of helplessness arose in his heart... It was too late to get this treasure. For a person who is about to die, getting the treasure before his death will not only make him feel more powerless but also angry. But it's useless...

Suddenly, the magnificent and realistic map suddenly enlarged one of them, and immediately, Peng Wu saw two spots of light in it, one big and one small, one yellow and one white, and yellowish light surged around the huge yellow spot It covered a large area around it, and then, a dotted line appeared on the huge yellow light spot, and the light yellow area expanded immediately, covering the small white spot as well!

"Extremely dangerous alert! You are on the expected route of the runaway elite monster! Extremely dangerous! Extremely dangerous!!! Please follow the instructions to evacuate immediately!!!!"

A cursor arrow appeared on the white light, and Peng Wu was stunned. Looking back afterwards, he also had to be thankful that he subconsciously followed the arrow to change direction at this moment... The storm of consciousness swept past, bringing the familiar severe pain to attack the consciousness. When the sea suddenly disappeared like countless times before, Peng Wuyu felt a little dazed. He turned his head, and the terrifying sandstorm and dust sea with faint screams were getting farther and farther away...

He... escaped?

After finally realizing that he was really saved from a desperate situation, Peng Wu held the little magic weapon tightly for the first time, and was so excited that he was incoherent: "... who are you... just how... how are you... "

In the end, he bit his tongue, and after the pain hit him, he turned thousands of words into two words: "Thank you."

He didn't know who was throwing the magic weapon to him, he didn't know who the maker of the magic weapon was, and what happened to the sound in the magic weapon just now. Lingjue, he knew that all of this probably had nothing to do with those famous sects or the Zhanwu League, because the map, the dots of light, the dotted arrows in the circle of light... everything was unheard of, and it was too brand new. The illusory dream after creation, because this is really too much like the illusion brought by the extreme desire for light in the reflection of a traveler who has trekked in a desperate situation for too long.

But he also knew that the illusion would only be based on everything he knew and felt, and the little magic weapon in his hand brought everything unprecedented in the Zhanwu League. He had never heard of it in his life, let alone seen it...

This is not an illusion.

He was sincerely grateful for the power of who knows who was behind the magic weapon, except for the two words that were too shallow, he really didn't know what else to say or do.

"User Peng Wu, there are no eggs under the overturned nest. Everyone is in trouble at present, and only sincere and mutual help can overcome the difficulties. Are you willing to join the 'Shared Weapons' plan?"