In order to support the reserves, I unified the world of self-cultivation

Gu Xinglu didn't have any compassion for other people, he was just upset that Gu Ming could do this, so why did he call him here, and Gu Ming gave him a reason he couldn't refuse: "I use too much power, I will Accelerate the collapse of this world."

"But if I go, their aura will only be absorbed by me." Gu Xinglu said.

Gu Ming shook his head: "It's just a part, more will flow to heaven and earth."

It sounds like a joke for the monks in the later stages of the tribulation to lure out a group of monks and kill them, but Gu Xinglu agreed.

The tribulation-crossing cultivator with the world's original stone and the tribulation-crossing cultivator are not a heavyweight. The former completely crushes the latter.

So the plan began. It was a very simple plan, with almost no considerations. The word dragon represented an unparalleled attraction to the cultivators.

Gu Xinglu took Long Yunxing and Long Chaoyue away from the Secret Realm of Yuling, eating, drinking and having fun along the way, and came to a place where the dragon clan inherited. The monk of Dragon Slayer.

Everywhere is dilapidated, blackened blood can be seen everywhere, the original magnificent building collapsed incompletely on the ground, and blood-stained scales are scattered everywhere. Who would have thought that this place was once the holy land of the dragon clan.

Gu Xinglu covered the dragon cub's eyes, and walked all the way to a huge eggshell-like thing. There was a fist-sized hole in the center of the eggshell. Put the dragon cub in, and the hole would automatically close. .

Circles of complicated patterns light up on the eggshell, and ancient language and characters appear on it.

It seems that there are only the four of them here, but how could the prying eyes in the distance escape Gu Xinglu's consciousness? This is the baptism that a dragon must go through.

A few people in the dark ran away, probably to report to their masters, but Gu Xinglu didn't care, after all, those people also wanted keel bones, so no one would interrupt Long Yunxing's baptism, if someone has a brain but not a brain, He would also allow the man's head to be opened, and fill his empty head with something.

At the entrance, Long Chaoyue wiped away tears, unwilling to go in, so Gu Yuelan was naturally by her side to accompany her.

But in a short while, there are a few more terrifying breaths in this place.

The people who came had no intention of restraining themselves, and the coercion of the monks who had crossed the robbery was undoubtedly revealed. Gu Xinglu looked up and let go of his consciousness. He could clearly feel that the three monks who had crossed the robbery were rushing at a high speed.

Gu Yuelan walked in with Long Chaoyue in his arms, Gu Xinglu touched the closed eggshell, and when the three monks arrived, he didn't give them a look.

The open field was eerily quiet. A man and two women stood beside a huge egg-shaped container. Opposite them, three men formed a closed posture and confronted them.

Gu Xinglu's aura in the later stage of the tribulation was so strong that the three monks did not act recklessly. To put it bluntly, they were also competing with each other, and no one could trust the other.

A cultivator who crossed the tribulation fixed his eyes on Gu Yuelan, and then sized up the woman in the light gold dress beside her. After a long time, his hand moved slightly, and he recognized who Gu Yuelan was, and made that gesture with his own hands. The woman with the Longji knife.

Gu Yuelan killed a group of monks to make a Dragon's Back Saber, and then disappeared. No one knew whether she was dead or alive. Now that she reappeared, a powerful master of craftsmanship will surely increase her power to a higher level.

Two keel bones, three monks crossing the catastrophe, temptation and danger coexist, he sent a message quietly to ensure that these two keel bones can be included in the bag.

He didn't know that Gu Yuelan and Long Chaoyue were both fake tribulation-crossing monks, and Gu Xinglu was the only one with real combat power in this group.

No one made a sound, everyone knew that the battle was imminent, and they were all waiting for the baptism to end. After the baptism, Long Yunxing would be able to reach Dujie. He could not accept the baptism because Gu Yuelan forcibly suppressed his growth, but With Gu Xinglu, she opened the restriction.

After the baptism of the dragon clan, there is a period of weakness. During this period, they are like chicks that have just hatched, fragile and soft, and they can only struggle helplessly if they are caught by someone.

So the three monks were not worried that there would be one more monk who crossed the catastrophe after the baptism, they were waiting, waiting for more people to come.

There are eight robber monks in the Dragon Slaying Sect. They are both competitive and cooperative. They made an oath with their Dao heart. Anyone who finds news about the dragon must share the news with each other. ability.

In this way, everyone is allowed to use all their power, spare no effort and cooperate with each other to play the greatest role in finding the keel.

The other five people arrived very quickly, and the eight people looked at each other and decided not to wait any longer.

Before coming here, Long Chaoyue told Gu Xinglu that the baptism of the Dragon Clan Holy Land would not be interrupted by anyone, and that eggshell-like container could not be broken even by the great power of transcending tribulation, it was almost an absolute defense.

But it only allows unbaptized dragons to enter, otherwise the dragon family may be able to use it to tide over the difficulties.

But this is enough for Gu Xinglu.

In the eyes of the eight people, it is inevitable, and the leader is a hale and hearty old man. He smiled sullenly, and his skinny face moved: "What last words?"

Gu Xinglu retorted: "Let the eight of you speak your last words slowly after your death."

"Wait." Gu Yuelan interrupted them, "Can she and I go first? I'm not interested in your grievances."

The cultivator who recognized Gu Yuelan blurted out: "No, hand over the Dragon's Back Saber."

"Dragon's Backbone, but it's on him, Gu Family and Gu Xinglu, you guys haven't heard of this name, have you?" Gu Yuelan said, "I originally came to him to get back my Dragon's Backbone, but since you guys came , then I don’t force it.”

The eight people who had been searching for the Dragon's Back Sword for a long time certainly knew the name of the person who took the Dragon's Back Sword. He looked at Gu Xinglu hesitantly, trying to judge whether Gu Yuelan's words were true or not.

"I'm here with her, but there are two more monks who have crossed the tribulation. Let us go. We will never participate in your competition."

One of the eight people, a female cultivator, smiled and looked tentatively: "Aren't you friends?"

"It's bad luck who is friends with her." Gu Xinglu sneered.

Gu Yuelan nodded approvingly, "We can swear with our Dao heart that we have finally reached the Tribulation Transcendence. It's fine if we can't ascend. We are not interested in fighting for the keel, but you are forcing us to stay. Two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, you may still Weigh it up."

The eight of them thought about it, and made Gu Yue and Lanlong Chaoyue swear with their Dao heart that they would never take advantage of the void and never participate in their struggle, and then let them leave.

The two superficial tribulation-crossing cultivators bluffed them. How did they know that those two monks who crossed the catastrophe actually only had the strength of Jindan? , could not be better for them.

Gu Yuelan pulled Long Chaoyue away, Long Chaoyue was a little worried: "Is there any problem?"

"He can handle it. Originally, the two of us came here just to increase the stakes. As a result, someone among those people recognized me. He must know the Dragon's Back Knife. The story of Gu Xinglu taking the Dragon's Back Knife has long been spread. With my evidence, they will believe that Gu Xinglu has a keel on his body." Gu Yuelan said, after finally being able to get along with Long Chaoyue alone, she didn't want to say any more, and simply explained it in a few sentences.

Gu Xinglu pulled out the broad knife on his back. This is not the Dragon's Back Sword, it is a counterfeit made by imitating the Dragon's Back Sword, but it was made by Gu Yuelan. It is of very high quality and looks no different from the real Dragon's Back Sword Sincerely.

The eight people have different personalities and different ways of attacking. Some attacked silently, while others shouted wildly.

Gu Xinglu has been silent from beginning to end, fighting and retreating, the battle of crossing the catastrophe, can erase a mountain top and fill a sea with a wave of hand, the spiritual energy here is violently surging, the huge movement even affects To a place hundreds of miles away.

No one dares to approach here.

The old man at the head stomped the crutch-like weapon in his hand, and the ground cracked instantly, and the cracks spread all the way to Gu Xinglu's feet, and Gu Xinglu dodged to dodge.

This blow opened up a wide valley here.

Eight people besieged Gu Xinglu alone, only to find that the opponent was more tenacious than expected. He kept getting injured and stood up again and again, like a tenacious Xiaoqiang, with his blood splattered everywhere.

A male cultivator hit Gu Xinglu's face with a grin, and punched him. Before he could recover, another male cultivator stabbed him in the shoulder, followed by a female cultivator. Five fingers became claws, and blood splashed out immediately.

One by one, everyone's face was full of cat and mouse teasing. There was too much movement here, and the news of the roundup of the dragon spread like wildfire. Many courageous cultivators of transforming spirits came after hearing the news, but they didn't dare to get close. I can use my spiritual sense to look at this side from a distance.

Of course, the eight people felt the aura from far away, but they didn't care. Almost all the last monks who crossed the tribulation in the entire cultivation world were here. They were unstoppable and unbeatable.

The old man at the head snorted coldly, and said to Gu Xinglu, who was still panting and vomiting blood, "The game should be over."

Low laughter came from the mouth with the head bowed, and the laughter became louder and more arrogant.

Gu Xinglu propped himself up and stood up, roughly wiping the blood from his lips with his hands, the expression on his face became flat, and he looked at the eight people quietly with his eyes: "You're right, it's time to end."

"Thinking that there are eight monks crossing the catastrophe, I have lost a lot of blood." He said softly, his eyes slowly climbed up to red, and within a moment, the entire eyeball was covered in red.

In the next second, the blood that belonged to Gu Xinglu was stained on the eight people, and went straight into the bodies of each of them, frantically devouring the aura in their bodies.

"What kind of weird method is this!" The old man exclaimed, trying to force the blood out of his body, but all methods were exhausted, but nothing worked.

A male cultivator hurriedly begged for mercy: "Forgive me, I will definitely not hit the keel again, I just ask you to spare my life."

That female cultivator tried in vain to seduce Gu Xinglu with her beauty. She was a demon cultivator, and she practiced the method of absorbing human spirits. She possessed superb charms, but she failed.

Begging for mercy, yelling, threatening, Gu Xinglu only hooked his lips and smiled lightly.

He opened his hands, and drops of blood burst out from the bodies of the eight people, lined up obediently, and melted into Gu Xinglu's body from the palms.

At this time, Gu Xinglu's eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red. He stood in the air with his arms spread out, blood dripping towards him, and the eight people surrounding him were reduced to ashes in an instant.

Gu Xinglu felt the turbulent spiritual energy in his body, sighed in satisfaction, looked around with his eyes, and the crowd watching with their spiritual sense from far away subconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, he was like a demon from hell.

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