Murong Tuo was still talking to himself, muttering and wondering what he said, but walked into someone outside the practice room, to be precise, a monk.

"Senior Brother Fenghou, please sit here." Wu Wangjin looked much older than the person who came in, but because his cultivation was not as good as others, he could only call the other party a senior brother.

The Marquis looks only about thirty years old on the surface, and he is considered a monkey. Although he is not very handsome, he is not ugly, but the temperament of the cultivator is definitely not comparable to that of the disciples here.

When Murong Tuo saw Feng Hou entering the door, he woke up from his trance and hurriedly closed his mouth and dared not speak.

Feng Hou sat at the top, then coughed gently and said, "All the students here are the elites of the outer disciples. This time you were asked to come because the annual Gate of Purgatory is about to be opened. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the superiors decided to let you in and hone in, which will be of great help to you break through to the cultivator realm."

"What is the Gate of Purgatory?" someone asked in confusion.

"This explanation is quite complicated. I will just briefly talk about it here. You can go to the library to check the information afterwards." Fenghou said lightly, "In ancient times, there was a glorious period on earth's cultivation world. At that time, there were heavenly courts, three religions in the middle, and underworlds. It was extremely prosperous. However, for some reason, this glorious period was suddenly interrupted, and the heavenly courts, the underworld, and the three religions disappeared one after another. It was hundreds of years ago, my seniors of Shangqing Sect accidentally discovered fragments of the underworld in the cracks in the star field. This fragment was the third floor of the eighteen levels of hell in the past. The ghosts and ghosts in these three layers still existed, and formed a strict level area. It was a good place for training. So the seniors transformed these three layers of hell and made it an excellent place for Shangqing Sect disciples."

"In this way, the Gate of Purgatory is the teleportation array that enters these three levels of hell?" Wang Hui asked. In fact, he was already very interested in the place when he heard the word "yin soul", because his tiger king armor and bone bags were very needed to be sacrificed and nourished by the old Yin souls.

"That's right, the minimum condition for entering the Gate of Purgatory is the Martial Arts realm, the ninth level of Martial Arts. You can go back and prepare well. After waiting for the Gate of Purgatory to open, you can set off." Feng Hou nodded and said.

"Senior Brother Fenghou, can you tell us how effective this experience is? " Xue Bingyi suddenly asked with a very scented smile.

The Fenghou seemed to be unable to resist the temptation of beauty, so he was stunned for a moment before saying: "If the martial artists in the Martial Arts stage could last for a month in the weakest level of the third level of hell, they would definitely be able to reach the cultivator realm after they came out, let alone the Martial God stage."

"So amazing!" Not only Xue Bingyi, even Wang Hui was a little surprised when he heard Feng Hou's answer. After all, from the Martial Arts to the cultivator realm, it is not possible to break through just by practicing. It also requires sudden enlightenment and opportunity. It seems that the three levels of hell are really not simple, and you have to go in once.

"Not only that, the sect will also reward disciples who perform well in hell, including many good things such as magic weapons and psychic elixirs. You must work hard." Fenghou said again.

"That's great. I, Wu Cizi, will definitely stick to it for a month and break through to the cultivator realm." Suddenly, the arrogant warrior who led Wang Hui to the practice room before stood up and clenched his fists and said.

After saying this, he looked at Xue Bingyi again and said, "Miss Xue, you said that if anyone among our group of outer disciples breaks through to the cultivator realm first, you can marry him, right?"

Xue Bingyi smiled and said, "That's right, but there is another request you haven't forgotten before that, right?"

Wu Cizi nodded and said, "Of course not. I will launch an honorary challenge to Wang Hui now!"

"I remember that the honor challenge can only be initiated by a low level to a high level. Wu Cizi, you are already in the Ninth Martial Arts Stage, and if I remember correctly, Wang Hui is only a warrior in the Eighth Divine Arts Stage, right?" Wu Wangjin didn't want anyone to challenge in his practice room.

"He has not reached the Ninth Level Martial Extreme Period, why did he come to attend this meeting?" Feng Hou asked frowned, obviously a little unhappy.

"Senior brother calm down. This is the designated by Senior Sister Liu Yun. It is said that the person who entered the Gate of Purgatory this time must add Wang Hui. I dare not disobey it." Wu Wangjin said with a wry smile.

"Senior Sister Liu Yun..." When Fenghou heard that it was someone Liu Yun ordered, he didn't dare to say anything. The gap in strength was too big. Unless he didn't want to make a fuss, he would definitely not dare to challenge Liu Yun.

"Okay, since you can't launch an honorary challenge, then you can do it. Wang Hui is the one who can come back alive from the Demon Refining Island. He won't even have the courage to do so, right?" Wu Cizi said, and deliberately looked at Wang Hui, obviously intending to provoke.

Hearing this, Wang Hui laughed secretly, thinking that I was worried that I hadn't found a suitable partner to practice. I just became a warrior in the Martial God Stage, and I don't know what the actual combat is. Let's start the operation with you kid today.

Without waiting for Wu Cizi to say anything, Wang Hui waved directly and said, "This place is the old dean's training room for fighting. Come on, let me see how many skills you have, and you dare to shout at me in public here."

"So brave!" Wu Cizi shouted softly, raised his hand, and a magic sword flowing with green light appeared in his hand.

He held the magic sword in his hand and stepped on the floor. He ran seven steps forward. A dark red fire lit up on the magic sword, and then directly stabbed Wang Hui's chest.

Wang Hui just smiled faintly, and even the whirlwind dagger was useless. He just raised his right hand and easily clamped Wu Cizi's magic sword like iron pliers. The burning flame was extinguished by him.

"I dare to show off my tricks, but I don't know how to show off my life or death!" Wang Hui shouted coldly, and with force on his hand, the magic sword broke one after another. Then he kicked Wu Cizi directly and more than ten meters away, and directly stuck it on the wall in a large shape, blew blood from his mouth.

"Ah, when did this kid become so powerful? It seems that he is not as powerful as the eighth level magical skill stage, but rather the strength of the martial god." Xue Bingyi covered his mouth in surprise, but the surprised voice still sounded in the practice room.

Wang Hui smiled evilly and looked at Wu Cizi who was sliding down from the wall and said, "Boy, you should be glad that the old dean had stopped your honorary challenge before, otherwise I could kill you directly today."

After the battle showed his might, Wang Hui's blood suddenly burst out and felt a momentum burst out from his heart.

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