The dark earth is filled with blood. The secret realm of Purgatory, the Demon Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Divine Realm are connected. From the moment it borders this secret realm, it is accompanied by a bloody storm. This secret realm that can only be entered from the World Realm has become a place for training disciples and ethnic groups from all walks of life.

It is an excellent place, and the elites of all races come out of every battlefield. Three years, three years later, you will be qualified to say that you want to leave. Before that, if you die, you can only die in this secret realm.

Tianxia City, the secret city where the Confucian sect Tianxia is stationed, is one of the thirty human cities on the battlefield. Zhou Jin slowly stepped out of the palace and looked at the sleepy land in front of him in silence. He declined the invitation to form a team, and Zhou Jin was alone.

one person

When he set foot on the battlefield, he came for the sword, for the enlightenment between life and death. As an intermediate formation master, he should be the darling of the battlefield, but Zhou Jin didn't want to, he only came for the sword, just to be stronger.

Points, one point stronger.

The battlefield is not a battlefield. An oversight on the battlefield can mean life or death. Holding the knife, Zhou Jin walked silently. As an intermediate formation master, he has an indescribable perception. He can detect an area of ​​ten miles. There is an ambush three miles ahead.

The demons are like the moon in the dark night, particularly bright.

The three demon clans formed an encirclement and were separated by a mile. It seemed that they were coming towards him. Zhou Jin smiled. For Zhou Jin who had just stepped into the World Realm, they looked like powerful enemies. However, Zhou Jin

I don’t want to retreat, I don’t want to retreat even a step. The sword technique is Emperor Ba Qianqiu, and the name of the sword is the same. The sword cares about one being fast, one being steady, and the other ruthless. Looking at the three people opposite, Zhou Jin seized the opportunity to meet the one in the middle before the opponent surrounded them.

Demon clan.

Fighting, the demons in front of them looked at the approaching Zhou Jin and slowly drew out the demon sword without saying a word. Everyone knows what it means to step on this battlefield. Meeting is life or death. What's more, as long as a stick of incense is used, the same clan will surround him.

However, like a white horse passing by, Zhou Jin burst out in an instant.

It still caught him off guard. He had to admit that the knife was very fast. If he hadn't distanced himself at the last moment, it wouldn't have been just a wound on his chest. However, the knife was just fast. It could be seen that he was a novice.

Qing Wuwei smiled, it seemed that the head was decided.

Zhou Jin, who broke out in an instant, knew that what he lacked was experience, but wasn't that why he came here? Looking at the teasing eyes of the demons opposite him, Zhou Jin smiled, and it seemed that he was already someone in the eyes of others.

It’s time to serve the dishes. I raised the knife and felt it

With the two people surrounding them, Zhou Jin's sword became heavier, more stable, and faster. This feeling of energy and spirit united into one made Zhou Jin unable to stop. The increase in strength was like poison, it was addictive.

Jin was addicted to this gesture and gradually went crazy.

A sudden bone-piercing wound made Zhou Jin gradually come back to his senses. The Confucian robe on his body had long been dyed red and was in tatters. Looking at the three demons opposite who were also decorated, Zhou Jin smiled and had to

He said that it was very enjoyable to fight, and he liked this feeling.

After crossing the border, Zhou Jin slowly distanced himself, "Oh, that one with the horns, I will come again." Then he pulled away. The three of them who did not expect it could not have imagined that such a crazy person as they fought before would

He retreated, so he could only watch helplessly as Zhou Jin retreated, unable to catch up.

After coming back to his senses, Qing Wujiang looked at the scars all over his body, and then looked at the tattered blood-colored clothes of his companions beside him, speechless. Not to mention that he couldn't kill any of the three, and he was covered in paint, but opposite him was a rookie.

I really have nothing to say, it’s so embarrassing

"Let's take a detour if we meet this guy in the future." Qing Wuxing said unmotivated. It's not easy to mess around on the battlefield here. It seems like you need to change places, or practice a combination attack like the Sancai Formation? Is that so?

Thinking about it, the three of them slowly retreated.

After returning to Tianxia City, Zhou Jin took out the medicine and began to heal himself. If it hadn't been for the last illusionary move today, he might have fallen down. It seems that sometimes it is better to be calmer on the battlefield. After all, your life is your own.

, there is only one thing, there is no place to cry even if you die.

Pulling off the inner armor on his body and looking at the criss-crossing wounds, Zhou Jin smiled. He didn't have any capital or preparations to go to the battlefield easily? Do you really think I'm stupid? Those three bastards still thought that they were the ones wearing the armor.

The Confucian clothes with the protective array are really funny.

Three months, it only took Zhou Jin three months to go from a rookie to the current level. Now his sword is fast, hard, and stable. There are few demons in the same level who can rival him. After being fed by blood, his style is unlimited and has no boundaries.

With the capital to run rampant on the battlefield.

However, for Zhou Jin, all this is not enough. He feels that his sword can be faster and more stable, and his sword skills can be advanced deeper. It seems that he needs to put some pressure on himself, Zhou Jin thought silently.

Zhou Jin was a person who would do whatever he thought of, and immediately came out with his sword. The demon clan has an army system of small and large groups. Centurions and commanders of thousands, in that ethnic group where strength is respected, it means the strong.

There is also a military camp in Tianxia City. Yun Jin, who has just arrived, knows that he does not have the strength to enter the meat grinder-like battlefield of the military camp. However, now Zhou Jin no longer feels the pressure among those stragglers. If he wants to become stronger, he has to go there.

, where he can feel the growth of strength.

Two and a half years later, in Tianxiachengnan District, Zhou Jin was soaking in a medicinal bath and felt the scars gradually fading on her body. She smiled at the skin without any scars all over her body. She put on a jade crown and a robe and felt

With the endless smell of blood on his body, Zhou Jin knew that he

There is no need to go to the battlefield anymore. Today's battlefield can no longer put pressure on myself. It's time to practice the piano and make tea. It's time to get rid of the smell of blood. Meditate on the immortal kingship, appreciate the wind and rain of more than two years, and come to the world.

The second level of physical training quietly opened its door.

Fortunately, there were many elixirs at the beginning, and after entering the second realm, it was not uncommon to find body-training drugs. After changing the medicinal bath, Zhou Jin practiced like a hermit in Tianxia City. After the three-year period, Zhou Jin's whole body was now

never feel again

I can't feel the slightest smell of blood. She is dressed in elegant Confucian clothes, wearing a jade crown on her head, and holding the feather fan that the Emperor Ba has transformed into for thousands of years. What a figure as rich as jade. The narcissistic Zhou Jin has long forgotten what shame is.

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"Come back?" "Yes, Master Yan." Yan Zixu looked up and down and nodded and said, "It's not bad, let's go down." Zhou Jin bowed and slowly stepped back. He knew that his cultivation level was

The teacher didn't take it seriously. He was happy because he realized that this was a bloody road. The most valuable thing for a person is self-knowledge.

There are countless classics in the Academy, but the most precious thing is to teach you how to know the way forward. It's time to go out for a walk. Most of the disciples of the Academy have traveled around the world, and there are many who have never returned to the Academy for hundreds of years.

Daqi Dynasty, Qingzhou, Hejian Mansion, Tianfeng City, Shili Gallery, looking at the gorgeous shipyards along the river, Zhou Jin came floating in. Looking at Zhou Jin in front of him, Li Si put down his practice and asked happily: "This time

How was it going to the secret realm of purgatory, and what was the harvest?"

"Not bad, how are you practicing the Blue Sea Tide Technique?" Zhou Jin replied. "You've made a lot of progress. You don't come empty-handed, right?" "Don't worry, I made a special trip to Zhongzhou before coming here.

, this time I won a hundred bottles of Zui Qingfeng.”

"Hundred bottles? You're not giving that damn old man a way to live." "I exchanged it for level 4 figs in advance. Let that damn old man wait slowly. If I can't defeat him, I'll still be disgusted by him.
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