Sure enough, the power of the murderous filament was even more powerful than three points. Zhong Yuan felt that if he had not summoned the six incarnations to defend the formation immediately, this sword would have been enough to cut through the Liangyi** dust dust frame diagram, causing his origin to be damaged again.

"Good guy, what exactly is this? It can actually hurt the Liangyi** dust wave diagram. Could it be that this thin thread is a treasure?"

While Zhong Yuan was thinking, he shouted loudly, "I have enough strength, please stop at the senior!"

As soon as this statement came out, a "brush" sounded, and a long rainbow flew from the city lord's mansion, instantly covering it, and then recycled it, leading it out of the murderous world.

It’s not that Zhong Yuan could not continue to resist, but that the current situation was already the limit of his original strength. With the six incarnations, he could pass the level, but it would also make the monks in the Demon Slaughter City over-elevate his situation. At that time, if there are any dangerous tasks, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be assigned to him.

What he needs is the experience that suits him or not. Although he can also experience it, he has achieved half the result with twice the effort and wasted a lot of time.

And time is exactly what he lacks.

After Zhong Yuan landed again, he found that he had already arrived in a very large courtyard, and the huā garden not far away was full of wonders, competing for beauty and gorgeousness.

These huās were obviously not for the sake of good-lookingness, because when Zhong Yuan smelled the huā fragrance, he clearly felt that the unique suppression force exerted on him by the Shura battlefield had been reduced a lot.

"Well, this huā is really useful in this Shura battlefield!"

"Since I can see that it is good, I'll give you ten flowers!"

The sudden sound made Zhong Yuan's heart shock immediately. He turned his head slightly, but he saw a pavilion not far from the left. In the pavilion, two old men were playing chess.

When that was the case, Zhong Yuan's heart was shocked again. Because there was nothing in his previous sense. He did not dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly walked forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Zhong Yuan came to the Shura battlefield for training with his mentor. Please accept it!"

"Aren't we already accepting it?" On the left, the man in red, black face, short beard and slightly fat spoke.

When he spoke, Zhong Yuan knew that his previous words of giving huā were from his mouth.

When Zhong Yuan heard this, he stopped talking and stood quietly aside, watching the two of them playing chess. Gradually, he felt that a sway in front of him, and the chessboard had disappeared, but he was in a vast wilderness, with two army of cultivators fighting.

The heaven and earth, magic weapons, magic powers, magic spells, flying swords, intersect each other, forming thousands of brilliant colors, brilliance, and, but the howling of the fallen makes it understand that this brilliance is created at the cost of death.

At the beginning, he was just a watcher. I don’t know when he started, but he also participated in it and fought with every monk.

After a while, he was in a daze again, and the chessboard reappeared. Everything before him was like a dream. However, his body, spirit, and double fatigue made him understand that everything just now was definitely not a dream or an illusion, but an extremely real situation.

"You are not bad. Now, it is rare to have a young man who is as patient as polite as you! You stood there for a long time, but we didn't treat anything. It's too rude. However, there is nothing else here, there is only one cup of tea, just let's just let it go!" The black-faced man spoke again at this time.

When Zhong Yuan heard this, he did not refuse. He took the teacup and drank it all in one go.

After drinking it, Zhong Yuan thought to himself, "It's really worthy of being a pure tea, it's really bland, not even a slight taste, and there is no difference between it and Baishui."

However, his heartless emotion had not yet appeared on his face from the depths of his heart. Suddenly, a huge torrent of water emerged from the sky in his body. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into every inch of flesh and bones, every inch of flesh and bones.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

The flesh and blood, bones all over the body trembled unconsciously, and even the sound of explosion could be vaguely heard. This situation did not last long, but only for a short moment. However, after it disappeared, Zhong Yuan found that all his fatigue had completely disappeared.

Not only that, he also felt that his current state was unprecedentedly good, extremely relaxed and extremely relaxed. This ease and pleasure was not only reflected in his **, but also in his natal spirit.

At this time, Zhong Yuan didn't know that the tea he just drank was a rare spiritual medicine. Although he had no other feelings than his recovery of his state, he could understand that the Jinxian True Lord, and it was not something given by the ordinary Jinxian True Lord, could not be simple.

At that moment, I hurriedly bowed to thank me, "Thank you for your gift, I am ashamed of receiving it!"

"If you feel guilty, just use the merits of killing the alien race to make up for it!" The black-faced monk waved his hand and replied with a smile.

Then, his face suddenly condensed and he said, "I know that you are the candidate emperor's son of the Imperial Court, but here, your identity has no effect at all. Everything depends on your own strength and merits.

You performed well before, and the ten-level killing test, you actually entered the ninth level. Although you have not successfully entered, it also shows your strength and potential. This will bring you a very good start in the Shura battlefield. However, whether you can continue to maintain it in the future requires disdainful efforts and battles. Hopefully, you don’t let me down.”

"I must remember what I have said in my five-point range, and I will never forget it at all!" Zhong Yuan replied immediately.

"Okay, then that's it!" The black-faced monk swung his hand and a stream of light shot out, "This is the reward you have won for testing goodness. Go back and see slowly! By the way, you can pick ten of those huās at will, which is good for you!"

"Thank you!" Zhong Yuan didn't say much. After thanking him again, he left and picked ten flowers when he passed by the huā garden.

The ten flowers he picked did not deliberately choose the best, nor did he pretentiously look for the worst quality, but chose the ten flowers at the middle level.

He had sensed that each of the strange huās at the middle level, with a little sacrifice and practice, and wearing them on his body, could completely offset the suppression of Shura laws on the Shura battlefield. For monks of his level, it can be said that they are the most suitable.

Of course, he came here for the sake of experience, but he would not wear such things. However, now he is in a poor and careless moment. He believes that without wealth here, it is also impossible. Therefore, with this, he has some background.

Zhong Yuan didn't know the road to leave this courtyard, but he was not in a hurry. His eyes on life and death opened and he watched from all over the place. He found the path very easily.

When he stepped out of the courtyard, he found that there were many monks waiting for him outside the door. As soon as he came out, he surrounded him.

"Zhong Emperor Zi, you should have a hard bone Lingxiao! Sell it to me. My price is absolutely fair. One of the eight thousand merits is how?"

"You dare to say justice even if you are eight thousand. Wang Heixin, your heart is indeed dark enough. I will give you ten thousand merits. How about it? This is already very fair. It must be noted that this is equivalent to killing ten Shura masters at the top of the celestial immortals!"

"I'll add another five hundred and sell it to me!"

"I'll pay 10,000 yuan and sell it to me!"

"I see that Emperor Zhong seems to suppress a Taichu invisible sword, and Emperor Zhong is unparalleled in physical form and his sword skills seem to be not good at it. Why not sell it to me! I am willing to make 300,000 merits!"

With a few words and talking, Zhong Yuan's ears were filled with a lot of calls for bids.

However, this made him more sure that the Qihuā, known as the Hard Bone Lingxiao in his hand, was a good thing. He did not intend to leave all these Hard Bone Lingxiao. For him, he had to spare a copy at a critical moment, and the rest were all sold. However, now, he was distorted and was not familiar with anything. He was selling it here and was definitely at a loss. When that was the case, he had to speak up and refuse for the time being.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the robe transformed from the dust-filled dust pattern on his body spontaneously generated white mist, as if something had hit him. When that was the case, his eyes swept, and found that there were two palms, one left and one right, before he reached his sleeve.

When this happened, Zhong Yuan was furious because he knew very well that the owner of these two palms had only one purpose, that was, to steal the treasures he had on him.

The two of them also found that their actions were exposed and quickly stopped. However, how could Zhong Yuan make him do what he wants? Before his thoughts were moved, the white mist derived from the dust dust pattern of the Liangyi ** was tightly locked the two palms in front of him. At this time, Zhong Yuan was exhausted and the two of them were pulled out together.

The people present seemed to have understood this situation a long time ago, so they were not surprised. Among them, one of them said directly, "Prince Zhong, these two are the servants of Lie Tianyang Xiaozhenjun of Yan Shenzong. Their secret technique of stealing has also made great contributions to my Nantian. They are just to hone their own magical powers!"

"Oh? So, will the items they stole are returned?" Zhong Yuan was stunned at first, and then asked again.

"This, if found, will be returned, and it will be returned twice!" the man said again.

"Then this is not called hardening, it's stealing! I don't care how others are tolerant. You're not allowed to commit crimes on my head!" As he spoke, white mist on Zhong Yuan's body surged out like a tide, and instantly, he swallowed the two of them.

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