Zixiao Zhenren came in the air! He stepped in the air and was majestic.

Zixiao's true man robe swung his sleeve and silently chanted a spell. Countless space transfer arrays disappeared instantly. The address outside the gate of the Martial God Temple was also randomly sent to the main peak of the Martial God Peak! The Martial God Peak is very large, with only one main peak, and countless small peaks.

Zixiao Zhenren said to himself: "This time, it depends on the luck of each of you!"

Huhuhuhu... Murong Chen felt the space turbulence of Zixiao's real person formation.

Although Zixiao Zhenren is a formation refiner, his level is still very high. Murong Chen feels that Zixiao Zhenren's formation is still very large, and the space can improve the formation foot and eye, which is very unstable, which leads to a large space turbulence! Murong Chen unfolds his spiritual sense and sees that some disciples outside the Martial God Temple whose martial arts cultivation is slightly lower, some warriors were actually injured by the space turbulence of the formation.

This is the flaw of Zixiao's real person's space transfer formation. A good formation refiner, even if he uses the formation to transfer ordinary people, the human race will not cause damage.

Wow, swow, swow, swow... Countless figures were randomly sent to the main peak of Wushen Peak... The main peak of Wushen Peak is also very large.

After the space formation disappeared, Murong Chen was very alert. When his feet were stepping on the rocks on the Martial God Peak, Murong Chen turned around and swept all around him! He found that there was no warrior with martial arts cultivation higher than that of the Silver Moon Realm! It seemed that he had all been separated from those people.

"The thing that needs to be done the most now is to find the Martial God Space of the Martial God Peak, where is the entrance to the space!"

Murong Chen said to himself.

If Sydney was also by his side, his martial arts awakening talent and his natal divine weapon Sun and Moon Golden Wheel would sense the Martial God Space. He said that the chaotic area should be able to know the specific direction of the Martial God Space, but Sydney is now separated from him.

Murong Chen walked forward carefully.

Now it is the main peak of Wushen Peak, and it is also the interior of Wushen Peak. It is rare for disciples from Wushen Temple to enter here. There are also strange rocks and lush trees! Waterfalls fly, and cranes and birds fly in the sky.

From time to time, the roar of monsters came from the mountains and forests. Murong Chen could feel that these monsters were at least level 4 monsters, or even higher.

Because Wushen Peak has very good cultivation resources, spiritual herbs and medicines are spread all over every mountain on Wushen Peak. Moreover, Wushen Peak has thousands of spiritual veins in heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is particularly strong. These spiritual energy of heaven and earth also provide very good cultivation resources for sales people living here.

In the past, the main peak of the Wushen Peak was only able to enter the Wushen Holy Temple, true disciples and core disciples, and they could enter it once every two years. These disciples regarded entering the Wushen Peak as their own glory.

As a disciple outside the sect, being transferred to the main peak of Wushen Peak is actually a very cruel thing.

If the martial arts cultivation is in the Silver Moon Realm, even if these disciples outside the sect come in, they will become food in the belly of these monsters.

Murong Chen walked forward carefully. The Heaven-Shen Tian Pagoda and the Ancestral Dragon Sword were both on the edges and could be controlled by the spiritual sense at any time, so that the Ancestral Dragon Sword and the Heaven-Shen Tian Pagoda could be used by him.

"That's awful, I forgot something!"

Murong Chen specially refined ten elixirs for the pear.

Take one pill every day to ensure that the pear is basically maintained in his martial arts cultivation. Just now, at the foot of the Wushen Peak, outside the Wushen Peak, I forgot to give the pill to the pear.

"I don't know where Santong Tianhu Xueli, Bu Jingshuang and Jiheng are now!"

Lin Zhen was also randomly teleported to the main peak of Wushen Peak, and was alone, without Murong Chen around you. You really feel that you may die at any time! Lin Zhen simply restrained his breath and walked away a few huge rocks! Bang bang bang bang bang! Lin Zhen used brute force to break several huge rocks.

Although his martial arts cultivation has stagnated and has become a waste, it is still more than enough to smash a few huge rocks with all his strength.

Lin Zhen directly shattered the gravel, hiding the traces and footprints he had been here! He slowly lay in the grass.

Lin Zhen used these huge rock pieces to bury his body, leaving only a little on his head to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Although he cannot be hypocritical, absorbing the rich spiritual energy of the world of the Wushen Peak can also be of some benefit to his body! Lin Zhen hopes that he can hear Murong Chen's voice! If he walks openly on the Wushen Peak, he will be dead. It's okay to meet a disciple outside the Wushen Temple who is loyal to him.

If Lin Zhen meets his elder brother Lin Fei, especially Lin Han, and those who are eyeing him, Lin Zhen has no room for a counterattack. Even if he surrenders, his head will be twisted off immediately.

Lin Zhen absorbed the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and his ears were standing up all the time. He hoped to hear Murong Chen's familiar voice, which might be like a savior to him now.

After arranging everything, Lin Zhen restrained his own cultivation to the best level.

His breathing was also adjusted to the minimum so that he could be discovered by other warriors and monsters! He had heard from his father Lin Qingyang that the monsters of Wushen Peak were very powerful.

Sometimes I also like to eat human martial arts, body and bones! These spiritual bodies and muscles can make these monsters break through more quickly.

Lin Zhen has only one thing to do now, which is to wait.

Outside the Wushen Peak, at the foot of the Wushen Peak Mountain! There are also the southern continent of Wuyang Continent. Many sects are coming one after another. As the most powerful sect in the Southern Continent, the Martial God Temple of the Wushen Peak has opened the Martial God Space. Although the elders and heads of many sects cannot enter the infinite space, it is a very honor to see the Martial God Space open in the Wushen Peak.

Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, said to Elder Qingshan: "Transfer those inner disciples and true disciples to the Martial God Peak!"

The elder Qingshan frowned. He really didn't know why Lin Qingyang didn't abide by the rules of the Martial God Temple this time?

"Head! It seems inappropriate, right?

!”

The elder in blue shirt is in great difficulty.

"Don't worry, do it!"

Lin Qingyang said: "Most of these inner disciples and true disciples are martial arts waste. Some of them are astrayal as martial arts practitioners, resulting in the rupture of meridians. Some of them use evil ways to forcibly break through their martial arts cultivation. Some of them rely on elixirs to quickly improve, which eventually leads to the destruction of their dantian. Their martial arts cultivation level has not reached the Haori realm!"

It is of great importance. Elder Qingshan interrupted the words of the head Lin Qingyang and quickly said: "But these disciples have higher martial arts cultivation than those who trade. If they enter the main peak of the Martial God Peak, will they kill these disciples outside the sect?"

Lin Qingyang smiled slightly: "Most of them are useless, just to have martial arts cultivation. I don't think they are the opponents who have martial arts cultivation talent and have bought disciples!"

"I sent them to the main peak of Wushen Peak. The main purpose is to allow the monsters in charge of Wushen Peak to eat enough!"

Elder Qingshan, after hearing what Lin Qingyang said, his body trembled all over his body. It turned out that the real purpose of the head Lin Qingyang, right?

These Wushen Holy Temple, inner disciples and true disciples, and these waste people gave the monsters on Wushen Peak to serve as snacks for monsters! This is a good life, and these waste disciples treat these waste disciples as food in the belly of the monsters to give gifts! However, these waste disciples are grateful to Lin Qingyang! When they enter the main peak of Wushen Peak, they have certain opportunities, which may change their destiny against the will of heaven, and may also greatly improve their bodies, bloodlines and physical fitness. Moreover, the space of Wushen God has been opened, and they may be able to get the inheritance of the strong.

"Do as I said!"

Elder Qingshan could only obey! Elder Qingshan returned to the Temple of the Martial God and announced the news. All the waste disciples cheered and brought their weapons to the foot of the Wushen Peak! At the same time, Zixiao Zhenren had already prepared the space and teleportation array.

Elder Yang has been standing in front of Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple! Elder Yang's triangular eyes kept blinking, and his hooked nose was also left year after year, thinking that the second young master Lin Han is still unable to do it now.

Lin Han promised Elder Yang that if he could become the head of the Martial God Temple, then Elder Yang would naturally be the great elder of the Martial God Temple! All the useless disciples of the Martial God Temple entered and moved the formation. Their faces were nothing but excitement and expectations! Being able to catch up with the opening of the Martial God Space would be a matter of a pie falling from the sky.

The elder in Qingshan still doesn't understand.

Looking at the frown of the elder Qingshan, Lin Qingyang smiled and said, "How many cultivation resources have these waste disciples occupied by the Martial God Temple?

The salary is also quite high every year! It would be better to send them to the Martial God Peak, which may also inspire them, and perhaps they can come out, the next martial arts demon!"

The elder Qingshan nodded repeatedly. He really didn't expect this. It seems that Lin Qingyang, as the head of the Martial God Temple, is really outstanding.

Elder Yang flattered, "The head of the sect is really wise and wise! Our Martial God Temple will naturally be strong for generations and will always be strong. Moreover, the Ziyang Sect in the Northern Continent is not our opponent!"

Lin Qingyang was quite satisfied and continued: "Mother God Peak, more than a dozen monsters have successfully survived the small sky thunder tribulation! And there is a monster that is almost at the level of a level 9 monster, and it should be to overcome the big sky thunder tribulation!"

Elder Qingshan was thinking in his heart that the professor would be a level 7 monster after the Little Heaven Thunder Tribulation! The level 7 monster is comparable to the human race’s powerful people, and the power and speed of the monsters themselves are stronger than the human race. The level 7 monsters can completely fight against the powerful people in the Zhongtian realm! There are more than a dozen level 7 monsters, which is simply too terrifying.

Lin Qingyang is preparing for the war. Lin Qingyang is not worried about Badao Pavilion. What he is most worried about is the Ziyang Gate in the Northern Continent.

When the time is right, you can also use it for your own use to recover monsters such as Wushen Peak.

Now the elder Qingshan really understands! Why did the head Lin Qingyang ask these waste warriors to take the initiative to clean up?

In fact, I take the initiative to feed these monsters so that these monsters can break through and practice faster! Looking at the excited, useless warriors in the transfer formation, Lin Qingyang, I am helpless! This is the way of martial arts cultivation. Once you become a waste, the only thing waiting for you is an unfair fate.

The space transfer array of Zixiao Zhenren transferred many waste warriors.

Murong Chen walked at the foot of the main peak of Wushen Peak, and always felt that more warriors seemed to have arrived at Wushen Peak.

Moreover, the cultivation of these warriors does not seem to be particularly high.

Because Murong Chen is also a formation refiner, and Lin Zhenbinglong in the dantian has long since perfectly combined the formation refiner's innate magical powers with Murong Chen and the sea of ​​consciousness.

So Murong Chen had a very strong sense.

"Someone!"

Murong Chen stopped gently! He reached out and grabbed the void, and a flash of inspiration in the air, and the Ancestral Dragon Sword was already held by Murong Chen.

A short disciple outside the Wushen Temple rushed out in panic.

When I saw Murong Chen, I was stunned at first! All the disciples outside the Martial God Temple basically knew about Murong Chen's performance in the arena selection competition.

"Murong Chen!"

This short disciple outside the sect felt that he had a misfortune. He met Murong Chen. Isn’t that death? A short disciple outside the sect felt that he was inappropriate, so he quickly changed his words and said, “Mr. Murong, Young Master Murong! Please don’t kill me!”

Murong Chen carefully observed around him. There were indeed no other warriors, and the disciples outside the Zhengming Sect in front of him could not cause any problems for him. His martial arts cultivation has not reached the Silver Moon Realm! Moreover, the specialized warrior was covered in dust. When he ran, he seemed to have even lost his sword! Because Murong Chen only saw a sword sheath on the waist of the warrior, and it was obvious that the sword body had been lost.

"You go!"

Murong Chen doesn't want to kill him either! Killing it is meaningless and may expose himself.

The short-sized warrior was grateful and bowed to Murong Chen repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Murong!"

"Thank you, Mr. Murong!"

The warrior said and retreated, as if he had saved his life.

"wrong!"

Murong Chen discovered that there was a very strong aura and came to him.

It looks like a warrior with a cultivation level in Haori realm.

When competing with Yau Sheng Yijian, Murong Chen discovered that Yau Sheng Yijian had been suppressing his cultivation. It is very likely that his martial arts cultivation had already broken through the Silver Moon Realm and reached the Haori Realm.

Because they are all disciples outside the Martial God Temple below Haori Realm, Murong Chen speculated that it is likely that the Chuangyi sword came.

Roar...a white giant wolf! "It turned out to be a level 7 monster!"

Murong Chen quickly stepped on the Dragon Step! He stepped on the void and stepped on it a few steps away from the ground several feet high.

Level 7 monsters, a Zhongtian realm comparable to human race, are powerful! Murong Chen feels it is very difficult to deal with level 7 monsters! With a click! The short disciple of the Martial God Temple had no chance to shout, and was swallowed by the white giant wolf and in his stomach.

Roar... The white giant wolf roared at Murong Chen!... Lin Fei was very lucky to meet Gu Changfeng! Lin Feng and Gu Changfeng were walking forward, and in the middle of the road, they were stopped by a black-faced warrior! This black-faced warrior was He Hu.

Lin Fei's own martial arts cultivation has also reached the fifth level of the Silver Moon Realm, and with Gu Changfeng around him, he is not very afraid of He Hu.

"He Hu! Are you here to defect to me?"

Lin Fei asked with a proud look on his face.
Chapter completed!