The dark earth is filled with blood. The secret realm of purgatory, the devil world, the demon world, and the three realms of China 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 front line of the battlefield. Zhou Jin slowly stepped out of the palace and looked at the sleepy land in front of him silently. Rejecting the invitation to form a team, Zhou Jin set foot on the battlefield alone. He came for the sword, for the enlightenment between life and death, and for the World Realm. As an intermediate formation master, he should be the darling of the battlefield, but Zhou Jin didn't want to. He only wants the sword, and just wants to be stronger and stronger.
The battlefield is not a battlefield. An oversight on the battlefield can mean life or death. Holding the knife, Zhou Jin walked silently like this. As an intermediate formation master, he has a sense that ordinary people cannot describe. He can detect a radius of ten miles. The demons ambushing three miles ahead were like the moon in the dark night, particularly bright.
The three demon clans formed an encirclement and were separated by one 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 one step. The sword's art has been the emperor's domination for thousands of years, and so is the name of the sword. The sword cares about one being fast, one being steady, and the other ruthless. Looking at the three people on the opposite side, Zhou Jin grasped the opportunity to meet the demon in the middle before the opponent surrounded them.
Fighting, the demons in front of them looked at the approaching Zhou Jin and slowly drew out the magic sword without saying a word. Everyone knew what it meant to step on this battlefield. Meeting was a matter of life and death. What's more, as long as there is a stick of incense, fellow clan members will surround you. However, like a white horse passing by, Zhou Jin, who exploded in an instant, 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, it was just a sharp sword, and it could be seen that he was a novice. Qing Wuwei smiled, and it seemed that the head was determined.
When the battle broke out instantly, Zhou Jin knew that what he lacked was experience, but wasn't that what he came for? Looking at the teasing eyes of the demons opposite him, Zhou Jin smiled. It seemed that he was already a piece of cake in the eyes of others. Lifting the knife up, feeling the two people surrounding him, Zhou Jin's knife became heavier, more stable, and faster. This feeling of concentration of energy and spirit made Zhou Jin unable to stop. The improvement in strength was like poison. , is addictive. Zhou Jin became 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 it felt great, and he liked this feeling. After performing a horizontal and vertical stance, Zhou Jin slowly distanced himself, "Oh, that one with the horns, I will come again." Then he pulled away. The three of them, who were unexpected, never thought that the crazy person they fought before would retreat, so they could only watch Zhou Jin retreat, 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 bloody clothes of his companions beside him, silently. Not to mention that he couldn't kill one of the three, and he was covered in glory, but he was facing a rookie. He really had nothing to say, it was such a slap in the face. "If you encounter this guy in the future, take a detour." Qing Wuxing said without energy. It's not easy to mess around on the battlefield here. It seems like we need to change places, or practice a combination attack like the Three Talents Formation? With this in mind, 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 Huan Huan's last move today, he might have fallen asleep. It seems that sometimes it is better to be calmer on the battlefield. After all, your life is yours, and it is only one life. There is no place to cry if you die.
Pulling off his inner armor and looking at the criss-crossing wounds, Zhou Jin smiled. Didn't he have any capital or preparation to go to the battlefield easily? Do you really think I'm stupid? Those three bastards still thought that they were the Confucian clothes with the protective array on them. How 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 boundless. 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 technique can be advanced deeper. It seems that I need to put some pressure on myself, Zhou Jin thought silently.
Zhou Jin was a person who would do whatever he thought of, and immediately came out with the knife. The demon clan has an army system that consists of groups of three to five. Centurions and thousands of captains, in that ethnic group where strength is respected, means the strong.
There are also military camps in Tianxia City. Yun Jin, who has just arrived, knows that she 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 can only 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, feeling the scars gradually fading on her body, and smiled as she looked at the skin without any scars all over her body. Putting on the jade crown and robe, feeling the endless smell of blood on her body, Zhou Jin knew that she no longer needed to go to the battlefield. Today's battlefield can no longer put pressure on myself. It's time to practice piano and make tea to get rid of the smell of blood. After quietly meditating on the Immortal Kingship and savoring the ups and downs of more than two years, the second level of physical training in the World Realm quietly opened its door.
Fortunately, there were many elixirs at the beginning, and after entering the second realm, body-training potions were not uncommon. Zhou Jin, who changed to the medicinal bath, practiced like a hermit in Tianxia City. After three years, Zhou Jin can no longer feel the smell of blood in his whole body. He is wearing elegant Confucian clothes, wearing a jade crown on his head, and holding the feather fan that Emperor Ba has transformed into for thousands of years. He is such a figure as rich as jade. In her narcissism, Zhou Jin has long forgotten what shame is.
"Come back?" "Yes, Master Yan." Yan Zixu looked up and down and nodded and said, "It's okay, let's go down." Zhou Jin bowed and slowly stepped back. He knew that the Yanshi did not take notice of his cultivation. The Yanshi was happy because he recognized that this was a bloody road. The most important 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 see the way forward. It's time to go out for a walk. Most of the disciples of the academy travel 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 drifted over. Looking at Zhou Jin in front of him, Li Si put aside his practice and asked happily: "How was it going to the secret realm of Purgatory this time? How was the harvest?"
"Not bad, how's your practice of the Blue Sea Tide Technique going?" Zhou Jin replied. "You've advanced a lot. You didn't come empty-handed, right?" "Don't worry, I made a special trip to Zhongzhou before coming here. This time I got 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 with him. ." Hearing this, Li Si smiled and said nothing more.
