"It seems that in order to survive and resources, the monks fight each other with wind and sand poisonous insects in the dala land are even more than that..."

Seeing the corpse blown to his feet by the wind and sand, even his fingers were cut off. The death was miserable, Zilong couldn't help but stop and sigh.

Zilong can even figure out the cause of death of the deceased. As the saying goes, an ordinary man is guilty of having a treasure without any sin. In the dala without any restraint, he lives better than others and gains more opportunities than others, which may be a sin.

Zilong found that he was completely overwhelmed with concern before entering the slums. Although there were no fewer monks entering the slums, the number of people who died here for various reasons also reached an astonishing number, and the degree of disaster was no less than a sudden outbreak of a plague in the slums.

Looking at Zilong's sighing with emotion, the ghost in the black ring came toward him, with a tone that was no big deal:

"The path to cultivation is very dangerous, and it is even more so for the lowest-level low-level monks. For a little bit of cultivation resources like Scorpion, many low-level monks can fight to the death. In the world of cultivators, low-level monks are as humble as dust, and their lives are cheaper than grass. The cruelty of the world of cultivation is far beyond your cognition. If you see more, you will be used to it..."

Zilong dared not agree with the ghost's words, but he also refuted silently.

Zilong was not a sentimental person, but when one corpse after another appeared in his vision, Zilong felt a little depressed.

Even if the fourth-level monk is not a master in the outside world, he is already an existence that ordinary people look up to. In a small acre of small land and a small city, he is also a domineering place. Even if he doesn’t respond to it, he is still majestic.

However, it may be as Ghost said, in the world of cultivators, whether it is a first-level monk or a fourth-level monk, there is actually no difference between them, and they are all as humble as dust.

And in this dala, these low-level monks were like ants under the sun, dead or alive, as if they had no effect on this world. They even used it as fertilizer to pickle this land.

It is gradually submerged by endless wind and sand, and the bones are sunk to the bottom of the stone sand. It is corroded by time and buried by yellow sand. This is the destination of most low-level monks entering the dala.

But even though he knew this, there were still low-level monks who continued to pour into the dala.

When the opportunity comes to a day and makes a big splash, this may be the obsession of most low-level monks entering this place.

After all, they are different from the "princes" of clans, aristocratic families, and royal families. Although they are born with hands, the "princes" only need to stretch out their palms and the cultivation resources will come.

And they not only have to stretch their arms and fingers, but also occasionally raise their toes. If they are unlucky standing on the edge of a cliff, their feet are too strong and they will die if they fall down.

The sound of wind and sand sweeping stones in my ears continued to stop. Zilong looked at his hands and his eyes were solemn.

Zilong remembered the look of Qing Bingzhi looking at him in the monster forest outside the city of Daluo that day.

There is contempt in disdain.

Zilong couldn't help but feel that perhaps in Qing Bingzhi's eyes at that time, he was really a speck of dust, and he was afraid of being dirty if he killed him...

"Dust... This grain of dust of mine is willing to turn into the wind and sand that has no chance of a drought desert. Let the sun and the moon be light and the sky and the earth be the same!"

After saying a word, Zilong's eyes were firm. He stalked his head and stepped out of the corpse.

The world of cultivation is good or evil. Even if the thick smog covers three feet of sunshine, it cannot cover the youth's spirit.

If you have to step on the corpse and wear a blood-stained robe to reach the peak, Zilong will not hesitate to take ten steps of the blood sword and the sea of ​​corpses under his feet, and you will also let the Qing family and Bo family members see what he said on the Shetuocheng arena that day, no!

He pushed the Bo family to the sky, and then chopped the Yunwang Mountain of Qing family. Zilong never forgot the words in Shetuo City that day...

However, before Zilong could walk two steps away, several monks suddenly emerged from the underground sand, surrounding Zilong tightly.

These are five monks at the peak of the fourth level. They hold various weapons, with either teasing or smugness on their faces, but they have the same greedy eyes in their eyes.

They looked at Zilong's tender face and the storage ring at Zilong's fingertips, as if a group of hungry wolves saw a lonely fat sheep, their eyes shining, making people shudder.

I saw a strong man with a scar on his shoulders and said with a slutty smile:

"Hahahaha, after killing this kid, I just happened to get twenty storage rings. Brothers can finish the work!"

"You have a break, this kid asks me to come. I don't want the nineteen storage rings before. I just want this kid!" said the thick man with a big axe in his hand, and said loudly.

However, as soon as the voice of the man with thick skin fell, the voices of other people's dissatisfaction came:

"Pick up all the things you can bully, you think it's beautiful!"

"You think we're all blind!"

"What are you old!"

"I have put in the most effort before, and this kid's storage ring is mine!"

...

Everyone was fighting, but finally decided to use punching to determine the outcome. The winner took the lead and could slaughter the young man and get his storage ring.

These people slashed their fists and completely hung Zilong aside, as if in their eyes, the young child could not escape from their palms.

These five peak-level monks at the fourth level have been staying in this desert for many days. Even if they know the way out of the desert for no reason, they have never walked out of here. They have never met this place before, but because of the same odor, they hit it off in the fight and formed a fury.

The five of them joined forces to find single monks in this drought-out desert to siege and kill, and then seize the storage rings and treasures on them.

With the joint efforts of the five of them, even some low-level monks who were hugging each other could not escape the poisonous hands and were killed by them.

The methods of snatching objects and killing people are cruel. They are even more cruel than those of Lu Keng and Zhang Shipeng, who are notorious as gangsters as notorious.

People in the Central Plains love their reputations and are not ashamed of cultivating bandits. But in this place where birds do not shit, these people killed and robbed people, even if they return in the name of chivalrous, no one knows what they did in the dala land.

Wearing a chivalrous coat, doing something more shameless than a cultivator. In this sacrificial dala where people eat people, the cruelty and sinister world of cultivation is fully revealed...

Among the corpses Zilong saw before, there were many monks who had their fingers cut and died tragically. There were many "good things" done by these people.

In one month, these five people had already intercepted and killed nearly thirty cultivators, and had won nineteen storage rings of slightly grade, which was a great harvest.

However, none of the storage rings they took were like the storage rings worn by Zilong, and were the top-grade Xuan-level ones.

This caused the keen eyes of these people. They were very happy. They did not expect to catch such a fat sheep before they could leave the drought desert.

Compared to the excitement of these people, Zilong's performance was much calmer.

Zilong glanced at the group of monks who suddenly appeared with a frown. Looking at the five people who were making noise and chewing fists, he turned his face unhappily, avoided the place where the five people were and walked to the other side.

The five people who were noisy naturally noticed Zilong's movements. The strong man with a scar on his face moved in an instant. He held a long knife in his hand and blocked Zilong's way.

"Boy, I advise you not to move around, maybe you can leave a whole body!" The strong man with a scar on his face came loudly and intimidated Zilong.

The scar man was already angry because he had just lost the punching and was very upset. However, Zilong's reply the next moment directly ignited the man's anger.

Zilong said in a blank expressionless manner, saying in a plain tone:

"roll."

Zilong said it in one word, which made the scarred man glar angrily.

"Boy, see if I cut you into meat paste!"

The scar man raised his knife and was aggressive, and he was about to split Zilong in half with just one knife.

However, the scar man's knife had not fallen, and the man with the animal skin just now shouted:

"You fucking put down your knife, I won! This kid is mine!"

The scar man stopped the knife when he heard the sound, and after a snorted, he put away the long knife in discomfort and walked to the side.

Looking at the scar man who was humming and looked unhappy, the beast-skinned man smiled and stepped forward, haha, and carrying a big axe to Zilong.

However, before the beast-skinned man could speak, Zilong's low voice came:

"Seeing away from my eyes in three seconds, otherwise I will die!"

Ran Zilong's voice did not attract these people's attention. Everyone was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"Wow, what a big tone!"

"I'm scared! Hahaha!"

...

Zilong opened his mouth indifferently and began to count.

"one……"

Seeing Zilong Zhen counting, the scared man shook his head and chuckled:

"Hehe, boy, I'll give you three seconds. Kneel down and beg me, I'll leave you all..."

However, before the beast-skinned man finished speaking, the smile on his lips disappeared under the sword that was shaking past in front of him.

I saw that when Zilong finished speaking three times, the double gravity of the magnetic bracelet was released, and Zhufengliu danced his sword flew out of Zilong's storage ring with a whistling momentum!

The flying sword burst out, and in a flash, the sword of Zhufengliu danced through the body of the man with a beast skin!

The big axe on the shoulder of the man with beast skin slid to the ground. With a low roar and an incredible thrilling look, the man with beast skin fell to the ground.

Snap instantly!

However, the distance between two steps, under the control of Zilong's thoughts, the Zhufengliu Dance Sword, which produced the sword soul, flew out of the storage ring, and ended the life of the man with lightning.

Looking at the man with animal skins who was killed instantly, everyone including the man with scars was inhaled. The heart, which was relaxed and happy for a moment, was as if it was beaten by the stormy waves, causing a thousand layers of waves!
Chapter completed!