The Hardest Opening System in History

"Cush, go!"

At the end of the last gorge in the Wushan Sea, an agitated southward monk opened his mouth and roared like a crucian carp crossing the river, rushing toward the front exit that looked like a gate to the sky.

It was like a wave of substantive vitality, oscillating and coming from an oncoming impact, making everyone even more deeply yearning for the world beyond the end of this gorge.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the road is such a big, squeezing an old man, is it a bit too bullying?"

A voice of dissatisfaction came from the crowded crowd, and then a young female nun surrounded by the crowd slowed down, turned her head and looked at the very embarrassed old monk lying beside her on the ground, her voice continued. Rumor:

"Old fellow Taoist, are you okay?"

When the voice fell, the young female sister wanted to continue to check, but was stopped by her entourage. Then a middle-aged female sister who was not weak next to her shook her head and whispered in the ear of the former:

"Miss, the core of the Great Profound Land is not safe, even more dangerous than our county. Therefore, it is better to do more than to do less. Let's move on quickly."

The expression of this young girl changed for a while, and after some hesitation, she stopped her steps, and then allowed her entourage to continue forward, just turning her head to look. There was sympathy in the eyes of the old monk behind him.

Sympathy is the most tasteless emotion in Taixuan Land.

Including the old monk who was lying on all fours at this time, none of them had hoped for the sympathy of the other monks.

One monk after another rushed past the old man. Not only was no one supported him, but even stepped on it with a big laugh. After a while, the old monk climbed up from the ground. Coughed a few times.

He was extremely pale in front of him, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, and found a lot of blood stains, and in the night of the gorge where the mountain fell and the ground was cracked, the torrential rain and the wind were stunned, the old monk, who was fainted by the momentum, suffered extremely severe injuries. There is no improvement at this time.

"It's really bad luck."

A voice of pain came from the old monk's mouth, and then he propped up and sat up, shook his painful head, and opened his mouth again with a fierce cough.

The vast coercion of the top-level high-level overhaul is one aspect of the trauma to the flesh, and more importantly, it is the heavy blow to the soul. Now torturing this old monk is the intense pain after the soul is torn apart.

But even at this time, the old monk still tightly grasped the cloth pouch on his chest, because this was the last hope for him and the entire sect behind him.

"damn it."

More and more painful voices continued to be heard from the old monk's mouth, and a sense of anxiety arose in his heart, because his vision of looking ahead had begun to become a little blurred, and the buzzing voice in his mind kept ringing, almost wishing. Head down forward.

Then the old monk stretched out his right hand to support the ground, gasped violently, and lifted his head desperately. With the next breath, on the side of his blurred vision, suddenly a black carriage pulled by a strange beast appeared.

The carriage is not moving forward fast, but it is calm and stable everywhere.

The ground at the exit of the gorge is not level, but if someone observes carefully, you will find that under the wheel of this carriage, whether it is convex or concave, it is smoothed under a mysterious force. Makes the carriage like a flat ground, moving forward steadily.

"Not reconciled, the old man is not reconciled!"

With an unwilling roar, it began to sound from the sea of ​​knowledge that the old monk was torn apart, and then he stared at the carriage with its face getting farther and farther, and his tightly clenched fists almost plunged into the flesh. Finally, he crawled forward a few times and opened his mouth:

"Wait a minute, please wait a minute."

The old monk made a roar with all his strength, hovering in the thin mist, but the carriage in front of him did not stop at all. Then the old man couldn't bear to take off the cloth bag on his chest and opened his mouth to continue roaring:

"The old man is paid, Akashi, high-quality Akashi!"

As soon as the word Akashi came out, the carriage came to a halt slowly.

Then a young man in a black robe jumped out of the carriage, opened his mouth with his big white teeth, smiled and said:

"Our son ordered, I will take you a ride. As for the Akashi reward, it will be avoided."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the old monk who got in the carriage lightly leaned his body on the back of the carriage and took a deep breath, only to feel that his dizzy head became clearer, then he straightened and turned and arched. He handed over, and said with a grateful voice:

"Thank you, this little brother, and the son in the carriage. If there is a chance in the future, the old man will repay him."

"It's just a matter of effort."

Daxia Leizhou is known for his enthusiasm, so Shunzi’s smile is extremely contagious, but the old man did not notice Shunzi’s rare black eyes in the land of the profound mystery. Instead, he coughed lightly and arched his hand in front of him again. Rumor:

"Your effort, to the old man and the shaky sect behind him, is the grace of rebuilding."

After speaking, the old man's old face showed a trace of helplessness, his lips lightly opened, and he continued to speak:

"In fact, at my age, it would not be a pity to leave my life in this gorge, but the exit of the misty mountains and seas is right in front. There are tens of thousands of people in the sect behind me waiting for my rescue, old man. Still not reconciled."

In the voice of the old man, there was infinite sorrow, but Shunzi did not continue to talk deeply. In many cases, because of the environment and the different things experienced, the sorrows and joys between creatures are not connected.

Shunzi is the black dragon guard on the frontier of the Daxia garrison. Behind the big white teeth and a hearty smile is the spirit of the brave Daxia warrior. Then the young captain put away his smile, and his young voice sounded:

"Life is not easy, and the road is long and difficult. The kid hopes that the old monk, after leaving the Wushan Strait Ridge, can get what he wants in the core of the Central Plains."

"Then I borrow my little friend Ji Yan."

The old monk showed a smile, and just wanted to bow his hands again, but his expression changed, because a sharp and violent howl suddenly sounded in his ears.

"hiss!"

As soon as this scream appeared, it instantly lingered in everyone's ears. Such a sudden whistle made the faces of the south cultivators who were swarming at the exit of the gorge changed all their colors, and they all asked:

"This is the sound of swords, why is there such a sharp sword sound at the entrance of this gorge?"

As the words fell, a strong anxiety surged from the depths of these cultivators' hearts, and then the sound of the sword piercing the void became more and more loud, indicating that something was approaching quickly.

After a breath, the sky above the gorge exit that looked like a portal to the sky, the void was completely opened from top to bottom, and then a figure wearing a sword robe was blasted out.

The mighty sword energy swept from the inside and outside of the figure's body, even shining in the void with dazzling thunder, and the roar was earth-shaking.

But what made infinite fear arose in the hearts of these monks was that this figure crashed down like a lightning star, wrapped in the thunder and lightning sword intent that shattered everything, and slammed into the ground fiercely.

"There is a sword repairer who has been bombarded for nine days, who is it, this sword is too powerful!"

After an instant, the figure blasted directly into the ground of the gorge.

"boom!"

Under the loud noise, a lingering wave of vitality was visible to the naked eye, turning into a purple arc, spreading outwards, tearing all the monks who fled in a hurry around them to pieces.

Blood splashes on the gorge!