I have a city in another world

Chapter 3344 Hardships
After many hardships and suffering both physically and mentally, the monks finally landed across the sea.

Looking back at the ocean below the cliff, there are still figures, insisting on swimming towards the land.

But there are still unlucky guys who sink silently to the bottom of the water at the last moment when success is approaching.

Or when climbing the cliff of claws, they were caught by those dense claws, and then tore into pieces.

But even the monks who have successfully logged in are still full of confusion, not knowing what will happen next.

After Tang Zhen took a look, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to adjust his breath, so that he could return to his peak state as soon as possible.

During this long journey across the sea, Tang Zhen's body was covered with bruises, and he had already reached the limit of what he could bear.

Relying on strong willpower, it persisted until landing on land.

If you don't adjust your breath in time, then you may not have the strength to take a step in the next journey.

If it were in the normal world, monks would inevitably leave wounds that would not heal after going through such hardships.

If the trauma cannot be repaired, it will inevitably affect the path of practice, and even directly endanger one's own life.

But the monks at this moment are not in the mood to care about this at all. They don't care about their health and only want to complete their mission.

Every monk composed of spiritual power has an extremely strong obsession, and only wants to obtain the seed of rules.

In order to achieve the goal, it can do whatever it takes.

Tang Zhen continued on the road without adjusting his breath for too long.

The wound has not been healed, but he dare not continue to stay, otherwise there will be more and more competitors.

During the period of breath adjustment, monks kept climbing up from the sea, and many of them had Tang Zhen's spiritual body.

After going through a lot of hardships, the mentality of the monks has changed. Even the monks who originally came from the same source have become more indifferent to each other.

No longer like at the beginning, in order to achieve a common goal, you can sacrifice yourself without hesitation.

If there is only one chance, the monks will definitely start competing without hesitation, and will not give up the chance to others.

That is to say, from now on, even if they belong to the same spiritual body, they will become competitors with each other.

During the march, they kept a certain distance from each other and would never approach easily.

Some monks suddenly fell over while walking, without even struggling.

Most of the figures could never get up again, becoming one of the corpses in the wilderness.

When the monks passed by, they didn't even look at them, they just stared straight ahead.

Compared with the previous narrow and dark, this piece of land has become more spacious, and you can run freely.

The monks knew very well that both sides and the rear were dead ends, and the front was the only hope.

In the process of marching, from time to time, you can see that there are many large pits on the ground.

These big pits are bottomless, and there are terrifying sounds from time to time, and it is unknown what terrible things are hidden.

The marching monks will try to avoid these places as much as possible to avoid falling into them.

There are too many dangers in this special world, which must not be taken lightly.

But there are still some monks, as if they were possessed, they walked straight towards those big pits.

When they came to the edge of the big pit, they jumped into the deep pit without any hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the monks showed vigilance and avoided these big pits from a distance.

In this way, he went all the way, walked nearly a hundred kilometers, and met more and more monks along the way.

Everyone was on their way in silence, without any communication with each other.

It seems that the hardships of this journey have made them completely lose the ability to talk, and now only unspeakable indifference is left.

No one knows how long he can last and when he will completely fall.

Being able to persist to this point is equivalent to a one-in-a-million chance, which shows how difficult the exploration process is.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the monks were unwilling to give up.

The long road has an end.

A city appeared in the distance, tall and majestic, exuding the vicissitudes of life.

It's just that above the city, there are billowing thick smoke rising into the sky, and at the same time there are waves of fighting sounds.

While Tang Zhen was observing, those cultivators who had been trekking all the way rushed forward quickly.

After walking such a long distance, now that a clue finally appeared, the monks immediately became more energetic.

In a competitive environment, if there is an opportunity to be one step ahead, it is best not to fall behind.

If opportunities are limited, latecomers are likely to get nothing.

The same is true for Tang Zhen, following the monks running forward, getting closer and closer to the huge city.

In the process of approaching the city, a scorched and rancid smell rushed towards him, which is the unique smell of the battlefield.

Although it was a cruel battlefield, Tang Zhen felt a sense of intimacy. Since he embarked on the road of cultivation, he has never been far away from the battlefield and fighting.

After climbing another hillside, an extremely huge battlefield suddenly appeared in front of Tang Zhen.

Fighting figures were everywhere, roars and screams soared into the sky, and shattered corpses covered the ground.

The monks belonged to the besiegers, equipped with messy weapons, and were fighting with the soldiers in seven-color armor.

The soldiers defending the city are well-equipped and quite powerful, and the fight between the two sides is inextricable.

In the fringe area of ​​the battlefield, a row of tall figures stood guarding in front of piles of equipment stained with blood and flesh.

These broken equipment weapons are small and ugly creatures, collected and piled up from the battlefield.

They shuttled across the battlefield, constantly peeling off the armor of the dead bodies, and then picked up the weapons they dropped, dragging them back to the edge of the battlefield with great effort.

When encountering heavy objects, they will cooperate with each other and make a squeaking sound when dragging.

"Take up your weapon quickly and enter the battlefield immediately.

If you want to enter this city, you must defeat these defenders, otherwise the city gate will never be opened!

The more enemies you kill, the richer the rewards, it all depends on your own performance! "

These figures said loudly that when the monks looked at them, they felt that they were enlarged versions of themselves.

The monks kept silent, gathered around the garbage dump, and searched in silence.

These equipments are full of damage, stained with all kinds of filth, and there are even stumps and broken arms wrapped in them.

On the surface of a lot of equipment, there is a thick accumulation of blood and dirt, and I don't know how many owners have experienced it.

Tang Zhen picked up a pair of gauntlets and a pair of helmets, glanced at them and threw them away.

"Don't underestimate these equipments. They can save your life at critical moments. If you don't wear them, your chances of dying will increase exponentially!"

Seeing Tang Zhen's movements, the tall figure reminded him that he was like a mentor training recruits.

"If these things can really save the user's life, then they won't appear here."

Tang Zhen said casually, and pulled out another shield, which looked like a ferocious beast.

Contaminated by fresh blood and minced meat, the evil beast looked extremely ferocious, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.

The edge of the shield is extremely sharp, and there are sharp edges on both sides for blocking and cutting. In the hands of a monk who is good at fighting, it can easily kill people.

Tang Zhen took out another long knife. The surface was full of gold patterns, which were obviously the most primitive runes.

Compared with the tattered sword he used, this golden rune sword was obviously of higher quality.

Holding a shield and a long knife in his hand, Tang Zhen charged towards the battlefield following the armed monks.

(End of this chapter)