Youth's Cultivation

Murong Jiu could see Huoer's situation naturally, so after the cultivation, he greeted Huoer. They quickly flew out of the scope of the Vajra mixed element array and talked about their cultivation experience together. They both had the same realm and were instructed by experts. Naturally, they shared many experiences. Murong Jiu came from the ice temple and saw more about nature than Huoer. Although they had different attributes, they always used for reference, However, the two tacitly understood that the most important thing for them to leave the ice and fire Tianchi is to avoid the naked guy. They have no choice when practicing, but now let them share the pool with a naked man. Naturally, 10000 of them can't do it

There are still some unwilling monks outside the ice fire Tianchi, but none dare to approach. Wang Xiaohu's cultivation is not high, but he can kill in the realm of God. In the later stage, Yuanying is more like chopping melons and vegetables. These numbers are not good men and women. They are absolutely merciless to kill people. Although the ice fire Tianchi is full of temptation, they don't have enough strength. They just die

The fourth-order defense array, the puppet of the fourth-order peak, although powerful, now there are many people gathered outside the volcanic lake. Yuanying peak is even more than before, with 40 or 50. The reason why there is no strong attack is because they are wary of Wang Xiaohu. If they work together to drive away Wang Xiaohu, it will not be a problem, but the problem is 40 or 50 people, If you really work with that evil star, you will have to die seven or eight or ten. The most important thing is that the ice fire Tianchi can accommodate up to a dozen people for cultivation. Everyone wants to go in, but no one is a fool and doesn't want to go up and die. Now it's obvious that the person who takes the lead will die without doubt. There is no doubt that Wang Xiaohu can't kill forty or fifty yuan babies, but he recognizes two or three, They can definitely kill people and then retreat. Therefore, these people surround but don't attack. They just want to wait for others to take the lead and pick up their own bargains.

But the fool always didn't appear, and there were a lot of shouting and encouragement, but the one who took the lead didn't

"Out..."

Murong Jiu and Huoer appeared, and the monks outside were immediately excited. If these people left, didn't they all have the opportunity to enter them to practice

"Finally came out, I didn't wait in vain. It's been three and a half months, and I don't know how long I can go in to practice... What a hateful gang of guys..." someone said with resentment, as if Wang Xiaohu was strong enough to belong to them, but forgot that they didn't have their share when the seven killing evil robbers and friars zhenhaicheng were among them

"Eh, why are there only two women, Wang Xiaohu?"

"Yes, that guy is still practicing and hasn't come out..."

Looking at Murong Jiuhe Huoer from a distance, just outside the array, it was not far away. The crowd blew the pot again

"That hateful guy, shouldn't he break through the primordial period and practice all the time, then we really have no hope..."

"Ah, damn it, Taoist friends, we have so many people working together, but we can't even drink soup..."

"You're right. Go up together and kill him. The wealth of the seven killing devil bandits is all on him..."

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Some people shouted and encouraged in the crowd that how rich the seven killing devil bandit group is, even if they only get 10%, it is enough for them to practice for hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of years

A group of people have red eyes, but the noise is more and more fierce, but no one takes the lead to lead the array. They can practice to the peak of Yuanying. No one is a fool

"Hum, a mob..." there was a figure approaching from a distance. This was an old man with gloomy eyes. He snorted coldly. He was thin and small, but he was full of spiritual power. Although his hair was silver, he gave people an old smell. When the voice came, it immediately attracted the dissatisfaction of a group of monks. No one wanted to be called a mob

"Blood butcher..." someone exclaimed, as if he recognized someone