Longevity starts with learning

Day after day, until nearly a month later.

At dusk, the sky was bloody.

The endless and surging beast tide finally dispersed like the ebb tide.

Under the bloody sky, there was still an endless sea of ​​blood.

Countless human corpses and animal bodies, either intact, broken, or fragmented, were surging in the bloody sea, ferocious and dazzling.

The remaining cultivators gathered in groups of three or two, cleaning up the blood on the battlefield under the command of the foundation-building cultivators of the Chen family.

In the sky, there were still cultivators of the Chen family casting spells in the air, assisting the existence of the Chen family Yuanying hanging high in the sky, triggering the celestial phenomena, and annihilating the rich blood energy accumulated in the sky.

The goose feather snow was flying, the sky was full of blood, and the thick smell of blood that filled this sea area was also visibly annihilated and dissipated.

Chu Mu was suspended on the sea surface. The faint red on his body disappeared, and the mottled blood stains on his clothes also disappeared.

He glanced at the bloody and cruel scene, took a step forward, and in just a few breaths, he crossed the sea and stepped onto the Disha Island again.

After the bloody battle, the island was also desolate. After a fierce battle, the cultivators on Disha Island were replaced one after another. After the war, even if they survived, I am afraid that few people could face it calmly.

The whole Disha Island was dead silent, and the visible cultivators were all bloody and mottled, unable to hide their fatigue and lingering fear.

Chu Mu walked along the street, his steps were not fast, looking at this bleak and desolate dead silence, and there seemed to be a few more emotional fluctuations in his indifferent eyes.

Between life and death, there is great terror!

And this month of fierce fighting, countless lives and deaths, for many high-level monks, it is still a matter of life and death, not to mention these low-level monks who are like cannon fodder.

In a month of fierce fighting, one after another, legions and squares composed of low-level monks were continuously thrown into this bloody Shura field.

A monk legion with thousands of people could not even stir up the slightest wave in this Shura field, and it might be directly submerged.

The only role is to exchange lives for lives and wear down the surging beast tide.

In the face of such terror, there are naturally many defectors in front of the battle.

But without exception, they were all brutally suppressed and blood was spilled on the spot.

He traveled in the beast tide for dozens of days, and saw more life and death than he had ever seen in his life.

Whether it was the Qi training realm, the foundation building realm, or even the lofty Jindan realm, they were all like grass in this overwhelming beast tide.

The only difference is the size of the wind and waves that this grass can withstand.

In this beast tide, just from what he saw, he had seen more than a palm of fellow Jindan fell.

This beast tide undoubtedly refreshed his understanding of the beast tide.

He originally thought that the beast tide relied on endless numbers, and the ants bit the elephants to death.

But this time, the beast tide was not only nearly endless, but also overwhelming and continuous.

Moreover, there was an obvious organization and special countermeasures for high-level cultivators.

Just like the two third-level monsters he faced at the beginning, under normal circumstances, two monsters of different races, as long as they did not have sound intelligence, would never tacitly join hands to fight the enemy even if they were driven and engulfed by the beast tide. More of it was madness under instinctive brutality.

And the two third-level monsters, engulfed in the beast tide, were obviously not the direct descendants of the monsters of the monster clan who had awakened in advance.

But even so, the two third-level monsters of different races were able to cooperate with each other tacitly, and even cooperated with the monster puppet, distracting He Fengshan's attention while successfully making the bone-transforming beast self-destruct and attack.

According to his observation, this kind of tacit cooperation is not just the red cloud beast and the golden-winged bird he encountered.

In the beast tide, except for the low-level monsters, the rest of the second-level and third-level monsters are almost all organized and coordinated, and it is obvious that there are intelligent monsters secretly manipulating them.

And the self-destructing monster puppets such as the bone-transforming beast are even more organized under such organization, hiding among countless low-level monsters, cooperating with high-level monsters, and ambushing and killing high-level cultivators in the beast tide.

Although the means are single, it is undoubtedly extremely effective in the crisis of the beast tide.

A flaw can often easily bury the life of a high-level cultivator.

And this was just a beast tide that could only be considered an ordinary attack, and this was just the Black Snake Clan...

If the terrifying beast tide that came straight from the outer sea and caused several major defeats in the Hanhai Xiuxian World, how terrifying would it be?

Thinking of this, Chu Mu also inexplicably felt a sense of urgency in his heart, and the slight complacency caused by the formation of the pill seemed to disappear without a trace.

The higher you stand, the more you see, and the more terrifying it is.

In the eyes of the high-ranking existence, the third-level existence is just a slightly larger ant, cannon fodder.

If you want to completely dominate your own destiny, you can only climb up desperately and climb to a higher realm.

Only in this way can you avoid being manipulated by fate and being used as a pawn.

Chu Mu pursed his lips, looked up at the flying snow, and when he exhaled a breath of turbid air, he took a step forward, and his figure flashed. When he appeared again, he had already reached the Zhenjie Station on the island.

After a month of fierce fighting, only a few of the hundreds of monks in the Zhenjie Pavilion survived. The garrison, which was once bustling, was now dead silent.

Of the hundreds of life soul lamps placed on the first floor of the central tower, only a few of them are still bright, while the rest are dim and broken.

At this time, there were several footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, several embarrassed figures appeared.

"Real person."

Several people bowed.

Chu Mu turned around and saw that there were five people in total, headed by Chang Hongshan, three foundation builders, and two Qi Perfection cultivators.

Among the hundreds of life soul lamps, the only ones that are still bright are the life soul lamps of the five people in front of me.

"Let's go heal first."

Chu Mu raised his right hand and floated several bottles of elixirs in front of several people: "When your injuries recover, you will take my order and report to the Chen family to leave this island and return to our pavilion to recuperate."

After hearing this, several people's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the thick tiredness and fear between their eyebrows seemed to have dissipated a lot at this moment.

"Thank you, senior."

Everyone bowed hurriedly, as if they were afraid that Chu Mu would regret it.

Chu Mu looked at the impatience of several people, and his calm expression also fluctuated a little.

He naturally knew what the people in front of him were thinking.

The Zhenyao Islands are isolated offshore. After so many years of fierce fighting, the surrounding waters have long been turned into a forbidden sea.

Without a third-level monk to lead the team, if a second-level or first-level monk goes to sea alone, it is almost equal to death.

Even if the Demon Suppressing Islands clean up monsters on a daily basis, multiple third-level monks are often required to lead the team to guard against unexpected events.

The safest way to leave the island is the teleportation array under the control of the Chen family.

But in order to control the many monks on the Demon Suppressing Islands, the Chen family is also extremely strict in controlling the teleportation array.

Not to mention, now that there is a shortage of manpower after this war, the Chen family will inevitably adopt stricter control over the monks on the island.

Entry and exit from the Zhenyao Islands will inevitably be more stringent, and there may be direct coercive measures.

After surviving this battle, it is obviously impossible for these few people to have any illusions based on their cultivation.

He probably doesn’t want to stay here any longer.

Can't wait is the norm.

These people are like this, and the other surviving monks on the island are obviously no exception.

Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir...

Even if the Chen family can forcefully suppress and use their power to suppress others, it is obvious that they can only suppress them for a while.

Over time, the Demon Suppression Islands themselves will turn into a place where overwhelming resentment accumulates...

Everything seemed to be as he expected, step by step and orderly...

"Back off."

Chu Mu waved his hands, unable to hide his fatigue.

"Thank you, senior."

Several people bowed respectfully and turned away impatiently.

Chu Mu slowly turned around and took another look at the dim life soul lamps. His eyes flickered slightly, and the next second, his figure rippled. When he reappeared, he was already on the third floor of the tower.

He sat cross-legged and raised his hand, and the smell of blood filled the room.

The remains of the monster beast, the demon pills stained with blood, and the demon souls that the monk was still instinctively fighting against.

The Kowloon Prison Tower was suspended in front of him, and wisps of firelight flickered with the fire dragon. Indistinctly, terrifying spiritual pressure fluctuations also appeared.

Chu Mu glanced at the many spiritual materials harvested from this battle and took stock. He could also be considered to have gained a lot from this battle.

After killing six third-level demonic beasts, what you get is six third-level demonic pills, six third-level demonic souls, and six broken demonic bodies.

As for the second-level monsters, there are some that are hard to count. If they are affected casually, they will be completely annihilated. In the surging beast tide, he does not have the leisure to collect them. If he does it conveniently, it will be completely annihilated. In the beast tide.

Demon soul, demon pill, demon body...

The whole body is full of treasures, and for him, a master of weapons and alchemy, every part of it can be used perfectly and its usefulness can be maximized.

Chu Mu thought for a moment, and after roughly confirming the purpose of these spiritual materials, his eyes fixed on the Nine Dragons Prison Tower.

In the past month, he had fought fiercely and killed six third-level monsters. To him, it didn't matter how much he gained.

The important thing is that through this battle, he has a fairly clear understanding of his own strength and methods after forming a pill.

The existence of the top-quality golden elixir was even more magical than he expected.

Even though he is only in the early stage of the Golden Core, compared to other early stage Golden Core monks, his energy and spirit are at least nearly half stronger.

Coupled with the fact that he cultivated the Kongming Sword Sutra and the Dari Sutra Dharma and Body cultivation due to the transformation of the true fire, his powerful magical soul and powerful body are enough to crush most of his peers regardless of means. Realm monk monster.

However, since the formation of the pill, he has been exposed to Nascent Soul powers that can easily crush him, which gave him an almost delusional judgment of his own strength.

Only after this fierce battle did the almost deep-rooted illusion finally get broken.

The Kowloon Prison Suppression Tower in front of him was both offensive and defensive, and had the effect of suppressing the ban. Under the blessing of the transformed Great Sun True Fire, it was almost perfect as he imagined.

The Nine Dragons Prison Tower protects him, and he has a flaming sword. If the power of the sword breaks out, he will even have the confidence to fight a late-level third-level being in a cross-level fight.

"It's still a little bit worse..."

After recalling the fight among the beasts for a moment, Chu Mu secretly shook his head and suppressed his slightly inflated mentality.

His strength is naturally very good compared to ordinary monk monsters of the same level.

But if you are facing those tyrannical monsters of high-level bloodline, or monks with tyrannical methods, you will definitely not be able to do so wantonly.

In the beast tide, he had seen powerful monsters with high-level bloodlines, and he had also seen powerful Jindan cultivators.

The world of immortal cultivation is so big that there will always be some geniuses, whether human or monster.

And geniuses are often not viewed with common sense.

"Beware of arrogance and impatience..."

Chu Mu calmed down and his expression gradually became calm.

As he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, his magic power surged, and strands of spiritual energy gathered with it. The dim forbidden patterns on the tower also became bright and operated.

The inside and outside were isolated, and time flew by...

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