Ten thousand times return, the game started with being picked up by the senior sister

Looking at the black water all over the ground, Zhao Mu sighed sadly.

Maybe this is fate.

Different people have different fates, and there is never any fairness in the spiritual world.

He raised a bunch of flames, burning everything in the stone house, silently turned around, closed the stone door, and left.

After returning, Zhao Mu did not go to Zhao Qiuyun to ask about the matter.

They are all miserable people, there is no need to add fuel to the fire.

Besides, Zhao Mu didn't know the relationship between Zhao Qiuyun and the monster. If the other party was just a licker who didn't understand current affairs, there was no need to let Zhao Qiuyun know.

Calling Niu Yulan and Xing Ziyue, the three of them left the ancient city again and headed west, heading straight to the central area of ​​the secret realm.

Along the way, Zhao Mu could clearly feel that the number of monsters around him was increasing, and their strength was getting stronger and stronger. The shadows of black-level and yellow-level monsters were basically invisible. They all started at earth level, and heaven-level monsters could be seen everywhere.

They are all walking points and martial merit points.

Zhao Mu stopped wasting time and started hunting monsters with all his strength. The earth-level monsters were just incidental. The main target was the heaven-level monsters. Hunting one was worth a thousand points. As long as he could keep hunting the heaven-level monsters in the last day or so, he would get all the points. Ranking second or third on the list won't be a problem.

After all, the hunting day has continued until now, and most of the monks' physical strength has been exhausted, and the hunting efficiency is obviously not as good as before.

Even for a strong player like Kong Miaoyin, the points increase rate has begun to slow down.

But Zhao Mu's Red Sun Holy Body has an absolute advantage in durability, and he can survive another ten and a half days of fighting.

After advancing all the way, Zhao Mu and the others finally arrived at the center of the secret realm after half a day.

Here is a sand dune, in the center of which stands an ancient temple.

According to Xing Ziyue's explanation, this temple is called Zhenmo Temple, and it was built by Venerable Moen, one of the most powerful men of the human race and the abbot of Tianluo Temple.

Used to save the undead and suppress monsters.

It is said that in the years when the filthy atmosphere was pervasive, the eroded monsters were very ferocious, and their whole bodies were filled with the desire for killing and bloodthirsty.

Although the monsters in the secret realm of monsters today are also very murderous, their ferocity is actually far less than one-tenth of what it was back then.

It was only because of the suppression by the Demon-Suppressing Temple that the hostility in the hearts of the monsters was resolved.

"Isn't it because he has been imprisoned for more than eight thousand years that his anger has been eliminated long ago?" Zhao Mu said.

Xing Ziyue glanced at Zhao Mu in surprise: "How dare you question the methods of Venerable Moen? He is one of the five supreme beings in the world of human cultivation and is the moat of the human race. If he hadn't led the ascetics of Tianluo Temple, We are guarding the edge of the Ten Thousand Demons Forest, and we don’t know how much of the human race’s territory will be invaded by the demons.”

Zhao Mu was slightly surprised by Xing Ziyue's attitude.

It seems that this Venerable Moen is quite prestigious among the human race.

"Who are the five supreme beings you are talking about?" Zhao Mu asked.

Xing Ziyue was immediately speechless: "Thankfully, you are still the genius of the human race. You don't even know this basic common sense."

"The five supreme ones naturally refer to the leaders of the five major human race holy places. They are Venerable Moen from Tianluo Temple, Immortal Medicine Lord from Medicine Temple, Sword God Qu Liu from Sword Immortal Pavilion, Ning Hua Fairy from Upside Down Mountain, and The mysterious empress of the Wuxiang Kingdom.”

"Are they all strong men in the Tribulation Realm?" Zhao Mu asked.

Xing Ziyue said: "Yes or no, although the strong ones who have overcome the tribulation are very rare in the world of cultivation, looking at the entire Xianwu Continent, there are still very many strong people who have overcome the tribulation. Those who are qualified to be called supreme are those in the world of cultivation. They are extremely rare among the strong men who have overcome the tribulation. It is said that their strength is fully qualified to break through the void and ascend, but for various reasons they chose to stay, so they are called the moat of the human race, not these five supreme beings. Protecting half of the entire human race, the current situation of the human race will be even worse. "

After Xing Ziyue said that, Niu Yulan also followed up and said: "We, the demon clan, also have great respect for these five human supremes. It is said that a certain supreme of our demon clan has been close friends with the sword god Qu Liu for many years. Although the demon clan The current situation with the human race is not amicable, but I believe that with these peace-loving seniors carrying the burden forward, we can still hope to see the day when the world will be unified!"

"Why does the topic become so heavy as we talk..."

Zhao Mu shrugged and said: "One day I will become a Supreme, and I will ask all the Supremes to come out and have a fight. The winner will be the king and the loser, and the battle between the human race and the monster race will be settled once and for all."

"You're not afraid of the strong wind blowing your tongue..."

Xing Ziyue couldn't help rolling her eyes, but the next second she was greeted by Zhao Mu with a big slap. She gritted her teeth and clamped her legs in pain, and her ears turned red.

"Stop talking nonsense and continue hunting. There are a large number of monsters wandering around the Demon Suppression Temple. Take advantage of the fact that there are fewer people and hunt some heaven-level monsters." Zhao Mu clenched his fists and said.

At present, no other Demon Sect disciples have been seen near the Demon-Suppressing Temple, but it’s the last day. The Demon Sect disciples at the top of the standings should be arriving here one after another. While the competition is not fierce yet, earn more points. It is the kingly way.

After some exploration, Zhao Mu roughly found out the activities of Warcraft in the surrounding area.

There are probably thousands of heaven-level monsters distributed within a ten-mile radius of the Demon-Suppressing Temple. Each of these heaven-level monsters has a small territory and does not interfere with each other.

This is good news. After all, it is best to defeat the heaven-level monsters one by one. Dealing with multiple heaven-level monsters at the same time, regardless of the degree of danger, is not as efficient as hunting them one by one.

Zhao Mu did some scouting and chose the southwest area of ​​the Demon Temple. The terrain here is more complicated, with many height differences and gaps and caves. It is not likely to attract the surrounding monsters during the battle, and it is more suitable to defeat them one by one.

After making a hunting plan, Zhao Mu clenched his fists and set out on the expedition.

But at this moment, a faint sense of crisis came over him.

Zhao Mu dodged a flying knife that broke through the air.

"Do you really dare to do it?"

Zhao Mu thought that the demon tribe would at least not dare to attack him so blatantly on the hunting day, but he didn't expect that someone would take the risk.

He immediately waved to Niu Yulan and the others, signaling them to retreat and hide. At the same time, he summoned a flying sword, cut through the sky, and blasted in the direction where the ice spikes flew.

Boom!

The sword that cut off the bitterness of the cold was pierced in the air, carrying Zhao Mu's red sun power, and triggered the burning flames. With the sword energy, it fell out, like a meteor falling to the ground, exploding a sea of ​​fire.

A demon cultivator with jackal ears quickly jumped out of the sea of ​​fire, and rushed towards Zhao Mu with a swift figure.

A large number of flying knives were thrown out from his hands, forming a net that surrounded Zhao Mu.

It was unknown what kind of magic weapon these flying knives were, but they could form a knife formation by themselves, and the knife light was shrouded, making it airtight.

"Boy, you must die!" The jackal demon cultivator sneered.

"You have no say in this."

Zhao Mu snorted lightly, and faced the flying knife formation, he walked leisurely, as if wandering in the back garden. It seemed that his steps were casual, but every step happened to be on the safest path. Within a three-step range, no matter how fierce the attack of the flying knife formation was, it could not even hurt a corner of Zhao Mu's clothes.