The Hardest Opening System in History

"Life is hard to have fun, what a weird old man who has already boarded the fairy gate and is still sentimental here. If he becomes an immortal, why is it difficult to have fun?"

The muttering voice came from the mouth of the young man in Jinyi, and while he was stunned, there was already an impatient monk behind him. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the young man hard, pushing the latter staggeringly. At the same time a very impatient voice sounded:

"The hillbilly from nowhere, walking slowly, delayed Laozi's becoming a fairy."

Amidst this curse, with sternness and impatience, the young man in Jinyi who rolled on the ground then climbed up from the ground and looked back angrily.

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a stern face was holding his arms contemptuously, condescending, and staring down with a playful look.

Then the monk of the thunder genus with all over his body raised a spit and was about to spit forward, but suddenly raised his hands and covered his neck, his mouth made a painful hiss.

In the next breath, wisps of blood began to shoot outward along the monk’s fingers, and the entire body of the former began to tremble violently. At the same time, the cold and hoarse voice came from the front again:

"Ben Xiu said before, the immortal palace is heavy, no noise, and those who don't listen are like this, die!"

As soon as the word of death came out, all the monks were silent, afraid to make any more noises, and then began to walk quickly, crossing the Nanxian Gate, and entering the Yunhai Avenue where the palace remains.

Because the Great Lord Jinhai, who was the gatekeeper of the town, was not in the fairy palace, there was no magnificent appearance of billowing golden clouds around this Yunhai Avenue, but even so, this path on the clouds was still extremely spectacular.

Among the billowing white clouds, a white jade fairy road stretched forward and spread out in all directions, like hibiscus branches on the clouds. Although there is no splendid splendor, it is still shocking.

"This is where the real fairy lives!"

A low voice came from the mouth of a monk, and after just killing, these people undoubtedly reduced their inner surging, and honestly followed the bamboo-like figure in front of them, and moved forward quickly.

After the baptism of war, the dilapidation of this immortal palace, which has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, is obvious. After watching this unchanging dilapidated scene for a long time, the excitement of entering the immortal gate is gradually wiped out.

For an extremely long time, these monks all walked on the long avenue on the clouds in the fairy palace, shrouded in ruin and silence, and at the same time, the stern look of the monks who patrolled from time to time made more and more people begin to doubt. The authenticity of this so-called chosen person.

Fear will undoubtedly spread outward, and the unknown is the perfect breeding ground for the former!

Therefore, as the group of people continued to move forward, a bit of anxiety gradually appeared on the monk's face, and after looking around, he even slowed down a bit.

The slowing of the footsteps is reflected in the speed of the entire team. Then the bamboo pole monk who walked in the forefront stopped his progress, turned around, and said with a grin:

"Everyone who is chosen by the heavens, no matter how slow you are, don't be discouraged, fast. The chance of reaching the sky at this step is just ahead."

This hoarse **** sound was extremely joking, which caused some monks at the back of the team to subconsciously step back for a certain distance, wanting to flee directly backwards.

However, the next breath, a murderous voice, rolled straight down from the front:

"Run? Faced with such a great opportunity, but still running, you don't put my holy court in your eyes, right?"

Before this word came, the monk who was in the shape of a bamboo pole in front of him suddenly showed countless thorns and thorns on his body, and then the tyrannical voice continued to be heard loudly:

"The chosen person is naturally chosen by hundreds of millions of people. As for those who are not chosen, there is only one word.

"dead!"

As soon as this death word came out, the extremely strong murderous aura was directly exploded, and then the bamboo pole monk slammed his right hand forward, and the void was instantly cut open by arcs of light phantoms.

These arcs of light are surprisingly the thorns extending outwards from the monk's body, and then these jungle thorns unsurprisingly bound the necks of the monks who wanted to flee, and finally lifted these people directly and suspended them in the air. .

From a distance, these cultivators holding their necks and struggling in the air are like gourd food dangling on the blood vines, and at the same time, a very strong **** aura gushes out directly.

"This place is the ruins of the fairy palace. Run, where can you go?"

After the hoarse and cold voice continued, the bamboo-like monk began to shake his hands that turned into long thorns and vines.

Along with the shaking of this hand, the monks strung on the thorns hands were easily thrown away, and the place where these people flew was just beside the Yunhai Avenue, a place where thick clouds gathered.

At the next breath, this thick cloud spread out, turning out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.

I saw within this dark hall, thunder light flickered, like a giant beast mouth, swallowing these cultivators who had been thrown away without fancy, without even arousing any waves.

Then a shuddering chill rose from the depths of the cultivators' hearts. At the same time, there was a deep fear in the chill.

In the next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall lightly, the monk with bamboo poles patted his hands, turned around, and continued to sound outward:

"Well, everyone, the great opportunity for this step to reach the sky is right in front of you, please."

When this word fell, no one dared to take the lead. These monks were not fools. The current situation meant that the dark palace in front of them was definitely a tiger's den.

In this case, the impatient color on the monk's face became more and more intense, and in the end, he no longer spoke, but directly raised his hand and swept away all the monks in front of him.

In the next moment, countless thorns and vines stretched out from the depths of the void, and after a continuous stretch, it seemed to burst out of a huge rolling wave of clouds and mist.

Then these huge waves rushed up, directly blasting the monks directly, and then shot them into the dark hall in front of them.

It all started quickly and ended faster.

Afterwards, this Yunshang Avenue was completely emptied, leaving only the bamboo-like monk standing proudly in place, watching the thunder and lightning in front of the entrance to the dark hall, not knowing what to think.

Mo Yue half a quarter of an hour later, another figure wearing a black robe also slowly appeared outside the dark hall, and then a voice sounded:

"Why, you also want to enter this holy courtyard and accept the inheritance?"

"Don't you think, this is the destiny of the true ancient immortals, including blood and cultivation."

After the cold rhetorical question came out of the monk Zhugan's mouth, both of them fell into a little silence.

Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, a faint voice continued to sound here:

"Previously, people with the blood of the immortal came to absorb the remains of the immortal, and forcibly lifted the realm to reach the pseudo-land fairyland. This time, if you do the opposite, will there be incredible changes!"