Return from the second dimension

After many trials and hardships, the monks finally landed across the sea.

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

But there are still unlucky guys who quietly sank to the bottom at the last moment when success is about to come.

Or when climbing the claw cliff, it was caught by those dense claws, and then torn into pieces.

But even the cultivator who successfully landed was still full of confusion, not knowing what would happen next.

After Tang Zhen glanced twice, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to adjust his breath to restore himself to his peak state as soon as possible.

During this long journey across the sea, Tang Zhen was wounded all over his body, already reaching the limit he could bear.

It was only with strong willpower that he persisted until reaching the land.

If you do not adjust your interest rate in time, you will never have the strength to take a step on the next journey.

If in a normal world, the monks will inevitably leave wounds that are difficult to heal after such hardships.

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

But the monks at this moment are not in the mood to pay attention to these at all. They don't care about the health of the body, they just 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, you can do it at all costs.

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

The trauma has not been repaired, but he dared not stay, otherwise there will be more and more competitors.

During the period of adjusting the breath, monks continued to climb up in the sea, among which were many of Tang Zhen's mental bodies.

After a lot of hardships, the mentality of the monks has changed. Even the monks who originally came from the same origin 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 to compete without hesitation and will not give up the opportunity to others.

In other words, from now on, even if they belong to the same spiritual body, they will become competitors.

In the process of marching, keep a certain distance from each other and will never approach easily.

Some monks suddenly fell over when they were walking, without even struggling.

Most of the figures could no longer regain, becoming one of the corpses in the wilderness.

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

Compared with the previous narrow and dim, this land has become more spacious, you can believe that the horse can run freely.

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

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

These big pits are not bottomless, and there are terrifying voices from time to time, and I don't know what terrible things are hidden.

The marching monks will try to avoid these places to avoid slipping into them.

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

But there are still some cultivators who walked straight towards those big pits like a demon.

When they came to the edge of the big pit, they didn't hesitate to jump into the deep pit.

Seeing this scene, the monks showed vigilance and avoided these big pits far away.

Just like this, I walked nearly a hundred kilometers, and I met more and more monks along the way.

Everyone was rushing silently, without any communication between each other.

It seems that the hardships along the way have completely lost their ability to talk, and now they are left with unspeakable indifference.

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

Being able to stick to this step is equivalent to a chance of one in a million, which shows how difficult the exploration process is.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the monks are unwilling to give up.

The long road will come to an end.

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

It's just that over the city, there is a billowing smoke rising into the sky, and there are waves of fighting.

While Tang Zhen was observing, the monks who had travelled all the way had already rushed forward quickly.

After walking such a long distance, a clue finally appeared, and the monks suddenly became more energetic.

In a competitive environment, if you have the opportunity to be one step ahead, it is best not to fall behind.

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

Tang Zhen did the same, running along with the monks, getting closer and closer to the huge city.

As he approached the city, the smell of burnt and rancidity pounced on his face, which was a unique smell on the battlefield.

Although it was a cruel battlefield, Tang Zhen gave birth to a kind of intimacy. Since embarking on the road of cultivation, he has never been far away from the battlefield and fighting.

After climbing another mountain slope, a huge battlefield suddenly appeared in front of Tang Zhen.

There were slaying figures everywhere, roaring and screaming straight into the sky, shattered bodies covering the ground.

The monks belonged to the siege, equipped with a mess of weapons, and were fighting each other with the soldiers wearing seven-colored armor.

The defenders of the city are well-equipped and powerful, and fighting between the two sides is inextricable.

On the edge of the battlefield, a row of tall figures stood guarding a pile of equipment stained with blood and meat.

These broken equipment weapons are a kind of thin and ugly creatures, collected from the battlefield and piled together.

They shuttled on the battlefield, constantly plucking off the armor from the dead body, then picked up the weapons they dropped, and dragged them back to the edge of the battlefield.

When they encounter heavy objects, they will cooperate with each other and make creaking sounds when dragging.

"Hurry up to grab the weapon 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 more generous the reward will be. It all depends on your own performance!"

These figures said loudly, when the monks looked at it, they felt that they were an enlarged version of themselves.

The monks kept silent, gathered in front of the garbage dump, rummaging in silence.

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

There are thick blood and mud on the surface of many equipment, and it is not known how many owners have experienced it.

Tang Zhen picked up a pair of arm armors, another pair of helmets, glanced at it and threw it away.

"Don't underestimate these equipment, which can save your life at a critical moment. Without wearing these things, your chance of death will be doubled!"

Seeing Tang Zhen's movements, the tall figure reminded him, as if he was a mentor for training recruits.

"If these things can really save the lives of users, then they won't appear here either."

Tang Zhen said casually, and turned out another shield, with a hideous monster on the surface.

Contaminated by blood and minced meat, the evil beast looked extremely hideous, as if it was about to choose someone to eat.

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

Tang Zhen took out a long knife again, the surface was full of wrong gold lines, it was obviously the most primitive rune.

Compared with the tattered war knife he used, this wrong gold rune war knife obviously has a higher quality.

Holding a long shield sword in his hand, Tang Zhen followed the fully armed monk and charged towards the battlefield.