The Beginning of Panlong: Three Realms in Vertical and Horizontal

But in fact, the caravans that can walk through the sand sea will invite at least one cultivator of the Purple Mansion to sit down.

There is a purple mansion monk who casts spells, but he has the ability to hug a small caravan, provided that he has not encountered the most dangerous monster in the sand sea.

"call out!"

A sturdy middle-aged man with bulging muscles all over his body, holding a divine bow with Lei Jin as the body and monsters and tendons as the string, he shot an arrow.

The arrow made a sharp howl, directly smashing a monster beast with a donkey head and a wolf body three miles away.

Even the remaining strength did not decrease, and he tore a beast again.

However, what besieged their small caravan is a herd of more than five hundred beasts.

Any beast is equivalent to an acquired human martial artist, and more than 30 of them have innate levels.

With such a huge herd, even the priests of the Purple Mansion in the caravan dare not stand head-on.

Except for the offerings, there are no more than 100 men in the entire caravan who can take up arms and fight.

There are only ten masters who have reached the innate.

The fight was tragic.

With the magical assistance of the cultivators of the Purple Mansion, they rely on various shelters to protect themselves.

The middle-aged man, Lei Liangping, first shot thirty arrows made of Lei Jin and monster bones that he was carrying, and killed five congenital wild beasts. Then he drew a double knife to fight.

The sacrifice is huge.

When the guards in the caravan were killed and injured more than half, the group of horrible beasts couldn't bear the damage, and scattered away in the roar of the head beast.

It was night, by the bonfire, middle-aged Lei Liangping sat cross-legged, took the gourd from his waist, and took a sip.

"Grumbling!"

If it is a pure mundane world, business in the desert, water source is a constant problem.

But this world also has practitioners.The cultivator of the Purple Mansion cast a spell to provoke some currents, which was also enough for the entire caravan to use.

Naturally, there is no need to mix wine in the water to prevent odor.

In the dry desert, there is nothing better to drink than clear water.

After drinking water, a drowsiness came.

He, Lei Liangping, is an offshoot of a spiritual family.

The gods and demons were successful in refining, and the young man left home and walked around.

However, after all his hardships, he was nothing more than an innate god and devil.

"If I do it again, maybe I will stay at home and practice step by step, maybe I can become a purple mansion."

"Going out, going through countless dangers, but still didn't get any chance."

"When this time is over, return to your hometown with the wealth you earned."

"Buy a wife, give birth to a few dolls, and train them well."

"Hey, how come there are words in front of my eyes, can I get drunk even if I drink water?"

"Opportunity? Do you want it, of course you want it!"

"Life and death crisis? A joke, when I protect this caravan, I have never been less than life and death fighting."

"Is it stupid not to join with a big chance?"

"Wow!"

The moonlight on the horizon disappeared, replaced by a rising sun.

The damp sea breeze blew on his face.

"???"

Lei Pingliang blinked, where is he?

Wasn't he still in the sand sea just now.

Why are you in the real ocean now?

He has been through endless battles and is a truly knowledgeable innate master.

The sea has been seen.

However, being alone, sitting on a raft, he had never experienced it before!

A wave came and the raft turned over.

However, Lei Pingliang didn't have much energy, so he climbed onto the overturned raft.

"Wow!"

In his surprised eyes, the sea was suspended in the air, forming a few lines.

"Complete the task, gain the merits of reincarnation, in exchange for Dharma classics!"

"Let me see what mission is. If you arrive on an island five hundred miles east of here in three days, you can get a hundred mundane reincarnation merits."

"The mission failed, it was actually obliterated?!"

Lei Pingliang frowned, made a paddle with his hand, and began to slide.

Innate masters, it is not difficult to run thousands of miles a day on the ground.

But relying on a raft, three thousand rowing five hundred miles?He is really not sure!

As for the words that the sea water gathers, are they true or not?At least those who can do this step can easily kill him, he has no choice at all.

In the green forest, the gangster who licked blood with a knife head and killed people like hemp, wanted a golden basin to wash his hands, but was dying by the enemy.

Unsuccessful after repeated attempts, a talent who fell short, stayed overnight in the deserted countryside, surrounded by demons.

The elders are dying, drunk heart rhythms for a lifetime, have made great achievements, and have received many disciples.But it was approaching the end, but no one gave it to the end.

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The first batch of people who entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation Program totaled one hundred and eight thousand people.