Yes, that's right, it's the overall situation.

It is definitely not that he is the elder of Luoli Sect, Xuan Daozi, who can't beat the man in black to Tu Xing.

Tu Xing is just a reckless man who uses martial arts to enter the Tao, fights and kills all day long, and has no brains.

Conflicts with such people is a waste of time.

After not too long, the Demon Holy Land will be opened to an acceptable level, and then these powerful people will also enter it.

What should I do if I get injured after a fight at this time?

Everything is putting the overall situation first.

Xuan Daozi did not make verbal arguments, and the disciples were curious about what Tu Xing said meant.

But looking at the elder's appearance, it's hard to ask.

It is hard to ask the disciples of Luoli Sect.

Some people didn't have this concern. A crisp sound came from the huge black turtle: "Grandpa, what did he mean?"

"Fishing Aoke in the East Sea."

Some monks glanced at the black turtle.

There were two people there, one old and one young, and the few were a girl who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was pretty and innocent.

The old man was wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat, and he was holding a bamboo pole in his hand. A fishing line that was almost invisible spread from the end of the bamboo pole and penetrated into the sea.

Fishing for the East China Sea is on par with many famous sects as a casual cultivator.

Their strength is unpredictable, and it is no longer under the slaughter of the madman who uses martial arts to slaughter the stars.

"Oh, what did you say?" Diao Aoke raised his head with a slightly lowered lower head.

"Hate, grandpa, you are asleep again. Also, there are so many people, don't call me my nickname! Call me Su Qing!" The little girl angrily used her small fist to catch Aoke's shoulders and back.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that under her fist, the black turtle of Mount Tai had risen and fallen for a while.

"Okay, okay." Diao Aoke smiled and his face was full of wrinkles. "He just said he would throw a few mortals in, right?"

"Well, what does this mean?" The little girl Su Qing nodded.

"That's right." Diao Aoke held the crooked hat, "Although the Demon Holy Land will appear once every few hundred years, some traces will still be left during this period, and traces will appear from time to time."

"The holy land is isolated from the world, and we monks cannot enter it. We will die when we touch it, but for some reason, ordinary people will not."

"They can enter the holy land and never die, and to a certain extent, they will strengthen the connection between the holy land and the outside world, so that the holy land can be 'born' as soon as possible."

"Oh, so that's it." Su Qing nodded suddenly.

To put it bluntly, it means fertilizer. If you apply more fertilizer, the "holy land" will grow vigorously and the harvest days will be closer.

However, the Demon Holy Land is elusive, and even if you have the will, there are very few mortals who can throw them into it.

Now that the Holy Land Portal has been opened, it is stable.

It’s okay to do this in private, but it will definitely not work in full view of everyone.

Even if the Star-Sheng, who claims to be an evil demon and heretic, has no taboos, is verbally saying that everyone is shameless.

Even if you are shameless, there will be shameful monks to stop you.

Now, wait for it first.

That's what I said, but there are always some monks who are not very clear about the situation, are lucky, or are forced to explore the way inside first.

You know, no one can accurately guess when the things that enveloped the Demon Holy Land, like a large array, suddenly became gentle.

Even if you have experience, you can only say "The shortest will be...the longest will be..." like Xuan Daozi.

It is necessary to test in advance.

The cannon fodders are very conscious, not conscious, and are also very conscious when forced, and they grit their teeth and fly towards the vortex.

The moment they touched the vortex, the cultivators with low strength felt a dizzy turn, as if the dead leaves dancing wildly in the wind were about to be torn to pieces.

Maybe in a moment, they were not torn apart, and the feeling of being down to earth came.

Seven or eight monks appeared before Shanhaiguan.

The feeling of weakness arises naturally, unable to fly, and it is extremely difficult to cast spells, and even his hands and feet become much weaker.

Simply put, they were directly weakened from the immortal cultivator to the martial arts warriors.

Not very expert.

"us……"

"Where is the demon?"

These monks have entered the Holy Land of Heaven and Demons for the first time, and they don’t know where the danger will come from.

Everyone is extremely vigilant and keep their true hearts in mind.

The demons will inevitably mess up their minds and minds, and they will be intoxicated by the demons and other things, so that they can sink into it.

Then, the group of monks heard a heavy sound of horse hooves.

I looked closely and saw that a black torrent was approaching not far away, and the sharp weapons reflected a cold light.

How could it be the army charge?

“…”

This is completely different from the promised fantasy of heaven and demon!

Shouldn’t there be some fantasy scenes in the way of attacking the demons, transforming into a land of gentleness and a hero’s tomb?

The charger of the steel cavalry crushed these monks directly in less than a few minutes.

Blood flowed on the armor and weapons, leaving a touch of blood.

"It's getting stronger."

Tang Luo secretly said on the side of Shanhaiguan.

The auras of these cavalrymen were intertwined and rising, and everyone was getting stronger at a visible speed.

Now, each of them can beat them before the vortex was formed.

If everyone can become stronger at this pace...

Tang Luo smiled.

In the basically unmanned prison, three pig hooves, Du Shuqin and Zhao Qiulu were locked in two prison cells respectively.

In addition to the cell, there were also prison guards, and seven people were rotated to guard each cell, without giving any chance.

Bao Tian compared himself to his weight loss and his thighs, which felt that he could not compare to one of the arm of the prison guard outside.

Isn’t this a martial arts world?

Why are you jailers still so big and thick?

There is clearly a young lady with high martial arts skills and good-looking... Are you jailers practicing external skills?

Bao Tianzheng's thoughts were flying around.

Tang Luo appeared in front of several people.

At the same time, a gust of breeze seemed to blow across the prison.

All the jailers fell into a coma at the same time.

"Master..." Bao Tian and the others immediately stood up.

The two people in the cell opposite also tried to stuff their heads into the gap between the railings.

"Things have changed a little." Tang Luo waved his hand and signaled everyone to be calm and talked about the many changes in the Kingdom of Women, including the fact that there were a group of monks outside the vortex, eyeing the Kingdom of Women.

Answer everyone's doubts.

Bao Tian and others were stunned.

Damn, he has really suddenly changed from a martial arts world to a fairy tale world!

Mom, I want to go back and fight zombies!

At this moment, the five people had a great favor for the zombies they had never met.

There is no more gentler enemy than zombies...what, do you say lickers, tyrants and other enhanced zombies, and zombies that run faster than dogs in the zombie world war?

Please, even if these are ten times stronger, they are all brothers in front of most fairy tale worlds.

Bao Tian and others are brothers, brothers, brothers, brothers.

In this "food chain", they rank second to last, only one level higher than those slow-moving initial zombies.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Everyone looked at Tang Luo.

The omnipotent Master Xuanzang, use your invincible strength to think of a solution.
To be continued...