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If there are no monks from the outside to interfere, we may still be able to see the senior monks who have survived for millions of years by hunting down my fellow Taoists."
'Hunting' When Zhang Feng heard this word, he recalled the situation when the old man saw him before, and knew why the old man was guarding against him.
Same situation.
Zhang Feng glanced around, and when he saw the tomb stele belonging to the old man nearby, and the two magic weapons on the stele, he knew what the reward for the third floor was, and he also knew why no one mentioned the third floor.
It is nothing more than the people who come into the enchantment to do it, and then seize the secret treasures and souls of these seniors.
In this world of complicated master-student etiquette, this is indeed not a glorious thing, and no one would want to mention it.
Because whether it is a casual cultivator or a disciple of the sect.
The first rule for them to enter the sect and apprentice is to respect the teacher.
Speaking of which, for the sake of their skills or self-protection, they killed their predecessors painfully, no matter how they sounded like "people in the magic way" who were sneered at by all the monks.
So for the sake of face and to prevent outside monks from having a reason to rob them, I simply didn't mention it.
Forget about any descendant sect on the Wuji Continent, in the name of avenging their ancestors, forcing the casual cultivator who came out of the barrier to hand over the secret books he obtained.
This is to avenge the ancestors, it is only right and proper, and to hand over the acquired things is to return them to the original owner.
Zhang Feng thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
After all, if the tens of millions of inheritance of any ancestor is taken by outsiders, who can not recover it?
It has nothing to do with etiquette, righteousness, loyalty and trustworthiness, but interests.
They won't listen to what the people in the enchantment say, 'it's my job to get it back. '
People will also say, 'It's his ability to grab. '
In this kind of world, returning everything to Zhao is just looking for a legitimate reason to kill people and seize treasures. In the end, it depends on the level of strength and who wins the battle.
On the contrary, the sect disciples who come to the secret realm already have background and strength, and also value their own reputation, so they will not mention the third level, so as not to cause trouble for the sect for no reason, adding to the stain of the magic way in their lives .
It has to be said that the secrets of the third layer have all been concealed by coincidence.
It is so concealed that all outsiders mistakenly think that those who come into the enchantment and obtain treasures are obtained in various dangerous places, rather than killing their predecessors to seize them.
as it is now.
Although he didn't show any hostility, the soul old man was still guarding against him.
But actually, I just want to ask something about the fourth floor.
There are cheat books and treasures everywhere, and I really don't like it.
"Are there many monks who have entered the third floor through the ages?" Zhang Feng sorted out his thoughts and asked the old man. He wanted to have some communication and find out the environment of the third floor first.
See if there are any 'living beings' besides the soul.
Hearing Zhang Feng's question, the old man also saw that Zhang Feng had no killing intent, perhaps for self-protection, and said truthfully: "There is no living person in the third floor."
"There are no living people?" Zhang Feng was surprised, "I heard from Daoists that so many monks have successfully reached the third floor, and there should be hundreds of thousands of monks who have entered this territory after millions, or even tens of millions of years. number.
This is not my wild guess, but after I waited for this batch of conditions, I found that the monks who can pass the first floor, not to say [-]%, there are [-]%.
Ninety percent of the monks came to the second floor, and there were not many people left.
Based on this calculation, there should be quite a few monks who have reached the third floor.
Throughout the ages, even if there are only ten thousand people.
But every time the one-month deadline expires, why are there only a mere hundred people in the ancient records? "
Zhang Feng said here, looking around, "Could it be that many monks fought with fellow Taoists and others, and then were left here?"
"It's the sky ladder." The old man spat out a word, with a look of reminiscence, "The sky ladder is in the extreme east direction, allowing monks on the third floor to go to the fourth floor."
'Ladder' Zhang Feng thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "What will happen if you fail?"
"Failure." The old man looked at himself and laughed dumbly, "Naturally, he became the undead on the third floor and was permanently bound in Yingmo territory
And in your preface, the hundreds of thousands of monks throughout the ages, those dead seniors and fellow Taoists, have all fallen on the ladder."
"So that's how it is." Hearing what the old man said, combined with the various tests before, Zhang Feng regained his thoughts and understood everything.
It turns out that the previous temptations and other tests, as well as the 100% safe second level of cultivation, are to screen out some monks who dare to take risks.
As long as you pass all the tests, it doesn't matter if you are a person who is dedicated to the Tao, but you are a cultivator who will not be fooled by some small temptations.
But now, it's the third floor.
The third layer has secret books, magic weapons, and insights from predecessors.
This is a big treasure house, and it depends on whether these people with a firm heart and for the greater good will do anything to their predecessors.
It doesn't matter whether you do it or not, there is a fourth layer of 'ladder' that is even more tempting.
Think about it, the third floor is full of treasures.
What is the fourth layer?
Even if there are so many "lessons learned from the past" everywhere, whoever dares to practice and break into the third level is not a person with a firm mind?
Give it a try, and try it naturally.
At least when Zhang Feng heard the news, he also wanted to take a look and climb the legendary ladder.
Chapter 373 Black Soil Hills (Two in One)
"The ladder here is strange." Zhang Feng thought and looked at the old man. "Maybe it is the test leading to the fourth floor."
"Whether it leads to the fourth floor, I dare not say for sure"
The old man turned his gaze to the left, "But I know that the sky ladder is in the center of the third floor of the Black Soil Hill, and it takes about 4 miles from this direction to reach it."
The old man said, as if he clearly felt Zhang Feng's desire to go to the ladder, or that as long as the monks who came to this enchantment, no one would not want to see it.
Even if you know it's a dead end.
Because those who can come to this place, and those who "simplely" pass the first two tests, everyone feels that they are the favored ones of heaven, and they are cautious.
Including that the old man was not surprised before he died, and he also felt that he just went to have a look and try it, and there should be nothing wrong.
Who knew that after such a pass, he stepped into the boundary barrier of the ladder, and hadn't seen the appearance of the ladder yet.
In the next moment, his physical body was stripped off, leaving only his soul.
But Zhang Feng didn't care what the old man thought, anyway, he was thinking of going to see it, and looked at this "local figure who lived here for 6000 years", politely clasped his fists,
"Please fellow daoists lead the way."
"This..." The old man paused for two breaths, and still tidied up the magic weapon placed on the ground a little bit, indicating to Zhang Feng when to leave?
Seeing the old man's cooperation, Zhang Feng also responded with kindness and answered the old man's previous question.
How is Qianhezong now?
While walking, Zhang Feng recalled the records in the ancient books, and said without any concealment: "Fellow Daoist, the Thousand Crane Sect you belonged to was destroyed by the Hufeng Gate in the Southern Region ten thousand years ago.
The specific reason is that your suzerain's youngest son injured a disciple in the Hufengmen in the southern region.
It was just a trivial matter, but it was a pity that they refused to give in to each other. No one thought that Hufengmen would go to war for the little inner disciple.
I expected that there was something hidden in it, but time has passed, and no one knows what exactly happened that year. "
"Destroyed Hufengmen" The old man heard that the sect was destroyed, and heard the words Hufengmen, but his expression was sad, and his spirit fluctuated a little, but he seemed to see something in the next moment and returned to normal.
It is also the old man who has died once, and has spent so long here.
Even if he has feelings for Zongmen, this feeling has gone through more than 3 years, and it has gradually changed into an obsession.
This kind of obsession is because he only wants to know the news of the sect that he thinks about day and night, rather than really caring about the rise and fall of the sect.
Even if there is a secret, there is a secret.
Because to be honest, even if the sect is strong, it is too strong to break through the barrier and save him.
Even if it is destroyed now, it is destroyed.
He also couldn't go out for revenge.
Just in the process of such helplessness and obsession dissipating.
After the old man found out about the sect, he sighed a few times and said in a normal tone, "I have been here for 6000 years, and the changes of time outside are also a common thing for monks of my generation.
But I also sigh, when I first stepped into this enchantment, I just wanted to obtain some secret treasures. After returning, I would use the power of the secret treasures to make the sect stronger.
It's a pity that I will stay in Yingmo forever."
When the old man said this, all the exclamations drifted away with the words.
Seeing that the old man's mind was gone, Zhang Feng also praised with a smile: "Friend Daoist is open-minded."
"How can there be open-mindedness?" The old man shook his head, "I have been in this world for so long. My current thoughts are only to survive on this black soil hill."
"The black soil hill is the center of the third floor. Is there something strange about it?" Zhang Feng heard the old man mention this place name twice, but asked clearly, wanting the old man to talk about it.
Because although the land here is also a piece of black soil, it can't be called a hill.
Besides, it's not dangerous here.
There is no need for the old man to say it again and again.
"It can't be called a strange and dangerous place." The old man said as he walked, as if recalling all kinds of third-level experiences in the past 3 years. Countless ascended monks came to explore.
And those who can come to this world, the aptitude and perseverance, of course I don't need to say much.
But it is exactly the same, here is a gathering of talented monks, and there will inevitably be some struggles in the long years.
The monks who can survive are naturally located in the hilly area, and there are also some less powerful monks attached to them.
Or, like me, surviving on the frontier.
It's dangerous there, but only to me.
But for fellow daoists, it can't be called a dangerous place. "
"It's common for monks to fight and argue." Zhang Feng took a few miles, the ground under his feet shrank into an inch, and the surrounding scenery passed by. "Now, who is the monk with the highest cultivation level in the hills?"
"But the peak of ascension" the old man was carried by Zhang Feng's aura, which saved a lot of aura, and his speech was stable, so he could talk freely, "There seems to be a barrier in this world, the highest state can only reach the peak of ascension
Unlike the outside world, you can ascend to the earth immortal. "
The old man said, but added, "But the monks in the third floor, although the peak can only ascend, but the strength is also divided into high and low.
Among them, the small world ascenders who have been in the Mojing for many years, their strength should not be compromised.
Even if there are only remnant souls left now, the strength of most ascenders is almost the same as that of ascension monks.
There are only a handful of my seniors on the Wuji Continent who can surpass them. "
"How many ascenders are there?" Zhang Feng asked after hearing this.
"27" The old man was lost in thought, "Maybe there are less than 27 people, because the last time I went to the hills was 1 years ago.
Recently, I haven't met any monks who came out of the hills."
When the old man said this, he actually wanted to say, "Perhaps when Zhang Feng and his gang pass by, and then they die, and then they are driven out from the hilly area, then he can get the latest first-hand information." '
But it's unlucky not to say that.
In case, if things go wrong and offend this powerful fellow daoist, then this fellow daoist can send him on his way now.
But Zhang Feng didn't guess too much about the old man's mind. Instead, he walked, his speed gradually slowing down, and he came to the bottom of a small black soil slope.
There are two ninth-level spirit stones here, which were randomly left here.
And even the old man didn't show much emotion when he saw these two spirit stones.
Nothing else, the main source of his cultivation now is the ghost energy here.
As for such a pure spiritual energy, it was like a flame meeting an ice cube, and it would only corrode his soul.
His current spirit is full of dead energy, just the opposite of the spirit stone which is full of vitality.
It's just that when he saw Zhang Feng put away the spirit stone and picked up a storage magic weapon next to him, he couldn't help persuading him: "Fellow Daoist, which fellow Daoist should belong to this place? Taking his treasure may cause some unnecessary trouble
After all, although my ghost cultivators have lost their physique and lost a lot of cultivation, there is more than one ghost cultivator in the hilly area so as not to attack them in groups."
"I am free to measure." Zhang Feng used his mind to see that the treasure had no owner and no breath, so he knew that the owner was probably dead.
Maybe he committed suicide because he couldn't bear the boundless lifespan, or he was purified by spirit stones, or died on the hills.