Futumen, one of the oldest beings on the suspended island, is like the symbol of the suspended island, standing there all the year round. ]

As if for thousands of years, no one knows when it actually appeared.

Just like a suspended island, it is always a mystery.

However, this does not prevent everyone from paying attention to it. It is said that this is a gate of good fortune and there are countless treasures in it.

Each time the suspended island opens, the seal of the floating slaughter gate is also reduced to the weakest.

I believe it will be completely open without today.

At that time, I am afraid that the strong men in the entire suspended island will have to gather there, waiting for their creation.

And who can get good fortune?

In addition to luck, there must be strong strength!

Lin Xuan met other disciples on the way and asked for this information by illusion. Now he is quickly rushing to the Futumen.

A long distance away, Lin Xuan saw a stone gate towering into the clouds, standing on the ground like a mountain peak.

With the constant approach, a sense of vicissitudes with endless years rushed forward.

Feeling the vague atmosphere above, Lin Xuan was amazed.

"Is this floating slaughter gate related to Fengdi?" He was puzzled, and there was an expectation.

"This should be a relic of the ancestral gate," said the wine grandpa, "but lost for a long time."

"It's been estimated for thousands of years!"

The winemaker's voice was a bit low.

"Ten thousand years?" Lin Xuan took a breath.

You know, the strong man who entered the Three Realms of Spirits has a life span of only a few hundred years. Compared with 10,000 years, it is really an ant than an elephant!

"What is there to stay for so long?" Lin Xuan suddenly felt a little worried.

"Yi Fengdi's sword is only an incomplete inheritance. If you can get a complete inheritance here, it will greatly increase your strength."

"Complete heritage?" Lin Xuan was a little emotional.

These are indeed possible, after all, he came here because of that weird key.

A little further forward, you can see the figure flashing, and all kinds of breaking sounds coming.

Each one is strong, the weakest is the spiritual practice of the Sixth Heaven of the Linghai, most of which is the practice of the Seventh Heaven of the Linghai.

Several of them have practiced beyond the Linghai Realm!

"Half-step Rongling!" Lin Xuan moved slightly. I didn't expect to see the half-step Rongling here. He thought that he had used all his cards to kill a half-step Rongling warrior.

With the improvement of his practice, but also practicing two new martial arts, he can compete against one or two.

However, it is still difficult to kill, unless he enters the Seventh Level of the Linghai, or Jianyi Xiaocheng.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan ran forward.

Along the way, from time to time, his eyes swept over his body, and when he saw the six-fold cultivation of Linghai, he quickly retreated.

Lin Xuan smiled, didn't care, it was better, it didn't need to attract the attention of others.

However, if someone really thinks of him as an ordinary six-armed warrior, he doesn't mind giving the other party an unforgettable lesson.

Over time, more and more people came near the floating slaughter gate.

With so many people here, it is inevitable that there will be some friction, but so far no one has fought.

Most of it is because of the floating slaughter gate, the kind of breath it emits makes people awe in their hearts.

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered. He made a rough calculation. About 300 people came here, and many more came.

These people wear different Zongmen costumes, but they are easy to recognize.

In fact, except for remote countries such as Xia Guo and Ying Guo, the number of disciples sent by some countries in the central part of the Tiannan region is very large.

One is because of geographical reasons, and the strength of these places is different.

Although they are all Samsung gates, the gap is huge.

The crowd waited quietly, and suddenly a violent spiritual fluctuation came from a distance.

Several figures rushed to the vicinity of the floating slaughter gate and attracted the attention of nearly half of them.

Because they called all the way.

The blade of air was stern, with a strong momentum, as if to break through the sky, that breath would dissipate a lot of the pressure brought by the floating butcher door.

"Is this knife?"

"So powerful, who is this guy?"

"I don't know. It looks like his clothes don't look like people from several major gates. Is it a warrior in the border area?"

The soldiers in the neighborhood talked a lot, all staring at the young man with a long knife.

Lin Xuan also looked up, then he showed a surprised expression.

"It turned out to be him?"

Lin Xuan touched his chin. The young man also knew him and even had a brief fight.

He just asked Xue Zong's cold knife, the genius who realized the meaning of the knife.

The dazzling knife lighted up, like a sky knife, falling suddenly.

Murder was pervasive, with the coldness of cold, splitting the earth.

At the rear, a huge fist, like a small hill, suddenly blasted out, hitting the sword, and exploded.

The sound was like thunder, and everyone really had numbness in their ears.

"No, rewind!"

"Damn, it's terrifying!"

Many warriors closed their ears with their souls, and their bodies recoiled backwards.

Lin Xuan stepped lightly, his body floating out like duckweed.

"Miscellaneous things, quickly hand over the elixir!" The man behind was furious.

"I got the elixir, and it is impossible to give it to an outsider! If you don't take it, go to war, Leng will take it!"

"This guy is so crazy, not even the top of the Seventh Peak of Linghai!"

"I realized the sword at such a young age, it must be a genius. How could such a person lose?"

"Boy, go crazy. When my strong man from Heifengzong comes, I will let you know what regrets!" The black disciple hummed.

"It turned out to be the disciples of Heifengzong?" The crowd was shocked, looking at the black-armed warrior with awe.

Feeling the horrified eyes of the crowd, the young man in black was proud: "Offended me, Heifengzong, you are dead!"

"It won't take long for Master Lingfengzi to come and kill you like a dog!"

"When he comes, the battle will be!" Leng Yidao's voice was cold, like ice that would not change for thousands of years.

"Huh, you dare to be arrogant until you die!" Heifengzong's warrior stood aside with a cold face.

Leng Yidao ignored him directly and walked forward.

Wow

Nearby martial arts rushed away, for fear of getting in touch with Leng Yidao.

Leng Yidao is not afraid of Heifengzong, which does not mean that they are not afraid.

Heifeng Zong is powerful, and he is also a top-notch existence in the Samsung Zongmen, and the disciples who come here this time also have Lingfengzi.

That's one of the strongest geniuses!

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"Brother, here."

Suddenly, a hearty voice came from the crowd.

The crowd was stunned, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Leng Yidao has offended Heifengzong. It can be said that everyone avoided it. Now someone even greets him with such enthusiasm, don't you know how to write the dead words?

All the soldiers around looked back, and finally saw a teenager in the crowd.

A blue shirt, black hair like a waterfall, a calm smile on his face, his eyes were as deep as the stars.

"Good boy!" Everyone admired.

"Oh, no, hide!" The warriors reacted, jumping away as if they were avoiding a scorpion, with expressions of panic