Xu Xiaoshou smiled and shook his head.

He came to this world not long ago.

But he already felt himself sinking deeply into it.

"Isn't living just struggling in the swamp?"

"Either break this day, or drown and die."

silence.

"Jinzhao Fire Seed..."

The cool breeze blew, Xu Xiaoshou murmured, looking into the distance.

After a pause, he did not choose to rest. He even gave up on his favorite sleeping practice in the past and walked directly out.

The message Elder Qiao brought was more than just a warning.

The Linggong team set off early, and Xu Xiaoshou was notified of the news that the White Cave would be opened soon.

"White Cave..."

With a click, Xu Xiaoshou closed the door behind him and went out again after returning from the dusty journey.

"The target is in the eighth palace!"

…

The next day.

"Boom!"

The sky was dark and gloomy, there was obviously no electricity, and the sky was roaring.

The sky seemed to be collapsing, sometimes cracking and sometimes shattering, as if some ancient creature was about to come out from inside, it was extremely permeable.

"Ta-ta-ta."

A series of footsteps stopped, and the crowded town of Hachigongli all turned sideways glances.

"Someone is coming!"

Someone shouted in a low voice, his voice full of enthusiasm and longing.

"No, I should say, the sheep are coming."

These strong men with knives and axes, facing the young horses slowly walking towards the entrance of the town, the green light in their eyes almost overflowed directly.

"Which one from the spiritual palace can you tell me about the attack?"

"You don't care which spiritual palace he belongs to, remember his face first. These young people will at least have an exquisite stone on their bodies."

"The elders of their family are not here, or they are alone..."

"hey-hey!"

"I heard that Lao Du and his gang have already killed several disciples from aristocratic families here."

"Now, not only are my pockets full of exquisite stones, I even carry a bowl for eating. I heard that it has been specially forged with exquisite stones."

"Hahaha, Lao Du can do it. Once you finish those few votes, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."

"I'm envious. When will I be as good as Lao Du and be able to auction exquisite stones at auction?"

"I heard that the last of the three has been sold for tens of millions, right?"

"Tsk tsk!"

Everyone nearby suddenly laughed sinisterly.

Indeed, the opening of the different-dimensional space this time is really different from the past.

Many people hold the title of Spiritual Array Master and use Spiritual Array Master badges stolen from who knows where, even if they are not officially recognized.

But at least, you can have the right to live in the eighth house.

And as the opening day of the White Grotto gradually arrives.

The Eighth Palace has also transformed from an uninhabited and desolate place into a place where spiritual formation masters can communicate with each other.

Here, there are spiritual formation masters per capita.

Whether you are a sword cultivator, a physical cultivator, or any other miscellaneous cultivator, if your secondary occupation is not a spiritual formation master, you probably won't even be qualified to join.

And all of this stems from Hong Yi's invitation to "Invite all the spiritual formation masters in the world to come to the White Cave to break the formation."

Admittedly, this move did attract a lot of super powerful spiritual masters.

But there are obviously many people who can exploit loopholes in the rules, no matter which world they are in.

And there are definitely no shortage of desperadoes in the world.

Convinced that there were few people in red and even disdain to intervene in the low-end game, some people directly started doing black market business.

In these days, the old foxes have taught the young people who are just starting out with their bloody lessons more than one lesson.

There are some things that if you don't have the strength, you really don't even have the qualifications to get involved.

There are some thresholds, even if you get the key, you are not even qualified to step out!

…

"Brother Wolf, these guys..."

A white-robed swordsman called to the leading young man with wolf-tailed green hair.

Facing those old foxes who were eyeing him eagerly, there was already a little panic and fear in his voice.

After all, when I was in the Spiritual Palace, I had never met so many spiritual masters even when I went out to do tasks.

What's more, these guys in front of me all have stern faces, and they are not good people to talk to at first glance.

"Afraid of a bird egg?"

Luo Qinglang looked back, his cold brows raised high, his voice full of indifference.

"Anyone who can show off here when they have time is basically rubbish."

"Even if the White Cave is opened and they can get in, they will probably be the cannon fodder at the bottom. Are you afraid of that?"

"What's more, they are not qualified to enter."

"Ah!"

He hummed coldly, closed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the dark corners of various places.

"What you really have to guard against are those dark hands who are secretly planning to take action."

"This kind of person is the kind of person who licks the blood with his knife, cheats, abducts and kills, and uses all possible means to do anything."

"I can't wait until you fall asleep at night. I'll stab your little brother, and then I'll take the three exquisite stones from you."

"Hiss!" The white-robed swordsman felt a chill in his lower body and shuddered.

After a pause, he said doubtfully: "But Brother Lang, I only have one exquisite stone!"

"Ah."

Luo Qinglang smiled and said nothing.

Without further explanation, he stopped. His spiritual sense had already sensed the elder who was hiding behind the team, but because of his nervousness, he exposed the fluctuating elder.

"Damn old guy, you told me that I will lead the team, so you don't need to follow."

"This is like a pendant. It's hanging from a distance. Do you really think I can't see it because of the distance?"

"Silly bird!"

Cursing in his heart, he turned around, smiled at a masked woman behind him and said, "Miss Zhiwen, the Eighth Palace is ahead, shall we go in?"

Yu Zhiwen's eyes were calm and he nodded calmly.

Before she spoke, another man holding a sword on the side glanced at Luo Qinglang's courteous expression and couldn't help but start muttering.

"We're all in the eighth palace. If you don't go in, you'll be drinking from the northwest wind!"

"Cheng Xingchu, do you have any opinions?" Luo Qinglang turned around with a smile.

"I……"

Cheng Xingchu touched the sword and resisted the urge to strike.

This idiot really thinks that because his cultivation level is stronger than his own, he can really ignore his identity?

A heartless thing!

He has broken through to the Grandmaster realm at a very young age. Isn't this a waste of an opportunity to attack the Holy Palace?

It's ridiculous to have a good talent, but just to show off your bravery for a moment!

Cheng Xingchu sneered.

If the price for his action hadn't been too high, no matter how strong Luo Qinglang was, he would still show off to this guy.
To be continued...