Chapter 111 Dark Race

The corpse is no different from a normal human being. It is the image of a strong man, but the position of his chest is marked with a flame totem, which is not a tattoo, but a natural skin texture.

"This is the corpse of the descendants of the Wuman clan among the three dark races of the Dark Royal Court. Many of you should have heard that the biggest enemy of the empire is the Dark Royal Court, and in the Dark Royal Court, only the Wuman clan is Our mortal enemy."

Xu Sanqi's voice was cold and stiff, like a sword like a sword.

When he spoke, he took out the body and placed it on the high platform, so that all the students could see it clearly.

Lin Xun had read a lot of books in Donglin City, and knew that the Dark Royal Court was located in the western border of the empire and the turbulent wasteland outside the southwestern border.

It is an unknown and dangerous place. It is said that the territory is much larger than the entire Zi Yao Empire, and the Dark Royal Court was established in it. The entire country is composed of three dark races, namely the Wuman clan, the abyss demon and the cold moon. Soul clan.

Every ethnic group has an extremely long history, dating back tens of thousands of years.

In the history of the Zi Yao Empire, there have been more than one wars with the Dark Royal Court, almost losing more and winning less. It is also in the last few hundred years that the situation of the empire has been stabilized with the unparalleled power of the current emperor, making the Dark Royal Court dare not come. Commitment, in exchange for a brief period of peace for the empire.

Of course, these are only one-sided introductions in the books, so Lin Xun can't form a specific understanding of the dark royal court at all. And in front of him, there is a real corpse of a descendant of witch barbarians!

"The Wuman clan is divided into nine branches, each of which has a unique fighting talent. The corpse in front of him comes from the Huoman branch of the Wuman clan, and its power ranks fourth among the nine branches."

When it comes to Wu Man, Xu Sanqi is no longer as concise as before.

"The entire Huoman tribe, with millions of warriors, is comparable to the army of cultivators in the four provinces of the empire. Their leader is called the Huoman King. He is one of the few terrifying existences that can be opposed in the entire empire. There are only legendary powerhouses at the level of the wheel-turning realm."

"Except for the Huoman tribe, the situation of the other eight branches of the Wuman tribe is similar."

"Wuman's cultivation realm is different from ours. It is divided into five levels: barbarian slave, barbarian, strong man, great witch, and enlightened spirit. The corpse in front of him is a ninth-level barbarian slave in the Huoman tribe, which is equivalent to our real martial arts nine-level realm. Repairer."

After Xu Sanqi's introduction, Lin Xun realized that the strength realm of the Wuman clan seems to be called differently, but in fact, in terms of power control, it is no different from the five realms of cultivators.

Like a barbarian slave, it corresponds to a true martial artist.

Like a barbarian, it corresponds to a spiritual practitioner.

Like a fighter, it corresponds to a spiritual cultivator, but the general fighter is also called a shaman warrior. In the three thousand mountains, the one who hunted down the summer solstice was a shaman who was comparable to the spiritual sea.

Clang!

There was an extra sharp blade in Xu Sanqi's palm, and his wrist flicked skillfully. The blade cut through the flame totem in the corpse's chest in an instant, and blazing blood flowed out. His internal organs were clearly visible, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Xu Sanqi's expression remained unchanged, his palms and fingers were inserted directly into the broken chest cavity, and he quickly pulled out a ball of meat that looked like a heart, bloody and emitting a disgusting stench.

"To kill the enemy, you must first understand everything about the enemy. The chest cavity of the descendants of the Huoman tribe is covered with flame totems. When fighting, they will turn into a pair of 'totem fire armor' to protect their hearts. At the same time, the heart is also its core. The key point is to gather all the strength of its cultivation."

In the following time, Xu Sanqi dissected the corpse expressionlessly, while explaining the structure of the corpse and its weaknesses to the students.

Although many teenagers and girls couldn't stand the stench and blood emanating from the corpse, they still held back and listened carefully.

Xu Sanqi undoubtedly knew the Wuman clan like the back of his hand, which made people wonder how many Wuman he had killed in the past to have such a wealth of experience and insight.

By the time the explanation was over, half an hour had passed. Xu Sanqi washed his hands, called two attendants, and distributed a book to each student.

All the knowledge about the Wuman clan is recorded in the book.

Xu Sanqi's request is very simple. After three days, there will be an assessment. The content of the assessment is the knowledge of the Wuman clan. Those who pass the assessment will get a certain amount of points, and those who fail the assessment will be eliminated.

After the course, Lin Xun and other students from Camp 39 were brought into a hall with a large spiritual pattern array for will training.

Until the tenth of the evening, when Lin Xun came out of the hall, his legs were a little weak and his face was slightly pale, but his expression still remained calm.

The other students were different. Some were trembling all over, and their faces were twitching constantly.

There are only eight or nine people who can keep calm like Lin Xun, but they are also like Lin Xun, their faces are slightly pale and their eyes are a little dazed.

The will training just now was extremely cruel and perverted. The large-scale spiritual pattern array arranged in the main hall can release the high temperature like flames, the cold like ice caves, the shock like thunder and lightning, and the screaming like hurricanes. impact and oppression.

And what these academies have to do is to sit in it for an hour, no cultivation, and no movement at all.

That kind of taste is simply more painful and torturous than killing with real swords and guns.

This is torture and oppression from the soul and mind, and it is also a kind of training for the cultivator's perseverance. Ordinary people are afraid that they will completely collapse and go crazy if they can't hold on for a few minutes.

No matter what, Lin Xun and the other twenty-eight people were able to persevere and not be eliminated, which is indeed a very good thing.

This day's training is over.

When they learned all this, everyone couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. A rough-skinned, heartless guy like Ning Meng even had the urge to cry with joy.

So fucking cruel!

From four in the morning, he began to carry out all kinds of cruel and abnormal training, fighting with the flame golden spider, fighting with the students of the same camp, enduring the stench and blood, listening to Xu Sanqi's dissection of the corpse of the witch, and conducting will training. ...

It seems that there are not many training items, but each item is enough to torture people to death, it is like walking through hell.

Most of the students present were from extraordinary backgrounds, and their previous lives were extremely rich and comfortable. They had what they wanted, and they had never suffered such crimes before.

If they hadn't been tempered with the foundation of cultivation since childhood, and their aptitudes and talents were all extremely good, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to persevere at all.

And the experience of this day has also made everyone deeply understand what the blood killing camp is. Everything here cannot be described by the word cruelty, but perverted!

...

The dinner was plentiful and even came with a real panacea!

Elixir, the essence of spiritual medicine, has infinite wonderful uses, only the master of medicine can refine it, it is extremely precious and rare.

The elixir prepared at the Blood Killing Camp dinner is called "Condensation Pill". It is a high-quality elixir for quenching cultivation and dredging the meridians. ! It can also be seen that as long as you can complete the daily brutal training without being eliminated, you can also enjoy great benefits.

After dinner, the day's training was over, and all the trainees returned to their respective places of residence, and were not allowed to go out without orders.

Lin Xun still stayed in that cramped and dark cave. A day of cruel training left him physically and mentally exhausted and could not wait to fall asleep.

Shaking his head fiercely, Lin Xunqiang braced himself, swallowed the condensation pill he brought back from dinner, and then began to meditate.

Among the twenty-eight students in Camp 39, he was the only cultivator at the sixth level of true martial arts. Almost all of the others were above the eighth level of true martial arts, and those at the seventh level of true martial arts were very rare.

Lin Xun also knew that at present, he couldn't compare with those guys.

Students like Ning Meng, Shi Yu, Qi Can, Wen Mingxiu, Li Qiu, and Mu Lengxin all have deep backgrounds, and from the moment they were born, they were destined to be different from others.

They have inexhaustible cultivation resources, whether it is the exercises they practice, the elixir they swallow, or the cultivation education they receive, they are all top-notch in the world, and they have a great advantage in the innate.

Compared with them, Lin Xun looked a little unbearable. Because of the digging of the spiritual veins of his life, he was weak and sickly since he was a child. .

It's no different from crap.

Fortunately, because of the "Secret Realm of Tongtian", Lin Xun's cultivation trajectory has been completely reversed. In less than a year, he has continuously broken through and promoted, and has the cultivation of the sixth level of true martial arts.

This promotion speed is indeed amazing, but compared with other students in the camp, there is still a certain gap.

It's like this condensed pill, Lin Xun regarded it as a treasure, but at dinner, Ning Meng didn't agree with this pill, saying that when he was wearing open-crotch pants, he took this pill as a jelly and ate it, Nothing at all.

And Lin Xun learned from Ning Meng that among the students in their Camp 39 alone, there are more than ten powerful characters who can break through and advance to the spiritual realm in one fell swoop.

Ning Meng himself was one of them, and besides him, Shi Yu, Qi Can, and Wen Mingxiu were all like this.

The reason why they didn't choose to break through the realm to advance is almost all to temper their own Dao foundation and cultivation base to the real limit. In this way, when they advance to the spiritual realm, they will have a terrifying power that is far beyond ordinary people!

Moreover, the stronger the foundation, the more beneficial it will be for future practice.

Regardless of whether the foundation is solid or not, blindly pursuing the promotion speed is like a castle in the air.

This is the cultivation education received by the children of the wealthy. Even if they are domineering and domineering, even if they are arrogant and arrogant, the environment in which they grew up and the edification of their elders make them destined to take many detours in their cultivation. They are far from poor children. comparable.

this is the truth. Now Lin Xun wants to catch up with and surpass this kind of person, only with more effort and time.

Complaining and cynicism will never solve a problem.