Just when Mo Chuan, led by Xian Yuan, took the teleportation array and left the first mountain peak.
the other side.
The small world in the Immortal Palace, the eighteenth mountain peak.
On this mountain peak, there is the last trial of the eighteen trials.
At this time, the teleportation array on the mountainside of the eighteenth mountain suddenly lit up, and a figure appeared in the teleportation array.
The figure walked out of the teleportation array. This was a handsome young man with a somewhat frail temperament. However, when he glanced around, there was a cold light in his eyes.
"This is the eighteenth trial. If you pass this most difficult trial, you should alert the weapon spirit of Miaoxian City. At that time, as soon as the weapon spirit appears, it will immediately cast the soul-destroying spell.
Talisman, let him die without a burial place!"
The frail young man secretly thought in his heart, his eyes becoming colder and colder, it was the clone of Xuan Qianjie who secretly sneaked into the Immortal Fate Palace to participate in the trial.
Then, his eyes fell on the central area of the mountainside. In that area, like other mountain peaks, there were many wooden houses, and the specific contents of the trial were set up in the houses.
However, all of these wooden houses have their doors open, and none of them has a closed door.
This means that before this, none of the trialists came here and were stuck in the previous trials.
The frail young man is the first tester to come here!
"This body's weapon-refining qualifications are indeed strong, far surpassing those of other testers. It is rare in ancient times and modern times. It is probably close to catching up with the Immortal King of Wonderful Weapons. It was the right choice to seize this body to participate in the trial.
"
The frail young man chuckled and took a step forward, preparing to walk towards the group of wooden houses ahead.
However, at this moment, the teleportation array behind it shook slightly and lit up again.
The frail young man couldn't help but pause in his footsteps, his eyes flickering slightly.
Behind, in the light of the teleportation array, another figure appeared out of thin air and walked out of the teleportation array.
This is a man in black with a long sword on his back. His face is indifferent and he can't see any emotional fluctuations. The long sword behind his back is not equipped with a scabbard. The silver-white sword blade is directly exposed, shining with an astonishing cold light, like a cold moon.
Spreading light.
The black-clothed sword cultivator slowly stepped forward, heading towards the group of wooden houses. However, after taking just a few steps, he saw the frail young man standing in front of him.
The swordsman in black raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised that someone could reach this mountain peak ahead of him.
"Your Excellency is proficient in the art of weapon refining and is proud of all the testers. He is the first to reach this eighteenth test, which is admirable."
The black-clothed swordsman looked at the frail young man, his face calmed down again, his expression was as calm as ever, like a wooden man without emotions, and he said: "But, the ugly words are ahead, I am determined to get something among the rewards of the trial here!"
"Wait a minute, if you fail to pass the test here, that's it. But if you pass it, and you still pass it before me, you must not receive the reward of the test here. You must wait for me to pass the test and choose
After completing the trial and receiving rewards, it will be your turn to choose again, do you understand?"
The naked threatening words came from the mouth of the swordsman in black. The key was that his face was still very calm, as if he was just explaining a trivial matter.
"Humph, fellow Taoist, you are so loud! The trials here are all based on one's personal attainments in the art of refining weapons. Whoever has stronger art of refining weapons will be able to pass the trial first and choose the rewards first. How can there be any concessions?
You choose first?!"
The frail young man's face turned cold. As a clone of Xuan Qianjie, the immortal lord, he was naturally full of arrogance. How could he stand this kind of anger?
"Your Excellency is wrong." However, the black-clothed sword cultivator shook his head, looked at the frail young man with indifferent eyes, and said slowly: "Whoever chooses the reward first does not depend on whose weapon refining skills are stronger, but on who has better weapon refining skills.
Let’s see... who has the bigger fist!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flew out from the long sword behind his back and slashed straight at the frail young man.
The frail young man's complexion changed slightly. He did not expect that the other party would take action at the slightest disagreement. He quickly stepped back to avoid this cold light.
However, he found in despair that he could not take even half a step back. The cold light flying towards him was full of terrifying pressure, suppressing him in place, making him unable to move.
The frail boy could only stand there and face the cold light. As the cold light approached, the pressure it exuded became clearer and clearer, causing the frail boy to shrink his pupils.
He finally sensed that this terrifying pressure was... Immortal King level pressure!
He had to take a breath. Those who could enter this small world to participate in the trial must be the younger generation under a hundred years old. In other words, the black-clothed sword cultivator in front of him was an Immortal King who was under a hundred years old.
exist!!!
Just as the frail young man was sighing, that cold light had already arrived and quickly passed over his body.
puff!
Blood spattered everywhere, and one arm fell to the ground.
The frail young man looked pale, gasping for air, covering his empty left shoulder, looking extremely painful.
"I'll cut off your arm first as a punishment. If you dare to disobey me in the future, you can choose the reward before me, and then I'll send you on your way. I hope you'll take care of yourself."
The black-clothed swordsman said calmly, without even looking at the frail young man, he continued to walk towards the group of wooden houses.
The frail young man hugged his left shoulder and stared at this scene with extremely malicious eyes.
However, he did not dare to catch up and seek revenge from the Black Sword.
Until the sword cultivator in black stopped in front of a wooden house, opened the door and walked in, the frail boy still didn't make any move.
"This child is an immortal king, and the body I took away from him has unparalleled aptitude for refining weapons, but his performance in practice is mediocre. He is just a spirit essence immortal, so he cannot be his enemy for the time being."
"Moreover, the moment he took action just now, he seemed to reveal some aura that did not belong to the Upper Immortal Realm. It is very likely that he was the monk from the Upper Immortal Realm who came to the Upper Immortal Realm this time. He has a great identity and is suspected to be a big force in that realm.
My young master brother."
"This time the other party comes to the immortal world, and he is accompanied by a guardian who transcends the realm of the Immortal King. He may be near Miaoxian City, so I can't do anything to him."
"The other clones have similar meanings. The advice they conveyed with the jade pendant of communication before is... If you meet this person, you should not kill him, but capture him. Use this person's life to make the person who surpasses the Immortal King
The protector of the environment throws a rat-proof weapon."
The frail young man's eyes were cold, his thoughts were whirling rapidly, and his thoughts were endless.