Wang Chen stood awkwardly in front of Shi Mei, lying down without any image and gasping for air.
His hair was messy, his clothes were torn in many places, and he was covered in blood, but in the end he won.
This second trial is a hundred times more difficult than the first!
It's like you were doing 1+1=2 one second ago, and it became calculus the next second.
"If this is the case, how will you pass the next two trials? Will you die here in a few days?" He was thinking wildly in his mind, and he got up, sat cross-legged and took the time to adjust his breathing.
"This time, is it still the same as last time, no need to adjust the breath, and directly challenge the third trial?" Shi Mei said coldly.
Wang Chen's eyes suddenly opened. This puppet actually holds a grudge?!
No. He decisively refused.
In the battle just now, he originally wanted to keep a few trump cards, but he didn't know that the fat man who was born in an unknown era was too strong and had an ancient inheritance. The two sides exchanged trump cards, and it was difficult to distinguish. In the end, Wang Chen's way of humanity and the way of Shura were unified.
On the way, he barely defeated the fat man who looked like a worldly mortal.
Wang Chen is not a hot-blooded young man. He is not easily provoked.
According to the degree of energy improvement of the trial subject, even if he turns on the true immortal state and works hard, he may not be able to pass the third trial, let alone the final fourth trial.
The only way is to break through the third trial and use the spiritual power of the genius after the death of the third trial to break through to the fifth nirvana.
Although he had only broken through the fourth nirvana not long ago, with the pure spiritual power support in this great formation, just the spiritual power left over from the first two trials had already made him take a big step towards the fifth nirvana.
, if the spiritual energy in the third trial is sufficient, it is not impossible to break through this small realm.
"Your opponent just now was Kuang Heng, the leader of the Qionghua sect. Before the age of 20, Kuang Heng had a weak statement and dull appearance, and was not valued by his disciples. However, after he turned 18, he accumulated a lot of experience and his talent gradually emerged, and he was
Known as Qionghua's once-in-a-millennium genius, if he doesn't want to, he will be the leader of Qionghua Sect. What you just encountered was him when he was 18 years old, and his age is the same as yours." Shi Mei's emotionless voice was light.
Tell it.
"It took me a long time to do this, but this is still a guy whose strength only emerged after he turned 18. Fortunately, I am only 18. If I were a little older, wouldn't I be in his peak state and lose miserably?"
"No, he is so strong, he probably hid his strength before he turned 18." Wang Chen was surprised and unsure.
"In the past thirteen thousand years, a total of five people have passed this trial." Shi Mei continued to say calmly.
"There are only five people in thirteen thousand years?" Wang Chen showed a hint of joy inexplicably.
After Shi Mei finished speaking, she stopped talking, just like a lifelike statue.
The rich spiritual energy enveloped Wang Chen, and he began to absorb the spiritual power he had just swallowed, on the one hand to make up for the losses in the previous battle, and on the other hand, to improve his own cultivation.
This is a life-and-death moment, and every improvement in cultivation may be the difference between life and death.
In the silence, Shi Mei's eyes moved slowly, looking at Wang Chen, and then returned to being empty.
An hour later.
"The third trial begins." Shi Mei said.
"In thirteen thousand years, no one has been able to pass this trial. Your opponent is Nie Ren, an abandoned disciple who was once possessed by demons, rebelled against the Qionghua Sect, and caused a bloody storm in the world of cultivation. While he was doing evil in the world of cultivation,
All the cultivators who met him died, including the law enforcement team composed of the leaders of the three peaks of the Qionghua Sect."
"The headmaster was once furious and said that those who do not have the strength to clean up the family are not worthy of the name of Qionghua's true son. Your opponent is him." After saying that, the slim figure slowly disappeared.
"For more than 10,000 years, no one has passed the test? This is only the third time. There is still another level to come."
"What is this kind of trial arranged for?" Wang Chen was deeply puzzled. Is it useful for him to fight for the title of Qionghua Zhenzi, who has already destroyed the sect?
Phew, the wind and sand are rising. The scene of the trial formation suddenly changes.
A blood-red desert stretched as far as the eye could see, and a thunderbolt flashed across the sky.
The patter of raindrops fell, and the fishy smell hit your nostrils.
Wang Chen, who was in a desert, spread his hands and saw that the raindrops were so red that they were dazzling.
It's a rain of blood.
In the rain, the biting cold air made Wang Chen suddenly shiver.
It felt like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were rushing towards him.
How long have you not had this feeling of heart palpitations?
In the blood rain, a figure slowly emerged and walked from the rain.
He was short in stature, and his slightly curly long hair was messy. His black clothes were soaked by the rain of blood and stuck to his body. In his hand was a bloody long knife, with red rain slowly dripping down the blade.
The heartbeat speeds up, which is the taste of fear.
"Can this kind of murderous aura really be possessed by people?" Wang Chen felt that the world was very quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
"Eight times of nirvana..." he murmured.
When the other party was 18 years old, he had achieved nirvana eight times.
After a brief silence, Wang Chen suddenly burst out laughing.
He wanted to use laughter to dispel the suppressed fear in his heart.
Boom! Bloody murderous intent shot up into the sky, and he had already activated the Shura Dao Sword Technique to resist.
Otherwise, he doubted that he would be defeated without a fight.
The top figure in the ancient immortal world is so terrifying.
Click!
A bolt of thunder flashed across the sky, and the dark environment became as bright as day at this moment.
At this moment, Nie Ren suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes.
Whoosh!
He suddenly disappeared on the spot, and wherever he passed, there were bloody shadows.
Ding ding ding, the sound of fighting sounded for an instant, and silence returned in the blink of an eye.
Blood shadows passed by.
puff!
Several knife marks appeared on Wang Chen's body, and blood spurted out wildly.
Shura Dao... was completely defeated in front of Nie Ren.
"You also cultivate the power of killing and calamity? Unfortunately, your killing is not enough. Like me, I have already lost countless cultivators who have died in my hands! When I achieve the power of killing and calamity, who in the world can stop me." Nie Ren
He actually opened his mouth to speak, using ancient immortal prose.
The golden sword tip was slightly raised, and there seemed to be blood beads. It might be a rain of blood, or it might be blood splashing on it. Wang Chen pointed his sword at Nie Ren.
Give me your spiritual power. Wang Chen said harshly.
Boom!
Thunder flashed across the sky, and a dazzling golden light shone in the rain of blood.
A head of dazzling blond hair was flying, and Wang Chen's entire body was enveloped in a golden light, like a golden flash that cut through the darkness.
True immortal bloodline!
His strongest trump card.
A golden light pillar rose from the ground, it was a giant sword energy.
With a bang, this sword energy fell with the force of splitting the sky and splitting the earth, and a bottomless trench appeared in the desert.
The sword energy that divides gold and breaks stone shoots out in all directions.
In the storm caused by this true power, two figures, one golden and one red, started a life-and-death fight.
"Hahaha, this is interesting." Nie Ren laughed, and blood-red wings formed behind him.
The rain of blood kept falling, gradually extinguishing the light.
The world is blood red.
In the blood red, a dazzling golden light appeared isolated and helpless.
Amidst the radiating sword energy, Nie Ren gradually gained the upper hand. His whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood armor, and even his mouth had white fangs.
This is the battle between immortals and demons.
It's just a pity that the cultivation levels of the two sides are completely different by three realms.
boom!
The two sides exchanged swords, and a violent explosion erupted in mid-air.
With a ferocious laugh, Nie Ren slashed down with his sword, leaving a terrifying scar on Wang Chen's body and knocking him down from the air to the ground.
"Happy. If you still have any skills, just show them. Otherwise, you will die!" Nie Ren floated in the air, with his bloody wings spread out behind him, like a demon.
As soon as he finished speaking, his red pupils shrank suddenly.
A terrifying sword energy shot into the sky.
The sword energy was golden, and the golden light was dazzling, instantly dyeing the bloody sky golden, solemn and sacred.
The sky vaguely revealed the human forms of countless saints and bodhisattvas, and the Buddhist chants asked.