I have a promise with the beauty

Yang Qingshan did not expect that entering the temple to meet the emperor's clone was also a trial, and this trial tested cultivation. Yang Qingshan was already standing at the back of the crowd, at least two hundred meters away from the emperor's clone.

, but this distance is a road of life and death. After a while, two more people at the front of the crowd turned into dust, and the wavy spiritual pressure made Yang Qingshan carry a mountain on his back, every step of the way was difficult.

The woman of royal blood stood at the edge of the temple, her whole body trembling. She really didn't know why her father had such a powerful clone here. This was already the seventh heaven, and the last clone that came out was the eighth heaven.

As the beloved daughter of her father, she only knew that her father had six clones, three of them died, and now there are three more. The clones of the seventh and eighth heavens have appeared. Where is the other one? Where is the true form of the father?

"You are so powerful. The secrets of the law of life are in the hands of the emperor. No wonder all the royal brothers are watching with eager eyes." The woman pondered for a while, took a step back, her body finally stopped shaking, and she raised her head.

At that time, half of the hundreds of people were already dead, but Yang Qingshan, who was walking at the back, did not move a step, as if he was admiring it, which made the woman a little curious.

It's not that Yang Qingshan doesn't want to go forward, but he can't go forward, because at the beginning, the spiritual pressure of the emperor's clone is focused on the person in front, but as he moves forward, the spiritual pressure of the emperor's clone is concentrated on Yang Qingshan

This was Yang Qingshan's feeling. He seemed to be taking special care of himself, and Yang Qingshan also noticed that the eyes of the emperor's clone were squinted, but they were staring at him.

"You've been targeted, boy. Did you reveal your flaws?" Old Man Tianyue said gloatingly.

"How do I know? What should I do now? Move forward? Or...just stand like this." Yang Qingshan asked doubtfully.

"Of course we are going forward, is there any use standing here?" Old Man Tianyue lectured: "Use your divine dragon body, you can only fight desperately here, even if the emperor's clone sees your identity, you don't care, this mystery

The emperor must have some purpose to act so boldly."

"I know, I am obviously choosing a cauldron, so let him see my strength and whether I am suitable to be the best cauldron."

Yang Qingshan thought about it, took the risk, and took a step. The spiritual pressure that suddenly pressed on him was no longer a mountain, but a mountain range. Yang Qingshan's step forward crushed the bricks and stones on the ground with a bang.

Qingshan groaned again and took another step. The heavy steps made the people in front breathe a sigh of relief, as if they had been saved. He stopped slightly in front and glanced at Yang Qingshan behind him. Everyone looked at each other.

Then continue walking forward.

The space in the temple is very large, 500 meters in length. Each step Yang Qingshan takes is less than half a meter. However, at this slow speed, Yang Qingshan still approaches the throne not far in front step by step and passes through it.

He overcame the crowd in front and became the first person to walk, while the crowd behind Yang Qingshan became quiet and silently gathered their strength.

Although the emperor on the throne is just a clone, his cultivation in the Seventh Heaven is not easy to mess with. He squinted at the crowd from the beginning, but when he was tested with his own spiritual pressure, he was surprised to find that he was at the end.

But Yang Qingshan can have a strong resonance with his own spiritual pressure. This is the first time in hundreds of thousands of years that this has happened. It seems that his practice of the law of life is going to be successful. Yang Qingshan is really as powerful as he needs.

Cauldron, but for people's safety and to see how strong his body is, the emperor's clone will continue to give Yang Qingshan more powerful spiritual pressure.

Yang Qingshan's legs were already in severe pain while walking. The powerful spiritual pressure made it impossible for Yang Qingshan to lift his head, and Yang Qingshan felt that as he got closer and closer to the throne, the spiritual pressure on his body would increase.

The more concentrated he is, the more he will bear all the spiritual pressure released by the emperor's clone in the end.

"It's cool, kid, come on, you must resist." Old Man Tianyue said carelessly in the world, but he was holding an extremely concentrated black glass in his hand to help Yang Qingshan relieve some of the pressure of spiritual pressure.

, and the black colored glaze is becoming more and more concentrated.

"What are you doing?" Yang Qingshan asked in surprise.

"Before you came here, I collected all the black glaze on the planet to help you improve the defensive power of the glaze shirt you are wearing. If successful, the glaze shirt you are wearing should be able to reach the level of a top-grade immortal weapon, second only to

To the divine weapon." Old Man Tianyue said nonchalantly.

"real?"

"Fake."

"Really, is it reliable?"

"Of course it's reliable."

Yang Qingshan stopped talking. No matter what Old Man Tianyue is doing, as long as he does not harm himself, the problem now is that there is the spiritual pressure of the emperor's clone in front of him, and he will be crushed at any time, while the dozens of people behind him are all restrained.

With murderous intent, Yang Qingshan would not have noticed it if he was not too close. Now it can be said that there is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, and he has become a subtle chess piece between the two sides.

Yang Qingshan knew that every move he made would determine the changes in the temple. Whether he lived or died, whether he was a victim or a bystander all depended on Yang Qingshan's actions. However, Yang Qingshan could only do two things now.

Either to move forward or to stop, but the current situation is such that Yang Qingshan cannot choose at all. The rolling spiritual pressure in front and the restrained murderous aura behind him make Yang Qingshan's skin twitch tightly.

.

Walk!

Yang Qingshan took a step forward and sped up. He wanted to change his speed to change the situation that was torturing him. Sure enough, when Yang Qingshan's speed suddenly accelerated, the first thing that changed was the murderous aura behind him, which was suddenly released.

And staring at the spiritual pressure, it almost accelerated dozens of times. The rolling spiritual pressure could hardly keep up with Yang Qingshan's speed. Then the spiritual pressure released by the emperor's clone also changed with Yang Qingshan's speed. Even though all the spiritual pressure was

The pressure shrouded Yang Qingshan's body. Yang Qingshan's footsteps stopped, and the dozens of people behind him lost the pressure of spiritual pressure almost in an instant, and they violently burst out with all their suppressed murderous aura.

The murderous intent like a violent wind was released in the temple. The woman standing on the edge of the temple just watched all this happening indifferently. Dozens of figures burst out behind Yang Qingshan with a strong light, at least like tens of thousands of crystal raindrops.

It shot towards the throne in front of Yang Qingshan and exploded halfway. The violent murderous aura mixed with the storm of spiritual power. Dozens of figures shot out from behind Yang Qingshan at the speed of lightning and pounced directly on him in the chaos.

took the throne.

"kill!"

Rumble…

Yang Qingshan stood firm in the explosion of spiritual powers colliding with each other. The powerful divine dragon body made Yang Qingshan just vomit a mouthful of blood, and then looked dumbfounded as the spiritual power storm in front of him slowly condensed, and finally condensed on the throne of the emperor.

In the palm of the clone's hand, the dozens of people who had rushed out to assassinate the emperor's clone had completely disappeared, turning into dust and slowly floating in the air, like starlight. The beautiful massacre made Yang Qingshan feel sick to his stomach, but Yang Qingshan still stood firm.

He raised his head and curled up into a smile, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, while the emperor's clone's spiritual pressure had not weakened at all since the assassination.

"Assassinating the father, a bunch of lunatics." The woman sneered disdainfully, looking at Yang Qingshan, the only person left in the temple.

As the spiritual power gathered on the throne, there was a crystal in the palm of the emperor's clone. This was the condensed spiritual power of dozens of people who assassinated him. Once this crystal was refined, it would be enough for Yang Qingshan to break through to the fifth heaven.

With his cultivation level, the emperor's clone never changed the ruthlessness on his face, squinting as he watched Yang Qingshan step by step in front of him.

There is only one step left before Yang Qingshan can stand on the high platform of the throne, but it is this last step that Yang Qingshan does not know whether to continue walking, because the spiritual pressure of the emperor's clone suddenly becomes extremely powerful at this moment. With Yang Qingshan now

The strength is simply not enough to go up, and Yang Qingshan doesn’t know when the trial will be completed.

"Come up." The emperor's clone said in a deep voice, as if the assassination just now did not exist.

Yang Qingshan did not speak. He gritted his teeth and raised his legs almost in slow motion. With all his spiritual power, under the power of the divine dragon's body, one foot stood firmly on the high platform. As long as he exerted force, the other foot was lifted.

Stepping on the high platform, Yang Qingshan was on the same level as the emperor's clone.

"Okay." The woman's voice came from the distance of the temple, and the spiritual pressure on Yang Qingshan disappeared at this moment. His body swayed and fell under the high platform. With two clicks, Yang Qingshan's legs

It's all broken.

"Physique Show cultivates the body of a divine dragon. Where does this immortal technique come from?" the emperor's clone asked.

"Picked it up."

"Well, go down." The emperor's clone said without any expression, holding up the crystal in the palm of his hand with spiritual power: "After passing the final test, you will be the emperor's personal guard from now on, and I will reward you with this relic."

"Relics? Refined into relics?" Yang Qingshan was lying on the ground and looked at it in disbelief. It was just a relic. This was a crystallization of the spiritual power of dozens of people of several levels. How could it be a relic?

?Not even the light of the hell relics.

"Good thing, boy, it's stupid. The relic itself is made of the condensed cultivation base. It contains dozens of several heavens. The energy in it can allow you to break through the cultivation level. Only the strong ones above the seventh heaven can refine the relic. However,

The refining of the relics here is incomplete. If it were complete, your chances of breaking through the fifth level of hearing would be almost 100%." ​​Old Man Tianyue said with envy in the world.

"Such a good thing, can you kill a few people to condense the relics?" Yang Qingshan said with some disbelief.