Peerless Sword God

Speaking of this sentence, Wu Maqi's face already showed a look of regret: "The mistake has been made and I can't change it, but it also gave me a warning and I must not make the same mistake again in the future."

What he said was decisive, convincing and convincing.

Leihuang Fengdao was stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Brother Wu Ma, as the saying goes, a lot can be improved by knowing your mistakes. We believe you can change it, right, Fairy Ling?"

Qing Feng Ling hummed softly and said, "Master Qi, you are able to realize your mistakes and are willing to correct them. We are all happy for you."

Several other Nine Path Divine Ancestor geniuses also stated that they would follow Wuma Qi's example in the future and change their past mistakes.

Wuma Qi smiled and nodded. He didn't care about the attitudes of his followers, he only cared about whether his beloved still recognized him.

With Wu Maqi's defeat, everyone who was not in a hurry to enter the eighteenth level of hell became a little impatient, thinking about defeating this half-step holy genius in this round.

Ling Yuanzi, who was also very proud, said something to his father and flew into the first level of hell.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. In the first level of tongue-pulling hell, he fell into a trap and made a fool of himself.

The next step was a little smoother, and I passed through the second, third, and fourth levels of hell, but in the fifth level of steamer hell, I was steamed like a steamed bun for five breaths.

Ling Yuanzi, who was eager to perform, lost his composure and began to calm down. He successfully passed through the sixth, seventh and eighth levels of hell, but suffered another disaster in the ninth level of oil pan hell, as if he was fried like a fried dough stick.

Ling Yuanzi made himself disgraced, but managed to survive the tenth and eleventh levels of hell.

But then, just like Wu Maqi, he made mistakes in the twelfth level of Mortar Hell, the thirteenth level of Blood Pool Hell, and the sixteenth level of Volcano Hell.

The only thing better than Wu Maqi is that he didn't get sawed in the eighteenth level of sawing hell.

But his assessment result was the same as Wu Maqi's, he was punished six times.

But when he came out of the eighteenth level of hell, he was more seriously injured than Wuma Qi, because his belief was not as strong as Wuma Qi's, and he was almost hit hard.

The moment he walked out, Ling Yuanzi was so weak that he couldn't even walk. He stumbled back to his body, and then he recovered and wrote his name with an aggrieved look on his face.

Tied for second place with Wu Maqi!

Seeing that she was still ranked first, Xiaohuo was beaming with joy: "Hahaha, my aunt made me laugh so hard. I thought she was so awesome, but it turns out that's just the way it is."

When Ling Yuanzi heard this, his pale face turned livid, and he returned to his father without saying a word. Before the assessment, he was ambitious, but now he was like a defeated rooster, so embarrassed.

Everyone hopes that their children will become successful, and Master Ling Chen, as a father, is no exception.

He was full of expectations for his son, but he didn't expect that the greater his expectations, the greater his disappointment. He wanted to scold this incompetent son severely.

But when he saw Xiao Huo sarcastic about his son, Master Ling Chen sighed and changed his words: "Over the years, my father has neglected to discipline you."

"Father..." Ling Yuanzi opened his mouth and was speechless with a face of shame.

"Just take this test as a painful lesson. I hope you can make corrections in the future." Ling Yuanzi warned.

"The child will definitely not disappoint his father in the future." Ling Yuanzi said seriously.

"Yes." Ling Yuanzi nodded, looked at the eighteenth level of hell, waved his sleeves and walked over, leaving his body outside and gathering his faith to go in.

As a qualified father, he decided to set an example for his son.

But Master Ling Chen overestimated himself, and as a result, not only did he fail to set a good example, but he was slapped in the face.

The son fell into the first level of hell, and he did not escape this disaster. Then he not only suffered disaster in the fifth level of steamer hell, but also fell in the sixth level of copper pillar hell.

Looking at Master Ling Chen who was tied to the red-hot copper pillar, Xiaohuo laughed heartily and said, "My son can't do it, and neither can I. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

As happily as she smiled, Ling Yuanzi's face turned ugly. He complained with tears in his heart: "Father, it turns out there is not much difference between you and my son."

Tai Tan Shui, Huntian Sword Demon, Da Sen and others couldn't help but laugh. After all, like father, like son. For Ling Yuanzi to be so bad, Master Ling Chen, as a father, has a great responsibility.

The ancient demon Qi Feng said scornfully: "It's useless to be a father."

Lin Chen said calmly: "Master Ling Chen majors in Yin Yang Sacred Path and has the style of a Taoist. He should be better than his son."

Xiao Huo said unhappily: "Dad, how can you speak for him?"

Lin Chen said: "You'll know just by looking at it."

Xiao Huo snorted, expressing disbelief, but was soon stunned.

I saw that Master Ling Chen, who had been punished by the Copper Pillar Hell, had a smooth sailing afterwards. Except for being punished in the eighteenth level of hell, he passed everything smoothly.

In other words, he was punished only four times, two times less than his sons Ling Yuanzi and Wuma Qi, and ranked second only to Xiao Huo.

Of course, only the four of Xiao Huo have taken the assessment at the moment, and it is still unknown whether Master Ling Chen can keep the second place.

But this result is indeed good, which surprised everyone such as Taitan Shui, Chitian Divine Ancestor, Dasen and others, and also attracted the attention of Yinpao and other half-step holy gods.

"Dad is really right. He really has two brushes."

Xiaohuo was surprised, and then he hummed proudly: "But he still can't compare to my daughter."

Lin Chen smiled and said nothing, and continued to watch everyone enter the eighteen levels of hell one after another.

Perhaps stimulated by Wu Maqi and Ling Chen, Silver Robe, Thunder Armor and other half-step saints also took action.

But none of their assessment results exceeded Xiaohuo. The best was only equal to Ling Chen, and some were even worse than Wu Maqi and Ling Yuanzi.

Seeing this, Wu Maqi and the others felt balanced, and they both felt that compared with those with worse assessment results, they were considered "good people."

Unknowingly, a day had passed.

The Red Snake Witch and Jia Luo that Lin Chen was concerned about were still calmly standing aside, but Qing Fengling and Lei Huangfengdao entered the eighteen levels of hell one after another.

Qing Fengling's performance shocked everyone on the spot.

She was seen wearing a green palace dress. Starting from the first level of tongue-pulling hell, she was unimpeded, and her speed was getting faster and faster. The second, third, fourth...

In less than ten breaths, she passed through ten levels of hell, and she was still moving forward. Seeing this, many people took a deep breath.

This Qing Feng Ling is indeed a half-step saint genius. Although she didn't enter the top three in the first round of the assessment, she shined in the second round of the assessment.

Xiao Huo put down the spiritual fruit beside her mouth and frowned, "Daddy, she won't surpass my daughter, right?" The little girl began to worry that her first place would be lost.

Lin Chen originally wanted to tease her, but seeing her like this, he changed his words and said, "This is very likely."

Xiao Huo pouted and snorted, her little face full of unhappiness.

Gu Mo Qi Feng and Ye Ming Dao Mo looked at Lin Chen in surprise, wondering why he came to this conclusion?

But when they saw Qing Feng Ling pass through the eleventh to the fifteenth level of hell, they believed it a little.