The road to immortality is difficult, bones build immortality

During this intense trial, the huge light curtain at the entrance of the No. 2 Trial Island, with its flickering light spots, closely touched everyone's heart.

In just these few days, more than 400 light spots on the light curtain went out one after another.

At the same time, batches of monks were teleported out one after another.

Most of these monks had full of regret and unwillingness on their faces.

Among them, the number of monks at the sixth and seventh levels of Qi Refining accounted for the vast majority.

They looked extremely embarrassed, some were in tattered clothes, as if they had just crawled out of a pile of dead bodies.

Some were covered in blood and looked embarrassed, obviously having experienced a hard battle on the island.

A monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining looked helpless, sighed heavily, and said:

"Alas, this trial is really dangerous, and we are still not strong enough."

As he spoke, he subconsciously covered the wound on his body that was still aching.

Blood was slowly seeping out, staining his tattered clothes red, looking extremely miserable.

Another cultivator was also frustrated, nodding his head repeatedly in agreement:

"Yes, I thought I could make a name for myself in the trial, but I didn't expect that even the first level would be so difficult.

The strength of the monster is far beyond imagination, and we can't really resist it. If it weren't for the transfer token, we would have died here."

Qingchen witnessed this scene, his face instantly darkened, and he suddenly shouted loudly:

"Where is the deacon? Quickly count the monster material points of each disciple for me! Those who don't meet the passing line will be sent back to the sect directly!"

The voice made people's ears buzz.

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards several examiners without hesitation.

He said solemnly: "Everyone, the Fourth Supreme summoned me personally, I have to go to Mingwang Peak quickly."

When several examiners heard this, the serious expressions on their faces disappeared instantly, replaced by full of envy.

As if they had discussed it beforehand, they all changed their words and said enthusiastically:

"Brother Qing, go ahead. We are here, there will be no problem. Just go ahead."

Qing Chen just nodded slightly and didn't say any more nonsense.

He knew that time was running out, so he turned around without hesitation and rushed towards "Ming Wang Peak".

His figure was seen speeding through the air, his speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky.

In just a blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a faint afterimage.

The second level of "Six Jia Dun Shu" - "Three Jia Breaking the Sky"!

Qing Chen rushed all the way, but his mind was full of thoughts.

The Fourth Supreme was able to summon him before the Longmen Meeting was over, so he must have done well.

Passed his old man's test.

After running at full speed for an hour or two, looking at the Ming Wang Peak that was getting closer and closer, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily and his breathing became rapid.

As he gradually approached the peak, a strong and oppressive spiritual pressure came towards him like a surging wave, and it became more and more obvious.

"This is... the spiritual pressure of a high-level cultivator."

Qingchen was secretly awed in his heart. He could clearly feel the horror of this spiritual pressure, which was a powerful force far beyond his imagination.

Along the way, Qingchen had no obstacles.

All the mountain-guarding disciples saw him and let him pass respectfully, whether they were inner disciples or those who had built their foundations.

When they saw Qingchen, they immediately stopped what they were doing, with awe in their eyes.

Others did not feel the strong spiritual pressure, and it was obvious that this spiritual pressure was only locked on Qingchen himself.

He climbed up the stairs with firm steps, and every step seemed to bear a heavy burden.

As he approached the peak of Mingwang step by step, the spiritual pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing more and more heavily on him.

Qingchen knew in his heart that even ordinary foundation-building cultivators would find it extremely difficult to walk under such a strong spiritual pressure.

Finally, he was about to reach the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

In the clouds and mist, an ancient palace was looming.

"Quick!"

Qingchen shouted suddenly, and used all his strength to activate the "Mingwang Blood Evil Armor" of the sixth level of the "Mingwang Sutra".

In an instant, the blood-red armor shone brightly and instantly covered his whole body.

With this powerful defense, he barely resisted the pressure that surged like a tide.

However, when he really stepped onto the top of the mountain, an unprecedented strong spiritual pressure suddenly hit like a storm.

"Ah!"

The strength of the spiritual pressure was obviously not the level of a real person who had just entered the Jindan stage.

This made Qingchen deeply appreciate the unfathomable cultivation of the fourth Taishang and the high level of life.

In the face of this terrifying spiritual pressure, he felt a little breathless.

But how could Qingchen give in easily? He gritted his teeth and instantly stimulated the mana in his body to the extreme.

Under his full power, the Ming Wang Sutra struggled to fight against the terrifying pressure.

At the same time, he activated the Brahma Demon Refining Art, his blood was surging, and there was a faint bloody aura and blood sea on his body!

"Yes, come in."

An indifferent and majestic voice sounded in Qingchen's ears, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space and was directly imprinted in the depths of his soul.

Qingchen endured the pressure, slowly stood up, and walked towards the ancient palace.

The palace door slowly opened, revealing a deep passage.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the palace with courage.

"The pressure is gone."

The moment he stepped into the threshold, the pressure disappeared without a trace, just like a dream.

Inside the palace, the dim candlelight flickered gently, and the light and shadow swayed on the wall, which looked particularly gloomy.

In the depths of the palace, there was a huge jade table.

Behind the jade table, there was a golden-robed monk sitting quietly on it.

However, his figure was obscured by a layer of light mist, and it was not clear, as if it was obscured by the mist.

Qingchen saluted respectfully, leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands, and waited quietly for the instructions of the Supreme.

However, just when his heart was full of various speculations, a figure suddenly flashed from the side like a ghost, and the speed was extremely fast.

Qingchen looked closely and found that the person coming was the "Fighting Elder" Sun Wudi!

His expression instantly became extremely serious. He never expected that Elder Douzhan would suddenly attack him at this time and in this place.

But years of life and death experience made him calm down instantly. The magic power in his body surged like crazy, and he instantly activated the "Ming Wang Blood Evil Armor" of the "Ming Wang Sutra" with all his strength.

In an instant, the blood-red armor quickly covered his whole body like a burning flame, and the surface of the armor exuded a chill.

"There are only two or three people in the sect who have practiced the "Ming Wang Sutra" to such a level. Junior brother, you are very capable, and take my punch!"