There were no additional changes as expected, and Wuhuan walked through the chains and stepped into the door of the last hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first hall is magnificent and magnificent, the second hall is beautifully decorated, and the last hall is deserted and dilapidated.

"The first level of the Battle Ancestor is equipped with the weapon spirit, and the second level of the Spirit Ancestor is equipped with the weapon spirit, then this third level should be the Soul Ancestor's weapon spirit, and the soul ancestor's weapon spirit is the Taixu Mirror, a mysterious and unpredictable mirror!"

But waiting left and right is not to see him, and the empty hall is very quiet with a cold air.

Just when Wu Huan was about to shout a few words to highlight his sense of existence, there were ripples in the space in front of him, and an almost transparent figure walked slowly, it was a translucent figure floating in the air, revealing only a slightly pointed chin and thin lips.

"You're early!" The other party didn't make a sound, but used his soul power to communicate directly with Wuhuan's consciousness, and he couldn't say anything, feeling a little blurry and a little hoarse.

"You should already know who I am, I don't talk nonsense, let's start!" Wu Huan just wanted to speak, and the other party said it directly, very neatly.

"Please!" Wu Huan couldn't interject at all, only said respectfully.

Suddenly, a light exploded in front of him and turned into a light curtain, and the "person" nodded slightly to signal Wuhuan to go in, and he didn't have to look at Wuhuan to go in.

Stepping over a curtain of light, Wu Huan's eyes lit up, this is not a world, but a huge ring, Wu Huan stood alone on the ring, the sky was gray and there were no clouds in sight, Wu Huan was waiting for his opponent.

"Your opponent is yourself!" The voice came from the sky, and suddenly there were blue and white smoke inexplicably rising from Wuhuan's body, but he didn't feel anything strange at all.

The smoke consciously gathered not far away, slowly taking shape, and a humanoid object appeared in front of him, and his hands and feet trembled slightly, as if he was warming up.

"Damn, copy!" As the person formed another "Wu Huan" appeared in front of Wu Huan, how to say it, the skin was very white, but it was exactly the same as Wu Huan in terms of soul fluctuations or breath true element fluctuations.

"This trial is a bit old-fashioned!" Wuhuan muttered secretly, getting used to the unexpected trial and being decent made Wuhuan unaccustomed to it.

"There is only one person here who can go out, if you lose, he will replace you and live, and he will transport you a chance!" Wu Huan didn't pay attention to what the so-called chance was, but that replacing you alive was already the most terrifying punishment, and among the soul skills, there was more than one kind of "replacement", a complete "replacement".

"Now, begin!" a whisper of a great battle began......

"Whew, whew, whew...... How is this possible!" Mangu lay on the ground with his back to the ground, and seven or eight fist prints on his body covered his entire chest, and a voice shrouded in golden light stood proudly in the distance, obviously a person, but it gave people a sense of vastness that filled the entire heaven and earth, one person was a world, a piece of heaven and earth.

"The beast god is on top!" Mang Gu was defeated, three moves were just three moves, and he was bombarded by this golden figure with no less than a hundred punches, seriously injured seven punches, and the combat skills that injured him were one punch from beginning to end, and he himself would be called the Beast Emperor Fist, and the figure in front of him used the --- Beast God Fist!

The same scene also happened in another world, the bell armor was shattered, and the whole person was blasted out for hundreds of miles, one punch blasted through the wind, one punch exploded his ultimate blow, and one punch flew out of a hundred miles, from beginning to end, there was only that punch.

"The ultimate trial battle turned out to be the beast god!" "The excitement of the bell just defeating the Spirit Ancestor has disappeared, and what is left is incomparably terrifying and depressing, he can't even take the three punches of the Beast Emperor, and the realm of the Three Ancestors that countless people dream of is so vulnerable in front of the beast god of the same level.

"It is worthy of being the strongest man under the stars in history, and it is really terrifying!" "Yu raised his hand with difficulty to wipe a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and reluctantly took the Beast God's punch when the hole cards were exhausted, as far as he knew, there were four Beast God Combat Skills, and the Beast God Fist was the most fierce and domineering.

"It's a great honor to be able to fight with the beast god!" The smile on the corner of Yege's mouth was still surrounded by black smoke like a dragon, and at this moment, Yege's black hair was white, and he was still interested in looking at the golden figure.

Rumble!

The aftermath of the battle overflowed and swayed on the earth, causing bursts of detonation, and a figure was born from the sky and smashed into the earth, which caused a terrifying air wave shock wave, and the center of the air wave was full of blood in front of him, and Venus was rising in all directions, and a person in the sky broke through the smoke and dust and slowly landed, and his pale face looked down at Wuhuan indifferently.

"Damn!" "The healing technique is fully launched to heal the injuries on the body, the clone is exactly the same as Wu Huan, the same soul power, the same true element, and even the battle intent is almost the same, and the combat skill is exactly the same, and what is even more terrifying is that this clone is completely emotionless, and it is like fully launching the "Shura Battle Intent".

"He has what you have, you don't have what he has, if you don't want to die, take out the heart of death and have a good fight!" The voice sounded high in the sky, and how terrifying and joyless it was to promote everything he had with the "Shura Battle Will" was a sense of despair.

"Shura's war intent, open!" If you open the "war will", you will die for a lifetime, and if you don't open the "war will", you will definitely die, and at this moment, there is no room for Wu Huan to think about it more.

"Die!" Suppressing the injury, Wuhuan let out a low roar, and Zhenyuan's surging battle intent swept across the air towards the clone.

"Broken!" he said coldly, and the clone palm was like a knife, and Wu Huan's palm was like a cloth, and it was instantly cut into two pieces.

A black shadow flashed, suddenly appeared behind the clone, and Wu Huan's ready punch had reached the opponent's back.

A punch blasted through the entire body, there was no touch, no hindrance, there was only nothingness.

"Not good!" the clone's body was dissipating, it was just a phantom, and the back of his head suddenly felt cold, because a knife from the clone was slashing towards Wu Huan.

"Soul skill mimicry, this thing even uses soul skills so smoothly!" suddenly turned around, crossed his arms, and Wu Huan was blasted out of the whole, the use of soul skills Wu Huan has always been weak, but this replica has no short board combat skills at all, soul skills, and the thieves with fists and feet blessed by battle intent are smooth.

Wu Huan burst out, and a figure followed him, and the clone would not give Wu Huan any respite, which Wu Huan had confirmed countless times.

The instinctive consciousness of the body predicted the promotion of the "battle intent", and an elbow blow from the ghost god sent by Wuhuan in the middle of the air stepped out, and a leg whip suddenly appeared in the originally empty place, and Wu Huan's elbow hit was just on top of the leg whip.

Bang!

The legs and elbows hit each other and burst into a roar, and Wuhuan was once again changed direction by the huge force, and the clones also fell in the opposite direction, this round was comparable.

"There's no time, you have to fight quickly!" Wu Huan's "Shura Battle Intent" can't be used for a long time, as for the consequences, just look at this replica and it's clear that there is no emotion, absolute reason and a robot-like coldness, this is definitely not what Wu Huan wants.

"Kill!" a low roar, that absolute control was eroded by another kind of control at this time, and the upper clone Wuhuan could not be as light as the battle against Zongyun Que without the breath of fireworks.

The battlefield moves from the earth to the height of most of the ring, fists and feet are staged in turn, and the feeling of breaking your own combat skills to the end is the absolute first experience.

Without Belle's blessing, Wuhuan's state of "fighting spirit" couldn't last long at all, and the sequelae broke out after dozens of moves with the clones.

"I can't hold it!" The huge pain in the depths of the soul permeated the whole body, and without the clone to make a move, Wuhuan was convulsed in pain.

"Emotion is a sign of the existence of a living being, exchanging emotion for combat power is tantamount to drinking water to quench your thirst, you are going in the wrong direction!" The voice sounded again, and the clone stood not far away and stopped making a move, because Wu Huan had almost lost all his combat power.

"If I don't do this, I won't be able to win this thing at all!" Wu Huan's forehead was extremely terrifying, and his eyes were even more bloodshot and terrifying.

"Your soul power is very strong, and the strength of your true yuan is rare in the same level, but your physique is on the weak side, even if you are not a physical cultivator, you should not ignore this part. The battle intent was originally used by physical cultivation to stimulate the limit of your physical potential, but it was used by you to bless the true yuan and soul power, and the already unbalanced state was almost one-sided, are you not afraid that your body will collapse fast enough!" The voice did not respond to Wu Huan's shout, but turned around to introduce Wu Huan's physical condition at this moment.

It is true that Wu Huan has not paid too much attention to the tempering of his body over the years, and the forging of the body has only run spontaneously without deliberately interfering, so Wu Huan's physical fitness has improved over the years, but it is not very exaggerated.

"True Yuan, Soul Power, Physique, Balance, and Battle Will are used to bless the physical body?" At this moment, Wu Huan was enduring the great pain coming from within the soul and couldn't calm down and think about it, other people's True Emperor trials were completely different from their own, and the trials they had experienced could not be found in historical documents or confidential archives, but the appearance of the three ancestors with weapon spirits made this trial a little confusing, and all this started from catching a small thing by himself.

"Sensing the abnormal fluctuations of the vitality and finding traces, only a certain soul realm can see it, only the power condensed by the virtual realm can hurt him, the trial of the three ancestors with the weapon spirit......" The voice couldn't mention his physical condition for no reason, and Wu Huan couldn't help but think about the whole thing from beginning to end, "The first level tests the combat power, the second level reviews the realm, and the third level ...... Is this what the triple trial of the self is all about?"

The reason for Wuhuan Lianmeng can be roughly explained, but where does the "superego" start, why did the machine spirit choose to enter this trial by himself, it seems that Yege and Yu also meet the requirements, and so on, the battle intent is to bless the body and balance the ......