The heights of these 'walls' varied, and Mojar himself estimated that the lowest 'walls' were thirty meters high, and the highest could reach 100 meters, and from his point of view, the tops of some 'walls' were not flat, with uneven drops.

After looking at the surrounding environment, as soon as he walked around, he found something abnormal, at this time, his body seemed to be entangled in countless nets, and his perception was also suppressed by mysterious power, and he could not use it.

It was a bit strenuous to walk around normally, let alone run and jump, and the dust and sand around him were constantly corroding this 'body', and if there was no soul power to replenish it, it would not take him half an hour to be corroded completely.

As a result, the third group of liquid soul power in his divine court turned into a chain and poured into the scroll, and the 'body' gradually solidified, quickly adapting to the surrounding constraints, and turning from walking to running, moving quickly around the root of the wall, these 'walls' continued to emerge in his mind, forming a very incomplete pattern.

As time passed, Mojar needed to increase the input of soul power to maintain his running state, and the longer he stayed in the Ruined Land, the more terrifying the soul power consumption became, and after 20 minutes, he finally couldn't take it anymore, withdrew his soul power, and put away the scroll.

Feeling the only liquid soul power left, he was both lost and happy, no matter what, he finally opened the 'soul imprint' that James valued the most, found a pile of paper and pens, and drew the 'walls' in his mind one by one, occupying 30 pieces of paper.

Looking at those patterns, he kept breaking up and reorganizing, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't see what these 'walls' represented, the more he looked at them, the more upset he became, and he simply put away the drawing paper, how to comprehend the 'soul mark', he could only wait for the battle of the 'Summoning Order' to end, and then he had time to think about it, and he had to improve his strength as much as possible in the next time.

After calming down, he chatted with Isabel for a few words, then left the courtyard and hurried towards the magma hell.

What bothers him the most now is the 'Summoning Order', which is less than eighteen days away from the deadline given by Fras, during which time he must remove the word 'pseudo', and truly stabilize his strength in the late stage of a fifth-level magician, or the warrior level will go one step further, break through to become a sixth-level warrior, and only in the battle with Furas can he have the ability to protect himself.

Disrupted by Flass, some of his previous plans had to be carried out in advance, all the way to the magma hell, and after entering, he found that the isolated island was actually overgrown with green grass again, divided into dozens of areas by wooden grids, and the small cabin in the middle of the semi-destroyed state was preserved, and the surrounding three meters of lawn were planned into a zone.

Mo Jiaer glanced lightly and walked towards the depths of the passage, and several senior students he met stood up to make way for him, although he didn't like this very much, but there was no way to stop it, he could only blame him for fighting too hard in the previous battle, which had left an indelible impression on most people.

Easily resisting the magma interference of those demonic beasts, standing at the end of the passage, looking up at the magma sea, nine huge cubes arranged vertically, each cube 10 meters apart, connected by a hot and reddening iron ladder, and then he turned his head to look at the crystal light curtain standing three meters high on the side, which showed the top 10,000 trepers since the creation of the trial land.

He swept his eyes at will, and found that the top three were actually 120,000 years ago, and the 1,000 were all 20,000-year-old students, and no one had broken the record so far, which meant that the overall level of fire magicians in the past 20,000 years was far inferior to that of their predecessors.

The most terrifying thing is the first place, Mary Vicky, with only the strength of a fourth-level magician, breaking nine nodes in a day, directly standing at the top of the trial ground, the most important thing is that she was only 13 years old at the time, and no one has been able to break all kinds of records so far.

Seeing the end, he found that Barrett was also on it, ranking 8736th, and with Claude's strength, he could actually enter this list, ranking 9680th, staring at the names one by one, his heart gradually became hot, and he also wanted to try to see how many he could rank.

Behind him, a few senior students gradually gathered, and they also wanted to see how many nodes the top ten players of Kenston College could break through.

Mogar stared at the stairs, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his heart was a little disdainful, with the distance between the cubes, he could easily jump up, where he needed to use the ladder.

'Bang'

A wave of qi spread out on the soles of his feet, and his figure had already appeared in mid-air, and suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart, and a giant red hand emerged from the magma, not even having a chance to dodge, like a row of flies, swatting him away and throwing him to the ground.

'Boom'

Several large cracks were smashed out of the ground of Chiyan, Mo Jiaer struggled to stand up, quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, patted the corner of his clothes, regardless of the sighs behind him, the murderous aura was full of murder, and disappeared directly from their eyes, and a huge magma fist suddenly appeared in mid-air, and in a flash, Mo Jiaer was intercepted and revealed.

was knocked away by a punch again, smashed down in the same position, and the two impacts directly smashed out a human-shaped pothole, didn't hold back a mouthful of blood spurting out, wiped the blood from his mouth in front of those people, got up, patted off the dust on his body, turned around and walked towards the iron ladder, and behind him in addition to a few laughs, there were also a few chattering voices:

"Didn't he see the warning at the bottom of the leaderboard?"

"I guess it is, but he is really strong, and he is still like a nobody who has nothing to do with the two shocks, poof, he is worthy of being the top ten new powerhouses in the academy. ”

"Everyone's test is different, with his talent and strength, the test should be difficult, how long do you guess he can pass the first node?"

"There's no way he's okay, that second blow is equivalent to an eighth-level magician's attack, and he definitely suffered internal injuries!"

"Do you think he can carry it the third time?"

...

Of course, Mo Jiaer also heard the discussion, glanced at the bottom of the leaderboard, and suddenly the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and sure enough, there were a few lines of text:

'Warning: It is forbidden to enter the nine trial spaces from outer space, otherwise you will face attacks from level 7 magicians or above, more than three times, and you will be directly disqualified from the trial ground.

Stop in moderation within the trial space, and if you force an overload through each node, you will risk falling. ’

Mo Jiaer swallowed his saliva, walked to the bottom of the cube, his hands and feet were filled with fireflies, blocking the heat, and quickly climbed along the iron ladder, at this time, the magma sea rolled, and the second- and third-level magics such as 'Fireball Technique' and 'Fire Ring' emerged from the magma sea and blasted towards the red iron ladder.

He freed up one hand and quickly ejected, and the fire-type battle qi flew out along his fingers, easily consuming those interferences, and soon reached the side of the cube, and his body directly passed through the side into the interior.

Take out the Destiny Card and insert it into the wall card slot, there is no hint, the surrounding temperature rises rapidly, reaching 100 degrees in the blink of an eye, and then tends to level out, steadily increasing at a rate of 2 degrees per minute.

Mo Jiaer's forehead began to sweat, he was also at a loss, he had no clue about the first trial, ten minutes later, there was still no prompt, the temperature around him made it difficult for him to even breathe, sweat wet his whole body, and his shirt had already been taken off by him.