"What's the third level?" Jiang Yun looked at Shi Jian.

Shi Jian said lightly: "The third level is to kill all the outsiders who have infiltrated the Evil Mountain, which may involve some time and space disorders. You just have to remember that no matter what kind of foreign enemy you encounter, you can kill them all. ”

"What does this mean? Is there still a martial artist in my realm?" Allure Wushuang frowned.

Shi Jian said: "The martial artists who came to participate in the test in my realm before have all fallen, and a few of you may be able to pass the third level test." ”

Brush –

The stone sword disappeared, and at this moment, Jiang Yun and the others walked to the end of the heavenly road.

The so-called third level is actually the real fight against evil spirits, according to Shi Jian's description, foreign enemies have some more remote methods, you can sneak into the evil mountain.

For example, sacrifices, such as using special secret treasures.

But they underestimated the Evil Mountain, so once they came in, they couldn't get out, they could only take it with them in the Evil Mountain, and they couldn't get it.

In the distance, you can faintly see some mountain peaks, which are shrouded in mist.

"Be careful, these fogs are weird, and they have a familiar aura—" Jiang Yun frowned, recalling the source of this aura.

Allure Wushuang said: "Could it be the fog caused by the topography of the Evil Mountain?"

"No, this is the evil qi of death, yes, it is the evil qi of death, be careful, there should be a nether warrior nearby. Jiang Yun opened the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye and scanned the surroundings.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

A few martial artists walked out of the mist, dressed in black armor, and looked at Jiang Yun and the others.

A young martial artist led by him clapped his hands, praised Jiang Yun and the others, and said, "Okay, I didn't expect to see a few **** as soon as I entered here." Brothers, it's time to hunt today—"

"Hahaha-it's been a long time since I've seen a **** of purebloods-"

"The descendants of these losers are not even dead, and it is difficult for them, so they still have the courage to live. ”

"Their ancestors were like stray dogs, fleeing in the Ten Thousand Worlds, what a joy—"

A group of Nether Warriors laughed and looked at Jiang Yun and the others with a downward stance.

It's just a descendant of the loser, and the realm is not as high as theirs, just ants. The ancestors who were able to kill them back then can also kill them now.

"Where did this group of mentally retarded people come from, and their brains were caught by the door?" Jiang Yun glanced at the Netherworld Martial Artist opposite and sneered.

Nest grass –

Both sides use mental power to pronounce words, so there is no language barrier problem.

The warrior of the Netherworld was immediately furious, a descendant of a loser, dared to talk to them like this, it was a terrible crime.

"Descendant of the loser, you are tired of living today, even if you kneel down and repent, it is useless-" A Netherworld Warrior stepped over, tilting his chin back, and did not look at Jiang Yun at all.

His realm reached the five heavens of the powerful realm, with a series of death evil qi.

The other Netherworld Warriors showed a look of mockery and looked at Jiang Yun, this descendant of the loser was doomed, seeing that they didn't kneel down and worship, and dared to insult them, they simply ate the courage of the gods.

Snort –

A death evil qi flew out and submerged into Jiang Yun's body.

"Ant, accept the punishment—" the Nether Warrior known as Phantom said indifferently.

Bump –

Jiang Yun suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body convulsed, his vitality quickly disappeared, and he was eroded by the evil qi of death, devouring the power of life and the power of yuan.

"Y-what is this?" Jiang Yun was furious, staring at Youxin.

"Hahaha-"

A group of Nether Warriors laughed, and the disdain in their eyes became even stronger, a death evil aura, and the descendants of this loser couldn't bear it.

Youxin felt bored, and said indifferently: "It's really boring, it's just a death evil aura, you can't bear it." It's really useless waste, we Netherworld are really too bullying to deal with you, in fact, we only need to send the dead of the dead world to wipe you all out-"

"What?—the Dead Clan—the Netherworld—" Jiang Yun spoke intermittently, and it seemed that he was about to die.

Youxin felt bored, with a look of contempt, and stepped over: "It's rubbish, I really don't know why there are still some losers alive, such a garbage character should have been easily erased a long time ago." Seeing that you are in such pain, this son sent you on the road, and as for your woman, leave it to us to enjoy, hahaha-"

Snort –

Youxin pointed out and hit Jiang Yun's eyebrows.

Smack-

At this moment, Jiang Yun, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly stood up, his eyes glowed with a terrifying light, and he slapped Youxin in the face.

Poof-

Youxin was slapped out, coughing up blood, and several teeth were knocked out.

"Hum—"

Golden flames rose all over Jiang's body, and the evil aura of death was forced out, and he was quickly burned clean by the golden flames.

His eyes were scorching, his momentum was powerful, and there was the slightest sign of imminent decline.

"Are you okay?"

Youxin roared, and he now knew that he had been tricked, and this descendant of the loser had nothing to do with it.

Thinking of his behavior just now, he felt his face burn.

Half of it was beaten by Jiang Yun, and half of it was because it was stupid and embarrassing just now, so I felt blushing.

"What do you think? Don't you think it was fun just now? Isn't it cool to look down on me?" Jiang Yun looked at Youxin with a calm expression.

Youxin roared: "Fun your uncle, I'm going to kill you, the descendant of the loser-"

Boom –

Youxin was annoyed and angry, and threw a punch, and the fist mark smashed towards Jiang Yun's pretty face with the evil aura of death.

Just now he was slapped in the face by this descendant of the loser, and he is going to be beaten back.

Smack-

Another slap sounded, and everyone looked over and found that Youxin had once again flown out upside down, coughing up blood.

Jiang Yun looked calm, standing there, staring at Youxin in the distance.

He came first, and before the fist print of the Ghost Letter could hit him, he slapped it out.

"Descendants of the losers—"

Youxin roared angrily, and the other side of the face was also slapped, and palm prints were printed on both sides, which was a shame.

Beaten by a descendant of a loser, how will he mix in the future?

"Why do you have palm prints on your face, is this the racial mark of your Netherworld? It's really amazing, your Netherworld's race mark is very distinctive. Jiang Yun pretended to be puzzled, looked at the two palm prints on Youxin's face curiously, and couldn't help but praise.

Allure Wushuang also smiled coquettishly: "That's true, it's the first time I've seen such a unique racial mark——"

"Tsk--this kind of clan mark is simply invincible, wo grass, this king wants to run away when he sees it, the deterrent power is too great-" The Tianya Demon Lion made an exaggerated expression, as if he was going to flee in the next moment, all because of the slap mark of the Netherworld.

"I'm going to kill you—"

The seven orifices of the secret letter are all spitting out the evil aura of death, so angry that the seven orifices are smoking, and the anger goes straight to the nine heavens.

Jiang Yun put his hands behind his back, like a peerless master, and like a god stick, and looked at Youxin with a smile: "Sao Nian, I see that you have a magnificent head, and you must be a genius of the ages in the future, dominating the Netherworld, and stepping on the Ten Thousand Worlds is just around the corner——"

"I'm paralyzing you—" Youxin roared angrily, killing Jiang Yun.