When half a month passed and the spacecraft arrived at its destination as scheduled, Ding Yan's heart was full of curiosity.

Is this the Sword Sect!

Ding Yan got off the spaceship for the first time, stood in mid-air, raised his eyes, green mountains and green waters, strange peaks and shows, the end of his gaze, vaguely visible, the palace undulated, and the attic loomed.

However, this is only the periphery of the Sword Sect, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the whole picture, but the entire heaven and earth make Ding Yan feel that there is more magnificent and majestic aura than the Lianyun Sect where he is located.

"Ding Yan!" An exclamation of surprise came from behind him.

"Xu An!" Ding Yan turned around and snorted softly.

The two were actually in the same spaceship, but in different rooms, and there was no intersection.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say a word to you, I left alone." Xu An said apologetically.

"What's going on?" Ding Yan asked.

"Actually, along the way, I have been chased by the enemy, and on the night of the inn, I sensed their approach, so I left in a hurry before I had time to say hello to you."

"Last time, too, the reason why I suddenly made a move to deal with those four people with you is also because I was injured when I was chased by the enemy, and I met them on the way to escape, and they killed me, and I can't help but feel no grudge."

Xu An opened his mouth and tried his best to explain clearly, hoping that Ding Yan would not have a misunderstanding because of this.

Ding Yan also nodded in understanding.

"Let's go, let's go to the trial registration office now, where accommodation is provided, and after ten days, the blood-colored trial will really begin......" Xu An said, taking the lead and flying forward, Ding Yan followed closely behind, and many monks who came on the same spaceship also flew in that direction.

There was a flat land in front, a group of houses, and a pavilion at the entrance, where several Sword Sect disciples were sitting.

Ding Yan and his party, when they arrived here, did not dare to fly anymore, and all fell to the ground.

Someone knew the rules, took out the blood refining token, and took the lead towards the pavilion, and the rest of the people followed suit and rushed up, Ding Yan and Xu An ignored it, and they all lined up behind them.

Just check the blood refining token, make a registration, briefly explain a few words, and then distribute a jade slip to each person, which is the number of the corresponding room, and this jade slip is equivalent to the key to open the room.

Ding Yan took the jade slip and followed the monks into the area of the house, and he could see that there were already many monks inside.

It didn't take long for Ding Yan to find the room that belonged to him, and he pasted the jade slip in his hand on the door, and the door opened automatically.

The room is not big and relatively simple, but it is also very thoughtful to arrange the prohibition of sound insulation.

When they first came to the Sword Sect, most of the monks were full of reverence and wanted to visit the Sword Sect, or gather in groups of three or five.

But Ding Yan chose to retreat here.

"Ten days, even if you improve your cultivation, it is ......limited," Ding Yan muttered, dispelling the idea of refining a Qingling Pill at this time, although the Qingling Pill contains powerful medicinal power, especially for the improvement of the eighth-layer cultivation of Qi cultivation, but now there is not much time, and the time to refine a Qingling Pill is probably not enough.

Then, Ding Yan's hand flipped over, and a white feather fan appeared in front of him, last time, he used the power of his divine consciousness to find a breakthrough in this fan, but that experience caused his divine sense to be damaged, and his cultivation was damaged, so he didn't try again.

Now, Ding Yan is already an eighth-level Qi cultivation cultivator, far stronger than when he first stepped into the seventh-level Qi training, and his divine sense is also a little stronger, which makes Ding Yan's heart can't help but have the idea of trying again.

He always felt that this fan was full of mystery, and if he could successfully control it, he was afraid that it would bring him unexpected surprises.

Even if it doesn't work, no matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than last time.

Ding Yan took a deep breath, he had already made a decision in his heart, with the emanation of his divine sense, he entered the feather fan, and the moment he passed through the fog, it seemed that he was about to step into another world, but at this moment, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell, with a bang, the pressure came.

"Old man is ......"

Suddenly, this voice exploded in his mind, earth-shattering, setting off a storm, as if it wanted to cut off his divine consciousness and destroy his spiritual will.

Still could only vaguely hear these four words, when Ding Yan's body trembled violently, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"It's still a little worse!" Ding Yan sighed helplessly.

However, this experience is still far better than the last time, although the divine consciousness was still traumatized in the end, the pain suffered was reduced a lot, and the cultivation was not lost, and the feeling of getting close to the truth seemed to be one step closer, which inevitably disappointed Ding Yan and added a little comfort.

Ding Yan put away the feather fan, closed his eyes and meditated, and after two or three days, his spirit recovered.

When he opened his eyes again, Ding Yan took out three shadowless needles, and took advantage of this free time to spend two days refining them again.

Subsequently, driven by him, the Shadowless Needle shuttled through this room, but he was familiar with the control of the Shadowless Needle, and after he cooperated with the use of the Divine Sense, the effect of the Shadowless Needle was greatly enhanced, which made Ding Yan satisfied.

After getting his hands on it, Ding Yan closed his eyes and cultivated quietly, wanting to meet the next ...... at the beginning of the trial in a peak state Scarlet Challenge.

A few days passed, and early in the morning, Ding Yan opened his eyes.

"The blood-colored trial will start today...... Ding Yan muttered to himself in a low voice, but after a while, the jade slip that had been distributed to him to enter this room before also flickered at this moment.

This is to remind everyone that today is the day of the Scarlet Trial, let them get ready, the disciples of the Sword Sect will come to retrieve the jade slips, and at the same time take them to participate in the trial.

Ding Yan opened the door and came to the corridor, there were already many monks in the corridor, and Xu An next door was also in the corridor, leaning on the railing and looking, at this time, he turned around and saw Ding Yan walking out of the room.

"First time out today?" Xu An couldn't help asking.

Ding Yan smiled and nodded.

"You really don't waste any time in your cultivation!" Xu An said with a smile.

"What about you, have you been out for a walk these days?" Ding Yan asked casually.

"I went out and walked around and learned about some trials." Xu An nodded, and continued, "It's a bit beyond my expectations, and it's more cruel than I imagined." ”

"Oh? How so? Ding Yan's heart couldn't help but move.

"In fact, before this, I didn't know much about the Blood Trial of the Sword Sect, but the enemies behind me had been chasing and killing me, and I couldn't get rid of it, so I thought that I could become a disciple of the Sword Sect through the Blood Trial, so that I could achieve the purpose of temporarily escaping from their pursuit......