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Poof!

A sharp blade slashed past Xie Yan's ear, leaving a wound on his face. This is still the result of Xie Yan's extremely fast reaction and prediction in advance, otherwise he would already be in a different place now, after all, his current body is too weak by nature, even if he uses the Black Book Technique to make up for it, there is still no way to compare with these martial arts masters.

"Huh? I dodged it. ”

A voice sounded behind Xie Yan, and before he could turn around, he felt another cold air coming from his back.

Can't hide!

Xie Yan used to be a martial artist, and the moment this sword stabbed him, he knew the result, so he chose a place where he was least injured and stretched out his index finger.

The few auras quickly converged on his two fingers. In such a short period of time, even if it was the Black Book Exercise, it had only condensed such a little aura, and after being gathered by Xie Yan to his fingertips, the feeling of weakness from before hit his heart again.

Poof!

The tip of the sword pressed against Xie Yan's shoulder, bringing out a bloody mark.

The swordsman was able to sneak up on him, and just as he was feeling it, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.

What's wrong?

Screaming!

Yes, why didn't this kid scream!

The sneak attack swordsman felt cold in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head, this time, he happened to see Xie Yan's eyes, those eyes that were so calm that they were chilling. In the eyes of the sneak swordsman, he clearly saw that the young man who was so weak in his eyes that he killed him at will raised his hand, and then pointed at him with a sword.

What is he going to do?

Point point?

But the point, why is it on the forehead.

Xie Yan naturally couldn't be a point, because his two fingers gathered the aura devoured by the Black Book Technique, and with the blessing of the aura, Xie Yan's two fingers were sharper than the divine soldiers. So the sneak swordsman died, and a huge hole of blood flowed from his forehead, and that hole was left by his fingers.

Burst!

The swordsman fell on his back, and he couldn't believe it until he died, he died like this, at the hands of a weak young man.

After killing a person, the black book exercises in Xie Yan's body worked faster, and in the dark, it seemed that there was a wisp of invisible gas that had merged into his body, which was luck!

Luck is such a thing, you can't see it or touch it, you are born with it, everyone's luck is different, there are strong and weak, strong people are prosperous in wealth and fortune, and they are extremely popular. Those who are weak in luck are riddled with illness and bad luck. It can be said that such a thing as luck is the external cause of a person.

There are countless supernatural calligraphy in the cultivation realm, but Xie Yan has never heard of it, and there are also those who can plunder other people's luck.

This should be an ancient art, an ancient art that has been buried by the years.

The purpose of the existence of the second level of the ninth mountain is actually to plunder the luck. Other than that, everything else is fake.

Plunder other people's luck to increase your own base. As for the words of the snake control youth before, it didn't mean anything at all, he just guided these people's thinking and made them think that they understood the rules, but in fact, the so-called rules don't exist at all, or rather, the rules are wrong.

After realizing this, Xie Yan picked up the Qingfeng Sword of the man in black, got up and plundered the others.

This assessment is plunder, if you don't kill people, others will come and kill you.

After half a column of incense.

The white bone ghost shadow appeared again, and with the appearance of the white bone ghost, everyone also ended the fight one after another. At this moment, there are less than 8,000 people left alive, and more than 10,000 people have died in this second level.

Xie Yan stood in the center of the corpse pile, and there was not a single living person within a hundred meters of the surrounding area.

With the continuous fighting, the faster the Black Book Exercises worked, and along with Xie Yan's strength, it also increased rapidly, and now among the people present, there were not many people who could threaten him.

"Pass."

The bone skeleton's voice was as hoarse as ever.

When everyone heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief. And at this moment, a young man closest to the White Bone Skeleton suddenly raised his hand, and his backhand was a sword, stabbing his previous opponent in half.

Boom!

The dead man fell straight down with his eyes wide open,

"It looks like I really can't absorb luck." The young man drew his sword and threw out a string of blood.

When the people next to him saw this scene, they subconsciously retreated, and soon there were no living people around the young man. The skeleton ignored this, and just said indifferently.

"Those who pass the assessment can move on."

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and many people who were full of yearning for the magic of the immortal family also calmed down at this moment. Perhaps from this moment on, they truly understood the so-called cultivation world.

The survivors were silent for a moment, then continued on their way.

It's just that at this moment, everyone deliberately keeps a distance from the people around them, and no one is willing to trust others anymore.

Xie Yan also walked forward slowly, and just as he passed the young man from before, this person suddenly stopped and asked Xie Yan,

"I met someone as old as me."

Xie Yan frowned and ignored this person.

But the young man followed, smiling and asking.

"My name is Ding Yan, what about you?"

Ding Yan? An ordinary name, Xie Yan didn't want to pay attention to it, but he didn't want a name to appear in his mind, and subconsciously replied in his mouth, this is the memory of the body, the instinct of consciousness.

"The Year of the Teacher."

"Shi Feng year? I remembered. The young man named Ding Yan nodded, but after walking for a long time, the young man spoke again.

"Brother Feng Nian, why did you come to participate in the Ninth Mountain Assessment?"

"I want to be an immortal."

Xie Yan, or the consciousness of this body, replied.

At this moment, Xie Yan couldn't figure out his state, his body was obviously still under his control, but the thoughts and words he said were no longer on the list, as if these words had happened in a certain era in ancient times, whether he said it or not, these words would appear.

"Cheng Xian, good wish."

The young man named Ding Yan nodded, which could be regarded as approving Xie Yan's dream.

"What about you?"

Xie Yan asked.

"I just want to live." Ding Yan replied seriously.

"Live?" Xie Yan was a little puzzled.

Although he had just come into contact with this young man, judging from his breath, this young man's strength was not weak, and in Daoyan Sect, the strength of the young man had reached the level of a senior brother, and in this era, he didn't even enter the gate of the Immortal Sect.

"My master once calculated a hexagram for me, saying that I have a death calamity, a mortal calamity, and the only way to survive is to cut off the past and borrow the corpse to return the soul."

"Fortune telling? You believe it, too. ”

Xie Yan was a little speechless, he felt that this young man named Ding Yan was a little abnormal.

"Of course, my master has not missed anything in his life."

Ding Yan felt that it was normal.

When Xie Yan heard this, he paused.

Suddenly remembered that the era he was in now was not the era he was familiar with, perhaps in this ancient time and space, divination was really a very powerful magical power.

Thinking of this, Xie Yan asked.

"How many times has your master counted hexagrams?"

"It never counted." Ding Yan didn't care.

"In his life, he has only counted one hexagram, and that is my life and death hexagram."

A row of black lines appeared on Xie Yan's head, no wonder he hadn't missed it in his life, it turned out that the goods hadn't been counted at all. No, you can't go wrong.