"Hey, whatever you want, I'm not in a hurry. Cheng Yongye is not in a hurry, he is used to it.

Soon, they also found an opportunity to take the test.

"Cheng Yunchuan, age twenty-six, martial artist!"

"Cheng Yongye, age thirty-six, martial artist!"

The results came out quickly, and although Cheng Yunchuan had been prepared, he was still a little disappointed.

Chengjiazhuang doesn't have any good martial arts at all, let alone all kinds of pills and medicines to assist cultivation, generally speaking, it basically stops at the realm of martial artists.

At most, like Cheng Mingyuan, he has decades of hard work and can barely be regarded as a samurai.

"Okay, look at the martial artists in this square, eighty percent of them are at the martial artist level. Cheng Yongye smiled and said, "Besides, what's wrong with the martial artist?"

"Even those masters and grandmasters, aren't they all immortals who haven't become heavenly beings for more than ten years?

Hearing Cheng Yongye's explanation, Cheng Yunchuan also calmed down.

"Too nervous, too excited. He smiled wryly.

Cheng Yuan smiled, when he was not yet a celestial, in the face of the upcoming celestial trial, he was also in his heart, maybe he couldn't compare to Cheng Yunchuan.

Cheng Yongye and them are considered to have tested relatively early, and there are still most of the martial artists waiting behind.

However, in total, it was only about an hour, and all the internal martial artists in the square had been tested.

Almost all of them can pass, but there are still three internal strength martial artists, who have been detected with qi and blood, and their bodies have weakened, and they do not meet the conditions for the trial of heaven and man.

"Let me try again! Let me try again!" a strong man with a scar on his face, his neck flushed with excitement: "I'm only forty years old!

"Okay! The trial of heaven and man is not only based on age, your qi and blood have decayed, and it is impossible for you to become a heavenly man at all!" the burly man said coldly.

Subsequently, a heavenly imperial priest forcibly drove this strong warrior away.

Although it is said that the average martial artist between the ages of twenty and forty is at the peak of his body's qi and blood, there are subtle differences in everyone's body.

Maybe there are, at the age of seventeen or sixteen, you can reach the peak of qi and blood.

Perhaps, forty-five or forty-four can still maintain the peak of qi and blood.

However, like this strong man, in essence, Cheng Yuan had already seen that the qi and blood in his body had begun to decline.

The other two unqualified internal strength martial artists were both injured internally, and their qi and blood did not recover to their peak, and they came to participate in the qualification trial with luck, and they were also eliminated.

"Today! Qualification test, over!"

The burly man stood in front of the square, and his cold voice resounded in all directions.

"This time, a total of 1,586 people participated in the Celestial Trial Qualification Test. ”

"Three of them failed, and the remaining thousand five hundred and eighty-three people qualified for the trial. ”

"Of these 1,583 people, more than eighty percent are martial artists. ”

"The samurai realm, a total of two hundred and seventy-five people. ”

"Martial arts masters, thirty-three in total. ”

"Martial Arts Grandmaster, there are nine in total. ”

"According to the situation in previous years, maybe only two or three, or even one or two, among the people, can become celestials!"

Speaking of this, the burly Dutong Han shook his head and said, "Anyone who has obtained the qualification for the trial, please enter my Heavenly Imperial Division now." ”

"During the trial, food, clothing, and daily life are all in charge of my Heavenly Imperial Division. ”

"Starting tomorrow, the trial of heaven and man will officially begin!"

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It's not yet noon.

Youhe County, in the wilderness, Cheng Yuan was like an afterimage, walking quickly, and the surrounding scenery passed quickly.

Before, after Cheng Yongye and Cheng Yunchuan entered the Heavenly Imperial Division, Cheng Yuan seized the time and went out of the city alone to the Deserted Tomb Mountain.

The Deserted Tomb Mountain is more than 30 miles away from Youhe County, but the road is a little deserted, and ordinary people have to make a detour, which is quite troublesome.

But with the realm of Cheng Yuantianren, it only took less than two quarters of an hour to reach the periphery of the Deserted Tomb Mountain.

"This is the Deserted Tomb Mountain?" Cheng Yuan stopped in front of a barren mountain, his eyes solemn.

Before, in the mouth of the Heavenly Imperial Priest, the Deserted Tomb Mountain was originally a bare and desolate mountain, full of the corpses of countless people in Youhe County over the generations, the new graves were stacked on top of the old graves, and the current corpses pressed the ancient corpses.

In the past 100 years, after the strange changes in the Deserted Tomb Mountain, the aura of the underworld has gathered in a dense fog that has not dispersed all year round, which is treacherous and deep, and no one dares to go there anymore.

And when Cheng Yuan came to the area of the Desolate Tomb Mountain, this mountain range had been hidden in the endless mist, and the dense trees at the edge of the foot of the mountain could be faintly seen.

The branches of the trees were not the appearance of ordinary mountain forests, but similar to the trees in the Yin Forest and Stygian Valley of the Black Rock Mountain Range that Cheng Yuan had entered, black and cracked, strangely twisted, like the limbs of corpses.

"In the shadowy forests of the Black Rock Mountains, I have encountered terrible ghosts that are said to be in the realm of the underworld. ”

"In this desolate tomb mountain, will there also be a terrifying existence?"

Cheng Yuan stared at the treacherous mountains covered by thick fog and pondered.

Suddenly, at the foot of the mountain, in the strange and withered black woods that loomed, in the depths of the shadows, a cloud of haunting and distorted black gas floated out silently.

It stayed at the edge of the woods, in the mist, and it seemed to be "staring" at Cheng Yuan.

It was a mountain ghost.

"Yo?" Cheng Yuan suddenly laughed: "Look at me?"

He casually pulled out the Soul Slashing Knife on his back, and then he remembered: "Brother Huo said that the Celestials have a special way to collect the power of the Immortal God, but I forgot to ask." ”

"Forget it, it's all here. Just cut a few ghosts on the edge of this desolate tomb mountain, so as to collect some painful power, otherwise you will have to cultivate slowly by yourself at night. ”

Yes~

Hiss~~

The mountain ghost seemed to be staring at Cheng Yuan from the depths of the woods, and a strange roar sounded faintly.

Cheng Yuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, holding the Soul Slashing Knife, and slowly walked towards the misty woods......

Half an hour later.

The edge of the foot of the Deserted Tomb Mountain.

All around, the hazy fog prevented a trace of sunlight from shining in, and it was dull, as if it was a dark evening, as if it was a deep dream.

The leaves of the blackened trees were black, dry, and lifeless.

They seem to be absorbing the aura of the underworld, rather than the sun and rain.

The silence around is eerily silent, making people feel like they are in a deep dream, not real.

And the strange roars and screams from far and near, as if coming from another world.

Cheng Yuan stepped on a thick layer of black and gray dead leaves, and his feet were soft and soft, without a sound.

He held the sword in his hand, and he was in such a ghost domain, but he was naturally very, quite calm.

Suddenly, from the fog in front of him, there was a roar, and the surroundings instantly became cold and cold.

A distorted humanoid black gas swooped out from it, heading straight for Cheng Yuan!

The speed was so fast that even an internal martial artist would be caught off guard.

Mountain ghosts, ranked among ordinary ghosts, martial arts masters need to hold divine weapons to resist and kill.

In just an instant, this black gas had already torn through the air and appeared in front of Cheng Yuan, the black gas could be as sharp as a steel blade, as tough as a vine rope, once it touched the body, it would either die or be injured.

Cheng Yuan's eyes sharpened.

Scold~!

Boom!

The golden sword light flashed away like cold lightning, as if the air had been cut, and a huge shock of splitting steel and iron sounded.

The black mountain ghost was directly cut in half, as if some kind of origin in it had been cut off, and it immediately cracked and dissipated in the air.

"Gain eleven drops of the power of pain!" In his head, the sound of system ascension sounded.

There are also subtle differences between mountain ghosts, some may be powerful and worth eleven drops of painful power, while others are ordinary and only worth ten drops of painful power.

But Cheng Yuan has never met a mountain ghost worth less than ten drops of painful power, it seems that this is a standard line.

"System. Cheng Yuan's heart moved.

[Name: Cheng Yuan.]

Realm: Celestial beings

Technique: "Turbulent True Source Method"

True Source Nine Catalogue

"Six Styles of Killing Ghosts" (Xiaocheng)

Status: Demigod (Beginner)

Root Method: Suffering (Yin and Underworld)

The Power of Pain: Eighty-three drops]

"Killing eight mountain ghosts is also a good harvest. ”

Cheng Yuan smiled slightly: "Today, I'll go back first, and I'll come back when I find a way to collect the power of the gods." ”

He subconsciously looked at the Slashing Blade in his hand, and the power of the Underworld Divine Power on it had reached an astonishing level.