It was not that no one had advanced to the Jindan stage on the battlefield before, but it was the first time that someone as powerful as Mao Zhe had encountered it, which naturally attracted the attention of all parties.

The demon race, the human race, and the high-level border leaders of the two races all relied on their own means to observe the advancement of this human race's ghost cultivation.

Especially the demon clan, I can't wait to interrupt Mao Zhe's advanced path, just the Jindan period has attracted such a big momentum, the future achievements are unimaginable, once it grows up completely, it is not a good thing for the demon clan of the enemy of the human race.

It's just that this person's advancement has resonated with heaven and earth, and outsiders are not allowed to participate in it at all at the end of the day, which is also the reason why the demon clan has not moved so far.

The two black-robed monks, an old man and a middle-aged man, who nodded when Xiongguan Lian Du left, once again showed their figures and looked at Mao Zhe who was advancing, and the old man couldn't help but want to get closer to the past to protect Mao Zhe, but was stopped by the middle-aged man who looked at the young man.

Liao Yong didn't know when he and the adjutant appeared near the two, glanced at the middle-aged black-robed man, and whispered a few words, and the adjutant immediately took the order to leave.

Only then did the two discover Liao Yong and salute at the same time.

"There are a lot of protectors among the various forces that have come to support, especially the big forces in District 1, almost all of them have protectors. Liao Yong came to the two of them and said, almost two words are very meaningful, among the big forces, Tianyuan Pavilion is the only one who does not have a protector.

"And the guardian of your Hall of Horror behaved the most strangely, not only did I not see the person I was protecting, but even the so-called candidate for the Young Hall Master had no sign of making a move if his life was in danger. ”

It's no wonder that Liao Yong is strange, these two people are the protectors sent by the Hall of Horror, and each sect has to report to the military that the high-ranking monks who stayed in Xiongguan, which cannot be faked.

But these two people were different from other protectors, they were idle in Xiongguan every day, wandering around, and never cared about the life or death of any disciple of the Hall of Horror. Even if half a year ago, a young hall master of the Hall of Horror was seriously injured and was about to die, but the two of them didn't have any intentions.

"Back to the words of the seniors, the two of us are the protectors of the full-time Young Hall Master, and before the nine candidates decide the only Young Hall Master, even if the two of us die in this group of disciples of the Hall of Horrors, they will not make a move. This is the hall master is afraid that the dispute between the young hall master should not be deviated, and he specially advised, and I hope that the seniors will forgive me. The middle-aged black-robed man clenched his fists and explained respectfully.

"So, you don't care about the guy who is advancing now?" Liao Yong said with a playful smile.

The middle-aged black-robed man said in a firm tone: "No matter!"

"This son's talent is amazing, not to mention the failure of the advancement, once he successfully enters the Jindan stage, it will definitely attract the demon clan to besiege him, and it doesn't matter?" Liao Yong asked in more detail.

"No matter!" the black-robed old man moved, but the middle-aged black-robed man still replied firmly.

"It's a pity that this kind of Terran Dong is dead, the military doesn't mind if they want to interfere, right?"

"Such a junior is here to thank General Liao for Mao Zhe. The middle-aged man in the black robe was grateful.

'Hmph' Liao Yong snorted coldly, he really couldn't get used to the attitude of the middle-aged man, and disappeared directly in front of the two.

"Is this really good? After all, it's a candidate, let alone having such high qualifications. Waiting for Liao Yong to leave, the black-robed old man asked softly, with indescribable regret in his tone.

Mao Zhe is a disciple of the Hall of Horror, but when he encounters danger, he wants Liao Yong to be helped by an outsider, it is easy for Mao Zhe to have no sense of belonging to the Hall of Horror, if an ordinary disciple is just that, like Mao Zhe's talent is disgusted with the sect, the old man really feels sorry.

"It's because he is a candidate that the two of us are even more difficult to make a move, what will the other eight candidates think if they save Mao Zhe? They will feel that the sect is unfair, and they will think that there must be an inside story in the selection of the young hall master this time, and even if the young hall master is elected at that time, it will be difficult to convince the public. In particular, we didn't make a move when another candidate was in danger half a year ago, but now we are doing it, and it is easier for people to fall behind. ”

"It's good to say that Mao Zhe became the young hall master, the two of us saved his life, and when he inherited the position of the hall master, it would be indispensable for us to have two benefits, but what if Mao Zhe failed to become the young hall master? The middle-aged black-robed man avoided the old man's mistakes, and explained the truth for him.

"Alas" The old man in the black robe sighed, how could he not understand this truth, he just felt that it was a pity that Mao Zhe was such a good seedling.

In the gathering place of ghosts centered on Mao Zhe, those ghosts originally wanted to squeeze into the innermost part of the pie one by one, but suddenly there was a frightened emotion, and they turned their bodies to stay away and escape.

It's just that no matter how they escape, their bodies seem to be bound by an invisible rope, not only can't they escape, but they are also falling backwards towards the center little by little.

For a while, the wolf howled, but the ghost cried endlessly.

"It's done, Mao Zhe has survived the phagocytosis level, and then as long as he devours these 40,000 ghost things in turn, he can condense the ghost pill. An excited voice came from inside the pendant.

Mao Rui didn't reply, just stared.

A stick of incense... Half an hour...

As time passed, the size of the huge 'ghost ball' continued to shrink, and the speed of shrinking was getting faster and faster.

In the end, it was reduced to a pitch-black pill the size of a dragon's eye, and the ghostly aura on it was swallowed by Mao Zhe, who had no body and only an illusory soul.

Swallowing the so-called ghost pill into his abdomen, Mao Zhe's illusory body began to emit endless black mist. The body inside the black mist became solid, and finally it turned from virtual to real, reshaping a new body, which looked the same as before.

Mao Zhe felt the power brought by this real ghost body, a wanton smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his arms, and the black mist outside his body quickly poured into his body.

The black fog began to shrink, and the high-level leaders of the human race and the demon race also tightened their heartstrings at this time, and when the black fog completely disappeared, it was the best time for them to make a move, either the demon clan would kill this human genius, or the human race would save this future powerhouse.

In the end, when the black mist decreased by only one square circle, it no longer poured into Mao Zhe's body, but condensed into a black robe and wore it on Mao Zhe's body, so that Mao Zhe would not show his essence under many sights.

The demon clan and the human race camp each had more than a dozen strong aura bursts out, but they all stopped at the same time just a few feet away.

Above Mao Zhe's head, a thick black cloud pressed down, and the arc of thunder with everything in it flickered continuously.

This is the Heavenly Tribulation, and it is obvious that Mao Zhe's advancement has not completely ended, and it will not be finished until the Heavenly Tribulation is over.

"The two of you also join the rescue column, and when the catastrophe is over, you must bring this son back, even if it is a corpse. Liao Yong's voice rang in the ears of two veterans on the border when he was the commander-in-chief.

The two veterans are in the early days of Mahayana, the high generation is scary, the previous commander-in-chief told Liao Yong that these two already existed when he took office, it is a hole card of Xiongguan, due to the early years of the campaign suffered an injury that is difficult to recover, the cultivation stopped in the early days of the Mahayana, Rencheng let the two leave the border to retire, but the two said that they would fight horses all their lives, and they would burn the last trace of life at the border, and they would not be far away.

Although Liao Yong's cultivation is higher, he is commensurate with the juniors when facing the two, and if it weren't for the urgency of this matter, he, the commander-in-chief, would not have asked the two to come forward.

The same situation is also on the demon clan's side, and two old demons of the Mahayana period are also sent out, and they are bound to kill Mao Zhe.

The Jindan period can trigger the heavenly tribulation that only exists during the extradition period, which deserves so much attention from the high-level leaders of the two clans.

Mao Zhe stood proudly in the void, looking up at the Heavenly Tribulation, with no intention on his face.

"Hey, old man, let me ask you, Mao Zhe devoured 40,000 monsters, can the condensed body be considered a monster. Mao Rui asked suddenly.

The pendant was obviously stunned, and after a while, he wondered: "Theoretically, Mao Zhe can also be regarded as a monster, but it is much higher than ordinary monsters, why do you have this question?"

The old man couldn't be puzzled, but Mao Rui's tone at this time was too strange.

"I survived a catastrophe, you also know that I have a bunch of ghosts on hand, when I crossed the catastrophe, I wanted to drive them to block the catastrophe for me, but I was so frightened under the breath of the catastrophe that I didn't dare to come out of the netherworld, if Mao Zhe is also a ghost now, he will be restrained by the catastrophe, and there is no possibility of survival. Mao Rui said in a heavy tone.

The inability to drive ghosts during the tribulation was vivid, and Mao Rui understood that ghosts were useless in the face of the tribulation.

The pendant was silent, the old man was also facing the Heavenly Tribulation for the first time, and he didn't know that the Heavenly Tribulation still had such a great restraint on ghosts, otherwise saying anything would prevent Mao Zhe from advancing on the battlefield, but now it was too late to say anything.

While one person and one god were talking, the tribulation clouds in the sky had already condensed their energy, and the first tribulation thunder fell with a loud bang.

Mao Zhe threw out the weapon thick-backed machete, the machete was surrounded by a black mist at the level of the Jindan period, and the first thunderbolt was resisted by the machete, and the machete was also damaged to a certain extent, and was recovered by Mao Zhe.

Unlike when Mao Rui crossed the tribulation, the second tribulation thunder did not brew at all, and fell immediately after the first tribulation thunder completely dissipated.

The black fog around Mao Zhe spread violently, and the 40,000 ghosts hidden in the black fog did not hesitate or have any fear, and slammed into the Heavenly Tribulation.

Under the Heavenly Tribulation, the ghost thing dissipated as soon as it was touched, and the power of the Heavenly Tribulation was only weakened slightly.

Mao Zhe planned to use the 40,000 ghosts he absorbed to consume the thunder, which was an incredible thing in Mao Rui's opinion, but Mao Zhe succeeded, and the second heavenly tribulation was forcibly consumed by the power, and Mao Zhe still had 10,000 ghosts.

"How is this different from the catastrophe I crossed?" muttered Mao Rui.

The old man in the pendant ignored him and continued to observe through the pendant with unique means.

The second path ended, and the third heavenly tribulation was connected again, and the power was even greater. Not giving the robbers time to rest at all gives the impression that they are going to be completely wiped out.

For the third Heavenly Tribulation, Mao Zhe didn't let the 10,000 ghost creatures continue to die, took them back, and swallowed the ghost pill that had just condensed.

Mao Rui has only one thought in his heart, to hit the sky with the fragile golden pill, Mao Zhe is going to commit suicide?