Song Xinghui took the monks of the earth away from the huge space with the teleportation array and came to the halfway point of Naxin Mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there are many simple stone houses for monks who have been transported from the small world to rest.

After finding a large stone house and arranging it for the Earth monks, he returned to the interior of the mountain.

As for the content of the trial, Song Xinghui only told Mao Rui and the others that the trial was arranged by the high-level of the sect, and the content of each trial was different.

In this regard, Mao Rui and the others couldn't, so they had to wait quietly for the trial to begin.

After waiting for about four hours, a disciple of the Yin-Yang Dao Sect wearing a black and white Dao robe came to inform:

"The introductory trial is about to begin, and everyone gathers in a pillar of incense at the Peak Plaza. ”

After this Yin-Yang Dao Sect disciple arrived, he numbly recited the words he had spoken countless times to Mao Rui and the others.

No matter what everyone's reaction was, he turned around and left after he finished speaking.

The people of the earth came to the summit square of Naxin Mountain, where many people had gathered, mostly a few or a dozen together.

The huge number of sixty Earth Monks caused the people on the top of the mountain to look sideways, and they all guessed which powerful small world this was from.

But no matter how much they wanted to break their heads, they would never have thought that these sixty people were from the Blue Star Realm, the first small world under the heavens.

After all, the people of the Blue Star Realm have not appeared for too long, and the world has long forgotten about this small world.

The people of the earth ignored the discussion of others, found an open space in the square, and stood in a pile, waiting for the trial to begin.

Since you can't choose not to participate, then try to make your grades better and strive to get into a good sect.

After another period of time, just after the time of a stick of incense in the mouth of the disciple who came to report, a white-haired old man appeared out of thin air on the high platform in front of the square.

This old man has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he looks like an immortal.

The appearance of the old man was so abrupt that many people present were unaware of it, and they were still talking about themselves.

"Ahem. The old man coughed dryly, and everyone realized the existence of the old man.

Mao Rui's pupils shrank, and he whispered to the people around him: "Be careful, this... A senior, very strong. ”

The habitual old man almost came out, but fortunately, he reacted in time and did not make a big mistake.

Although Liu Yiyi and the others didn't understand why Mao Rui reminded him like this, they didn't ask much, and nodded to show that they understood.

The casual attitude of several people made Mao Rui's brows furrow slightly, and he didn't say much, looking at the old man on the stage with a solemn face.

Mao Zhe looked at Mao Rui like this, thought about it, and asked, "Was there a trace of abnormal fluctuations in the space just now?"

"Well, that's when this senior appeared. Mao Rui replied.

"Are you saying that the reason why no one noticed this senior's appearance was not because it wasn't conspicuous enough, but because he came across space?" Mao Zhe showed shock in his eyes.

Mao Zhe, who has a spatial spiritual root, although he doesn't know what kind of cultivation is needed to cross space like the old man on the stage, he understands that it is definitely not something that a monk under the golden pill can do.

Even according to the words of the old ghost in the pendant around his neck, even a primordial infant monk with a spatial spiritual root would not be able to do it.

In other words, the old man on the stage who was immortal and Dao bones was at least an existence beyond the Yuan Infant Period.

"It's good that you know, don't mention it again. Mao Rui dropped this sentence and ended the divine exchange with Mao Zhe.

For a monk like this who doesn't even know the realm, the power of divine consciousness must be extremely terrifying, and if he wants to hear the conversation between the two, he doesn't need to bother too much at all. Even if the two of them did not use the lingua franca of the Heavens and Great Realms when communicating.

Mao Zhe also understood the point, nodded and stopped talking.

The old man's gaze on the stage swept over all the monks present, and deliberately stayed on Mao Rui and Mao Zhe for a while.

His hands were pressed weakly, and he made a silent gesture, and only after everyone was quiet did he speak: "The selection of disciples by the nine major forces in the Eastern Region is about to start, and here I will explain the trial to you little guys." ”

"See if there is a gate behind me? This is a secret entrance, if you step into it, you will be transported to the secret realm, and you will complete the trial inside..."

According to the old man, the trial will be held in the secret realm for a month, and everyone will get a special token when they enter the secret realm.

The token does not need to be recognized, nor can it be bound, and whoever gets it is whomever owns.

After the end of the one-month trial, the results will be judged by the number of tokens in hand, and those with less than ten tokens will not be admitted to the nine major forces. You can only become a disciple of the sects affiliated with the nine major forces.

Only those who have reached or even exceeded ten tokens are eligible to enter the Nine Great Sects.

As for the existence of the top few tokens, you can choose which sect you want to join.

If you have enough tokens in your hand, when the exit of the secret realm is opened again in the last three days of the month, those who can't leave the secret realm will also not be able to join the nine major forces.

"Oh, by the way, and I forgot to mention that the token can't fit into a storage vessel or a small space that has been carved out on its own. After the rules were explained, the old man seemed to remember something, and spoke again.

After listening to the rules told by the old man, there was a lot of inhalation sound from the square.

Tokens cannot be bound or put in storage bags, and a sufficient number of tokens must be required to pass, and these rules add up to clearly force/force participants to compete with each other.

Mao Rui didn't care much about the competition, but he was really unhappy that the token could not be included in the small space opened up by himself, so his space bag could not put the token away.

"Seniors, juniors have something unclear. In a small circle of ten people on the edge of the square, a young man in a Confucian shirt spoke loudly.

"Speak!" the old man said lightly.

"Can you take someone's life during the trial?"

"The results of the trial only depend on the number of tokens, and as for how you get them, it doesn't matter. When the old man said this, he still had a smile on his face, but the content of his mouth revealed a smell of blood.

Many of the young monks present turned pale in an instant, obviously not very confident in their own strength.

"Dare to ask the seniors, can you quit directly without participating in the trial?" asked the young man in the Confucian shirt who spoke before.

The old man turned his head and looked at the young man in the Confucian shirt, his gaze calm and unwavering.

The young man in the Confucian shirt was numb from being seen, and he didn't know what to do, but he heard the old man say with a smile: "Yes, do you want to quit?"

The young man in the Confucian shirt showed joy on his face as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly said, "Yes, the junior wants to withdraw from the trial. ”

"The old man is allowed to do this, you can leave. If anyone else wants to quit, just leave the square area. ”

With the young man in the Confucian shirt taking the lead, more than 30 people walked towards the outside of the square one after another.

"If you don't want to die, don't step out of the square. As soon as the old man's words fell, Mao Rui immediately spoke to all the Earth monks in the Earth language.

Two Earth monks had already taken a step, and after hearing Mao Rui's voice, their eyes flickered, and they didn't continue to walk out.

In just a few moments, thirty-four people left the square, and the old man looked at it and asked aloud, "Is there anything else?" ”

The young monks looked left and right, and finally three more left.

"It's gone, isn't it? Very good, only thirty-seven of the disciples who teleported this time fell during the teleportation, which is much better than in previous years. Seeing that no one was leaving, the old man nodded, full of relief.

Everyone in the square was shocked, and the thirty-seven people outside the square only felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

It was also at this moment that the old man on the stage raised a hand and shook it in the air at the thirty-seven people outside the square.

'Bang'

When the old man clenched his fists in the air, the bodies of the thirty-seven people who chose to quit burst at the same time, turning into a pool of blood mist floating in the air.

Many people's pupils shrank suddenly, and the eyes of the old man on the stage were full of horror, and the appearance of kind eyebrows and kind eyes was imprinted in the hearts of many people like a ghost.

The two Earth Cultivators, who were about to quit, looked at Mao Rui with great gratitude, and the heat in their eyes made Mao Rui's hairs stand on end.

Mao Rui wondered if it weren't for the wrong occasion, the two would have pounced on him and given him a bite that went beyond friendship.

Thinking of this, Mao Rui hurriedly shook his head, not to mention beyond friendship, even if it doesn't go beyond it, unless it is two eye-catching beauties, it will definitely not work.

Killing thirty-seven people in an instant, the old man's face did not change in the slightest, and he asked everyone, "Do you have any questions?" If not, I will open the entrance to the secret realm. ”

"Wait a minute, the juniors still have questions. Seeing that the old man was about to open the secret realm, Mao Rui hurriedly shouted.

The eyes of the other people in the small world who looked at Mao Rui were full of pity, the old man on the stage was not as kind as he was on the surface, didn't he see that he killed thirty-seven people in one breath without blinking his eyelids?

Even Liu Yiyi stretched out her little hand and gently pulled the corner of Mao Rui's clothes.

"Speak. Seeing that Mao Rui, the only person present who was aware of his appearance, the old man did not refuse to ask questions.

"The juniors want to know if when they appear in the secret realm, is it all gathered together, or if they are randomly scattered all over the secret realm. ”

This question is very important, and the people who have shown mercy to Mao Rui before have also pricked up their ears and listened.

The old man glanced at Mao Rui appreciatively and said, "It's a random teleportation, and it's not together." ”

"The juniors also want to know if there are only a thousand people participating in the trial in the secret realm, or if there are more people. Mao Rui continued.

"You just participate in the trial, what's the use of asking?" said the old man with a frown.

When resting in the stone house, Mao Rui had already taken off his equipment, and released the skeletal state, returning to the original state, at this moment, he grinned, and said with a gloomy smile, "The juniors are worried, the number is too small for me to kill." ”

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, and for the first time his face showed a look of interest, he said, "In a place like Naxinshan, there is one of the nine major forces in the Eastern District. And this year, the number of people who teleported to the Yin-Yang Dao Sect was the smallest among the nine major forces. ”