The sun is on fire, and the air is hot and dry.

As far as the eye can see, the eyes are full of golden yellow sand, there is no half of green, occasionally the wind blows, the yellow sand rolls up the sky full of smoke and dust, just like there are countless war horses galloping and roaring, making people feel the magic of nature.

Although as a monk, everyone feels that they are extremely powerful, but in front of this nature, all the strength seems so small and insignificant.

In the distance, a sand mountain appeared in front of a large war boat, the sand mountain was incomparably huge, covering an area of 300,000 square meters, and the height was about a thousand meters.

At this moment, in a vacant land at the foot of Nasha Mountain, it is crowded with people, and the colorful tents set up in a row decorate this monotonous yellow sand place with colorful decorations.

The tent was half red and half blue, and at a glance it was clear that they belonged to two different camps.

And in a clearing in front of these two rows of tents, there were even more figures shuttling back and forth, and a low voice came from there to the figures, and then into the air, it became a buzzing sound, and a powerful aura drifted away with the wind.

Mu Zifeng looked down from a high altitude and found that among the people who came and went, the lowest cultivation was also the middle stage of the ninth-order Great Demon King, and as for the late stage of the ninth-order Great Demon King, the peak powerhouse, it was even more like a carp crossing the river, dense.

"The transcendent sect is the transcendent sect, and the foundation is not ordinarily deep!"

Mu Zifeng also sighed fiercely, any disciple here can't become a giant existence if he is released.

Sikong Nan commanded the war boat to slowly land in the southeast corner of the clearing, Mu Zifeng, He Zhao and others disembarked from the boat, and a wave of heat rushed to their faces, the feeling was like walking from the air-conditioned cabin to the connecting passage in the world.

The smell of dryness in the air was even more tangy, it was a smell mixed with earthy smell, although not pungent, but very dry. Although what these demon cultivators couldn't tolerate was that the amount of demonic qi in the air was almost zero.

It seems that if you want to replenish your magic power, you have to rely on the power of the elixir.

Mu Zifeng didn't have any special feelings, because he wasn't a demon cultivator in the first place, and in this Xuan Demon Continent, the immortal elements contained in the air were very rare.

Seeing the last disciple get off the war boat, Sikong Nan waved his hand to make a ban, and the huge war boat immediately became the size of a palm and was stuffed into his storage bag.

The Holy Sect's tent was white, and once settled, it formed a three-legged stand with the original red and blue tents.

Mu Zifeng had already understood that the elders and disciples of the Imperial Sect lived in the red tent, and the elders and disciples of the Qiankun Sect lived in the blue tent, of course.

Set up camp, close your eyes and breathe, and the night passes in a hurry.

Early the next morning, Mu Zifeng woke up early, breathed in the direction of the rising sun in the east, and began to do his routine homework.

As the sun rose, a purple light also diffused, and in that beam was the immortal yuan, Mu Zifeng opened his mouth and inhaled it, and the trace of purple immortal yuan was sucked into his stomach by him. Although this kind of routine cultivation has little effect on the improvement of his cultivation, he still insists on it every day, after all, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

The sun rose three poles, and the whole desert returned to a hot atmosphere, and three teams of men and horses lined up in a neat line, all concentrated in a clearing.

Disciples dressed in red, blue, and white costumes formed three phalanxes, and the disciples in each phalanx were a hundred.

Those who wear red disciple clothes are disciples of the Emperor Sect, those who wear blue disciple clothes are disciples of the Qiankun Sect, and those who wear white disciple clothes are disciples of the Holy Sect.

Mu Zifeng had already been admitted to the list of one hundred disciples of the Holy Sect's inner gate, and the inner gate also issued him a set of white disciple clothes for the inner disciples.

Mu Zifeng peeked at it, the disciples of the Emperor Sect and the Qiankun Sect who were wearing yellow and blue disciple uniforms, all of them were not very old, with big mouths, their eyes were above the top, and they looked like seven were dissatisfied and eight didn't care, and they looked at the disciples of the Holy Sect with the rest of their eyes, looking completely unconcerned.

And at the front of these three phalanxes, there are more than 20 people standing, except for the Supreme Elder of the Holy Sect, who looks very young, the elders of the other two sects are all old, looking like they are about to die, but their cultivation is all strong in the Demon Venerable rank.

Although their aura was restrained, the huge coercion still swept through each phalanx from time to time, as if to show their existence.

An old man of about eighty years old stepped forward, and a faint voice sounded immediately.

"Disciples, you are all the best of our three transcendent sects, and our three transcendent sects are united and become a whole. This time to go deep into this mysterious space for trials, there has been no danger for thousands of years, so you must help each other, don't fall into each other's hands, let alone fight in private, if you let the old man know which disciple uses despicable means to deal with the same sect, no matter you run to the ends of the earth, the old man will definitely take his life. Do you understand?"

"Got it!"

Including Mu Zifeng, everyone replied in unison, the momentum was high, and the sound shook the world.

"Good!"

The man nodded slightly, "Next, the trial begins!" He waved his big hand and nodded at the powerhouses of the two dozen Demon Venerable Ranks of the three sects behind him.

"Hey!"

More than 20 people worked at the same time, and before the effort of tea, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that a huge cyclone with a diameter of 10 meters appeared in the middle of the 1-meter-high sand mountain that day, and the cyclone rotated in a counterclockwise direction, and the cyclone was black and dark, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Remember, you only have three days, whether you gain or not, after three days we will open the door of the secret realm and take you out!"

The old man's voice like a bell rang out, "Now, enter the gate of the secret realm!"

"Whoosh!"

Mu Zifeng drove the flying sword unhurriedly, blending in with the crowd, and also flew towards the cyclone.

When he flew closer, he found that the cyclone was a device similar to a teleportation array, and the inside of the cyclone was black, as if there was a very long channel, and a stream of suction diffused from the channel, like a big black mouth, Mu Zifeng was swallowed at once as soon as he reached the mouth.

After a full thirty breaths, the sound of the wind in his ears stopped, and a dazzling sunlight shone in, Mu Zifeng quickly narrowed his eyes, and then gradually saw the scene in front of him.

This is a vast space, only as big as the inner gate of the Holy Sect, the sun in the sky is like blood, and the air is also filled with a faint bloody gas.

Although the mountains and rivers in this space look very peaceful, I don't know why, Mu Zifeng always has a feeling of restlessness.

This feeling was very strange, as if his body was stared at by a pair of terrible eyes, and his whole body was not ironed. It's as if you've been stripped naked, and all the secrets on your body are hidden.

"It's weird!"

Mu Zifeng was shocked, and the immortal power on his body was even more circulating, raising to the peak, and his spiritual power also radiated out, covering a radius of 100 miles.

Looking at it, the remaining disciples of the three sects were gone, as if they had never been here, as if he was the only one left in the world, Mu Zifeng.

Within a radius of 100 miles, except for the tall magic trees and grass trees, there is no breath of living creatures at all.

"If it comes, it will be safe!"

Mu Zifeng looked in one direction, and the flying sword turned into a black-green light arrow, which flashed away.

Suddenly, he paused and flew for two hours, according to his estimates, he had flown at least more than a thousand miles, but in addition to the low mountains in front of him, there were still low mountains, except for the tall magic trees, or tall magic trees, and he didn't even find a low-level spirit grass and elixir, let alone any ancient sites.

"What's the use of such a trial?"

Mu Zifeng also fell into deep thought, "If nothing can't be found, what's the point of such a trial?"

In general, the so-called trials of the sect, in addition to a fight, or some monsters, or some strange things, to improve their combat effectiveness, that is, to hunt for treasures, only to find the treasures in the place of trials, but also to improve their cultivation.

Thinking of this, Mu Zifeng is not greedy for speed, but radiates his spiritual power to the maximum, and any wind and grass within a radius of a hundred miles cannot escape his perception.

Sure enough, half an hour later, his spiritual power was fed back, and fifty miles in the direction of the function he was in, there were two monks fighting.

As soon as the black-green light flashed, he came to a small hill and slowly leaned down, because not far in front of him, there were two powerhouses of the Demon Venerable rank who were fighting.

Judging from the clothes of those two people, they are not from the three transcendent sects at all, but more like two monks in ancient times, and the martial arts used by these two people, Mu Zifeng has also seen it for the first time.

Both of them are not very old, only about forty years old, but the martial arts they can use are overwhelming and extremely powerful.

After seeing enough kung fu with tea, Mu Zifeng suddenly found that although the martial arts used by these two people were powerful, they could turn over and over with just a few moves.

"Could it be that this trial space is for teaching exercises and martial arts?" Mu Zifeng was overjoyed in his heart, "It must be the case, otherwise why would those people improve their strength after they go out, it seems that it is inseparable from learning these exercises and martial arts." ”

Since he was caught up by Ben Shao, he can't say that these two martial arts skills have become his own.