This coercion is not very strong, at least for the strength of the legendary king's spiritual power, it is really insignificant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the nine peaks of Qinghe Town, is a wilderness mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, each peak, has a towering height that breaks through the clouds, and it is particularly wide and huge, under the heavy obstruction of such a scale of mountains, I am afraid that even the coercion of the Spirit Sect cannot penetrate the four-layer peak, although this faint coercion will not level the people on the square, but there is also a lot of pressure, and it is endless, comparable to the legendary king This statement is not false.

At this moment, any martial artist who cultivated to the Spirit Habitat Realm already had the feeling of walking like carrying a stone, and Lin Mu was no exception.

He tried to take a step in the darkness, and he fell under the pressure of the continuous waterfall, as if he were walking against the sky, and after one step, he was wheezing rapidly, and he had consumed a lot of strength.

How do you get to the ninth peak with such difficulty?

Above the dim sky, the solar eclipse was still going on, but the shadow that completely swallowed the sun had gradually faded like a tidal wave, and in the depths of the darkness, a ray of bright light could be vaguely seen flickering out, and soon, this ray of light slowly extended and expanded along an arc, turning into a halo.

At the beginning of the dizziness, Lin Mu looked at the boundless darkness of the brilliant circle of light, and such a word involuntarily popped up in his mind, and he didn't understand the general idea, and it flashed away like a white horse passing through a gap.

The darkness that occupied most of the sun's corona finally slowly dissipated in the last few minutes, allowing that round of dazzling light to shine on the earth from the vast sky and bless all beings.

All the warriors in the square closed their eyes one after another, and none of them who were not afraid of death dared to look directly at the sun after the eclipse, even if they had spiritual protection.

At the moment when the shadow completely dissipated, the continuous coercion that came from the ninth peak suddenly weakened a little, although it could still make the spirit habitat feel irresistibly powerful, but every step was more relaxed than before, and the action power was only about seventy percent weakened.

To put it simply, Lin Mu estimated that if he used his running strength, he would probably lose a walk like a turtle crawling.

The daylight in Qinghe Town was extremely fierce, as if every ray of light had to compensate for the brief darkness just now, dazzling and impossible to look at.

Under this radiant sun, on the highest platform of the square, a figure covered by a blue and white sacrificial robe gradually walked on, full of sacred and non-blasphemous charm, and the face under the white robe could not be seen directly in the sunlight.

This person is the master of the branch hall of the Spirit Hall in Qinghe Town, Tawan Mountain.

He slowly raised his arms, and under his movements, nine stone slabs flew up from the platform behind him, levitating in the air for everyone to observe.

"These nine Soul Tablets will truthfully synchronize your exact ranking in the trial, the first one is only qualified for the top fifty, of course, the laggards can catch up, they can be replaced during the trial, and hold on to the end of the trial, you are the top fifty!"

There seemed to be some kind of strong appeal in his voice, which made the warriors below feel excited, and they couldn't wait to start the trial at this moment and show their cultivation.

"Before the trial begins, I have a few rules to clarify with you. Tawanshan's words were suddenly cold, and he said sharply: "One, no matter inside or outside the peak, there must be no fighting during the trial, and our Spirit Hall will use the spiritual eye to monitor the whole process and touch the heart of luck." ”

"Second, once you go down the first peak, you can't leave the nine peaks except for automatic abstention, and when you see the dying contestants, no matter what your wishes are, the Spirit Temple will recycle them by yourself and treat them as failures. ”

"Third, the spirit stones issued to you by the Spirit Hall represent your situation in the trial, so as to determine the ranking on the spirit board, and must not be lost, otherwise it will be regarded as invalid. ”

"Finally, I wish you all a glorious return and become famous in the Ninth Peak Heavenly Pool!"

This sound shook the sky, and the already passionate warriors on the square were even more excited at this moment, and the shouts boiled into the sky, occupying the sound of the entire first peak.

"Trial, on!"

When this order was issued, the warriors were like wild horses on the loose, and they all flocked to the bottom of the mountain under the endless pressure of the ninth peak.

Lin Mu didn't get involved, and only after the hundreds of leading martial artists rushed down, did he start to move forward without hurrying, he learned from Yang Dan that the coercion of this trial did not exist all the time, and that saving his physical strength and chasing after it disappeared was the way for a Spirit Realm martial artist like him to compete.

The top 10 is hopeless, and the top 50 can still be contested.

Suddenly, a slender figure quickly passed by Lin Mu's side, and when he looked at it, it was Lin Xingting who was walking down the mountain at a rapid pace.

Immediately afterward, there were several Tianjiao people in Qinghe Town who had cultivated to the realm of spiritual warriors, all of whom were scrambling to find Lin Xingting's footsteps, and Lin Mu could even see a green shadow lightly sweeping from his shoulder to his body.

Yang Moxue, she maintained the speed of leading Lin Mu, slowly slowed down her pace, and her beautiful side face was exposed to Lin Mu.

"Newcomer, don't you know how to take the lead?

Lin Mu looked at her with an expressionless face, and said, "Miss, haven't you heard the story of the tortoise and rabbit race? ”

Yang Moxue's pretty face froze, and then the color of indignation and dissatisfaction overflowed, and when she was about to refute, she suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind, sweeping the grass and blades along the way, and the fire flashed and burst out with a shocking sound of breaking the sky.

She turned her head suddenly, but in this short moment, she was instantly brushed by an inexplicable thing, and countless green silks danced wildly on her pretty face, fluttering violently in the wind.

She was jogging with sluggish eyes, and Lin Mu behind her also had a solemn look on her face.

"Don't be surprised......"

Yang Moxue muttered softly and landed in Lin Mu's ears, making his brows lock even tighter.

This person's cultivation is not as simple as it seems, and with such speed, he can already completely throw out Lin Xingting a few breaths away.

Because of Lin Mu's sight, he couldn't catch him.

On the mountainside of the first peak, dozens of warriors who are far ahead of more than 1,000 are running fiercely, among which there are many powerful Tianjiao, all of whom are the number one bull breaking figures in and outside the town, and they are all blessed with swift martial arts under their feet, even if they are coercive, they are also striding meteors.

However, in their state of superiority and empty eyes, a cold whirlwind seemed to be mixed with earth-shattering thunder and lightning, and burst into bursts of thunder, which instantly surpassed them and passed them without a trace.

"What the hell is this?"

"The speed is against the sky, it can't be Lin Xingting, right?"

"Don't be surprised. ”

Just when everyone was in shock, a weak and haggard voice sounded in a low voice, and their eyes wandered, and they saw a thin young man in brocade clothes with an old and flabby face, and a hunchbacked monster running.

Everyone was surprised, and recognized his identity at a glance, the young hall master of the Black Iron Hall, Luo Qian.

It is rumored that the son of the ** dragon head in Qinghe Town was born with an incurable serious disease, although it did not affect his cultivation, his body was getting worse and worse, so that now he is declining before he gets old, and he is like a withered child.

Feeling the gaze of his peers, the brocade-clothed young man smiled shyly and continued: "Mo Jing's major martial arts is inherited from the Mo family in Shangjing, which is a peerless skill that we have encountered in my life. ”

He paused, and there was a sudden awe in his voice: "It is rumored that the color of Young Master Mo Jing's hair changes from time to time, and the summer is red and holly, but in fact, it is not, this is because the purple thunder double body, based on the thunder spiritual vein, and the electric heavenly fire, so one martial art can control two attributes, and it is suitable for refining fire in summer, so the color of Young Master Mo Jing's hair is like fire, which is caused by martial arts cultivation." ”

"Of course, with such an anti-heaven effect, cultivating this technique must be a move against the sky, Young Master Mo Wei needs to endure the conflict between the fire and thunder against the physical body, if you are not careful, your body will be destroyed. ”

When everyone heard this, their hearts were full of irrepressible horror, the dual-lineage spirit veins had long been extinct in the Lingwu Continent, so the people who could control the two attributes were only crazy people who practiced against the sky, this is not shocking, and they really don't want to die.

Thinking of this, everyone has another question.

"Luo Qian, how do you know this?"

Hearing this, the smile on Luo Qian's face, who was hunched and fast, froze, and he was dull for a long time before he suddenly sighed.

"When I was a child, I practiced this skill, but unfortunately it ......"