At the same time, in the main hall of the Tower of Eternity.

Feiyue looked at Ye Wentian's fearless back from the water mirror, and nodded slightly: "Yes, it's not in vain for my preparation, as long as you can survive, I will definitely train you well!"

The huge black door gradually closed, and the terrifying black light from the other side of the door was also cut off.

The two worlds inside and outside the door are like separating life and death.

Kacha withdrew her hand, clenched her fists tightly, her red pupils were full of determination, she glanced at Ye Xinyi and the others and whispered: "If he dies, I want you all to be buried together!"

"Count me in!" Qian Duoduo stepped forward and stood beside Kacha, "I don't deserve to see him if I retreat this time!"

Ye Xinyi snorted, turned her head disdainfully, and led the disciples of the Nangong family who drew the middle school to the white giant gate. Nangong Yu sighed and ordered: "Whoever draws the door to open the door will follow me, and the rest will elect a temporary leader, and after entering, they will be careful and strive for peace." After speaking, he led a group of people to open the door.

The Tuoba brothers led people to the Hugh Gate, the baron led people into the Jingmen, and the two mysterious men in cloaks approached the door of shock and injury respectively, and when he entered the door, there was an abnormality when he entered the door, one was covered in smoke, and one of them fell a thunderbolt on the top of his head, although he was injured but both entered.

Seeing this scene, Luo Ying couldn't help frowning, and the aura of these two people couldn't even be detected by him.

In the Eternal Hall, Feiyue sneered repeatedly: "The two little shrimps have passed the test in a fool's way, do you really think you can set off a storm?" ”

Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth and walked into the Du Gate, Qian Wuchi stared at Qian Duoduo's back with resentful eyes, and followed.

Kacha was just about to walk towards the Shengmen, but was stopped by Luo Ying: "Miss Kacha, you are already a personal disciple of Lord Feiyue, and you are also the temporary administrator of the seventh district, so you have no right to participate in this trial!"

"Why! I got the beads!" he said, jumping up in anger.

Luo Ying spread out his hands and looked innocent: "Lord Feiyue personally told me that if you forcibly enter the trial, you will be disqualified as a disciple!"

"You!" Kacha couldn't help but be angry, he didn't expect Feiyue to give such an order.

"Don't pull my beard, I'm just passing on the word, Miss Kacha, join me in waiting for the birth of the King of Trials!" Luo Ying's expression was no longer majestic, and he covered his beard for fear that Kacha would go crazy.

"The eight gates will eventually lead to the Abyss Battlefield, right?" said Kacha in a deep voice with his fists clenched.

Luo Ying's face changed, and he immediately waved his hand to lay down the enchantment to prevent the voice from spreading: "Be quiet, this is the secret of the trial, Lord Feiyue wasted a lot of effort to strip this place from the abyss world, don't leak it!"

Kacha took out the broken red and accelerated step by step towards the birth gate: "Cancel it, cancel it, I don't care!" The slender figure quickly disappeared into the white gate.

"Why are you so bothered? Lord Feiyue is really like a god!" Luo Ying could only smile bitterly.

In the roar, all eight doors were closed, and no light came out, and the onlookers gradually leaned over and discussed nervously.

Ip Man-tian was the only one who entered the door of death! The rest of the people who won the door of death all gave up.

As soon as he entered the door of death, his eyes immediately darkened, he couldn't see his fingers, the aura around him was extremely cold, revealing a thick dead air, and from time to time there was a shuttling whirring sound, which was mixed with a sharp whistling, like a flying ghost.

The moment Ye Wentian appeared, it was like a light in the darkness, the ghost roar was silent for a moment, and then suddenly boiled, although he couldn't see it, he could feel thousands of black shadows rushing towards him.

In a hurry, Ye Wentian rolled backwards, letting go of the pounce of thousands of black shadows, with a bang, the back of his head was in sharp pain, and he touched it backwards, it was actually a cold and abrupt stone wall, and the door of death was no longer there.

Could it be that every qiē is an illusion? Otherwise, why would the door of death disappear out of thin air?

Ye Wentian clinged to the cold stone wall, his spiritual power poured into his eyes along the meridians, and a faint golden light shot out from his eyes, and he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The thousands of black shadows whistling in the sky were indeed like the legendary ghosts, their bodies were a cloud of black mist, with no lower limbs, two slender claws stretched out from their sides, and their faces were blue and distorted.

One of the ghosts was holding a golden-red air mass in his hand, and a large number of ghosts gathered into a dragon scroll towards this ghost, the ghost roared to the sky, as if to snatch the air mass in its hand, this ghost's face showed greed, swallowed the air mass in one gulp, it let out a comfortable and piercing scream, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the outline became clearer and clearer.

Ye Wentian wiped his neck, there was a piece of skin on the back of his neck that was extremely clammy and cold, and the golden-red air mass swallowed by the powerful ghost was swept out of his body, if the guess was correct, that air mass was the Yuan Yang Qi in his body.

Ye Wentian's body was strong, how strong the yang energy was, after the powerful ghost devoured the yang energy, it swelled more than ten times, and instantly turned into a huge ghost, and thousands of powerful ghosts retreated backwards. It let out a screeching roar, its fangs and claws in reflex and lunged at the other spirits, tearing them apart and devouring them with a wide jaw.

Thousands of ghosts flew all over the sky, and then they pounced on Ip Man Tian again.

If you think about it with your buttocks, you can see that these powerful ghosts are physically immune, and the vajra claw is naturally useless, Ye Wentian gritted his teeth and was just about to cast the fire element body, the heart in his chest suddenly beat violently, and the power directly bounced him up, and a loud bang could be heard ten meters away.

Ye Wentian only felt that the manic power surged all over his body, and an evil air current rushed straight into the sea of divine consciousness, this feeling seemed to be familiar, and it also appeared on the day he met the Tuoba brothers.

The left eye was slightly tingling, and the dense black vascular network gradually crawled all over the whites of the eyes, and the eyeballs gradually turned blood red, and several fine black-red lines spread along the eye sockets.

Ye Wentian didn't know the changes in his left eye, but an unprecedented feeling of hunger surged in his body, looking at the thousands of powerful ghosts rushing in front of him, he actually licked his tongue with his Adam's apple.

"What's wrong with me?" Ye Wentian just had this thought in his heart, and his body was uncontrollable and pounced on his own.

When thousands of powerful ghosts saw the black and red magic eyes, they suddenly let out an extremely frightened scream, and desperately scattered and ran.

However, Ye Wentian was even faster, and plunged headlong into the torrent formed by the convergence of thousands of powerful ghosts.

Black smoke rose everywhere, dots of black-red sparks drifted towards the sky, a terrible ghost screamed and tried to escape, but was grabbed by a palm, its blurred face was distorted, its empty eye sockets were slanted downward and looked extremely frightened, and its claws desperately grabbed forward.

With a whoosh, the ghost was dragged back......

The mutated and advanced ghost roared loudly, floating back and forth not far away, as if hesitating to pounce on it, fear and greed fiercely fought.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the billowing black mist, and the mutant ghost flew backwards in fright.

"I want to leave now, it's too late!" Ye Wentian tore the black mist apart, and rushed towards the mutant ghost with a cruel smile.