The Xuanguang Mirror was no longer locked on Yan Han and Sima Jie, and was controlled by Yu Chengfeng to quickly move towards the volcano, and a magma lake shrouded in black smoke appeared on the Xuanguang Mirror, and soon saw Song Jue.

It's just that Song is not one, but two.

"That's ...... How can there be two Song Jue, this ......"

"It's the first time you've watched the entrance assessment, so I don't know, this is an inner gate assessment for those Tianjiao who can step on the volcano, as long as you can defeat the other self that the formation replicates, you can enter the inner gate."

"I see, isn't the goal of Yan Han and Sima Jie also an internal assessment? It doesn't matter if you want a Warcraft kernel or not. ”

"You said it easily, you think the inner door assessment is easy, don't you? If they didn't pass the inner door assessment, the two of them couldn't even pass the entrance assessment. ”

"They are Tianjiao, and if they don't pass the assessment, they won't be expelled from the sect, so they won't have much impact."

"Ignorance, as Tianjiao, but he didn't even pass the entrance assessment, he will become the laughing stock of the sect, which will damage Tianjiao's reputation, and it will have a great impact."

The Great Elder and Yu Chengfeng were all staring at the Xuanguang Mirror, they still had great hopes for Song Jue here, and they were the disciples they paid the most attention to in this assessment.

Song Jue half-squatted on the ground, his feet smashed the earth, and slid backwards, and the ground was long cut out of a broken groove.

"The Claw of the Fog Demon." Song Jue's expression was hideous, staring at his other self, his left hand became a claw, and he grabbed it forward, forming a three-zhang fog claw.

The replica Song Jue smiled weirdly, and it was also a three-zhang fog claw stretched out, confronting Song Jue's spell, and then erupted violently, forming a mist wind that rolled up in all directions.

"Poof~" A mouthful of blood spat out of Song Jue's mouth, and his face became more and more hideous when he looked at his copy.

On the other hand, although Song Jue's replica is also retreating, it is not damaged at all, and the smirk is still there.

"Copy me, what a joke." Song Jue smiled, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned his hands into claws.

This time, two fog claws appeared, more than three zhang, becoming four zhang, and the fog claws also condensed a lot, shouting: "Give me death." ”

The two fog claws, like two long snakes, were so fast that they approached in an instant, and quietly came into contact with the other two fog claws, and the mist rolled, enveloping an area.

"Nightmare Mist Lock." At the moment when the four claws collided, Song Jue's figure rushed out and appeared above the replica, his mouth wide open, and a black chain stretched out from his mouth.

The replica Song Jue also opened his mouth, but before he could spit out the chains in his mouth, his mouth was pinched by the falling Song Jue, preventing the chains from spitting out.

Then Song Jue's chains quickly imprisoned his replica, and at the same time, grabbed the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Cover, tearing his replica in half, turning it into lava and flowing back into the magma lake.

Swallowing the chains back, Song Jue immediately sat down cross-legged, meditating and pranayama, he consumed a lot in this battle, and even used secret techniques, and the load generated was a little unbearable even for him.

At this moment, in the other direction, Yan Han and Sima Jie also stepped on the top of the mountain and launched the inner door assessment of the two.

Everyone in the back mountain stared intently at the Xuanguang Mirror, Song Jue passed the assessment with such difficulty, they wanted to know if Yan Han and Sima Jie could pass the assessment and defeat the other self.

Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, the altar floating on the magma lake at this moment actually rose a little.

The altar under the red rays is red in appearance, like a huge agate, and it is very exquisite from a distance.

Inside the altar, Chu Wei sat cross-legged on the edge of the altar, and there was a blue vortex around him, surrounding him, and the aura on the altar was constantly absorbed by him.

As time passed, the aura in the altar was no longer viscous and slowly became thinner, causing the aura of the altar to decrease, and there were signs that the altar was rising.

At this time, Sima Jie's body was upside down in the air, with multiple wounds on his body, and he was almost deaf in both ears by the strong wind.

His expression was unwilling, and he fell heavily on the edge of the mountaintop, and his heart was even more endlessly bitter.

Sima Jie suddenly turned his head to look at Song Jue who was pranayama in the distance, his blue eyes were faintly red, but he couldn't help it, didn't move, and turned to look at the two good shadows of the fighting method on the side.

He was waiting for the cold.

It didn't take long for Sima Jie to open his eyes from meditation and look at the beautiful ice sculpture beauty on the side, and then there was a clicking sound, and the ice sculpture that froze the cold was covered with fine lines, and it shattered with a snap.

Yan Han's face was pale, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, turning into blood-colored ice flowers and falling, his delicate body staggered back, and the meaning of decline in his expression was fully revealed.

When she looked at Song Jue, her poignant face was instantly replaced by a chill.

Yan Han wiped the empty bag on his waist, took out a cold pill and swallowed it, walked to the edge of the mountain to meditate, digested the medicinal power, and resumed his cultivation as soon as possible.

Time passed breath by breath, and when an hour passed, Yan Hanmei's eyes opened, and in addition to the cold, there was still a chill in his eyes.

"Sister Han." Sima Jie walked to Yan Han's side, looked at Song Jue in the distance, and said, "He seems to have been hit hard." ”

"Very good."

Yan Han stood up and said, "Xiaojie, how are you recovering?" ”

"Okay." Sima Jie nodded and said, "Is Sister Han sure?" ”

"Hmph, he took all the cores away by himself, and wanted to embarrass us, and he didn't want to get the inheritance order." Yan Han snorted, and the cold qi in his hand gathered, forming an ice sword, which was carried behind her and walked towards Song Jue.

Sima Jie's eyes moved slightly, and he followed behind Yan Han.

Before he got closer, the ice sword in Yan Han's hand pointed directly at Song Jue, who was meditating with his eyes closed, and was slapped on the hilt of the sword by her palm, and shot directly, without any intention of talking nonsense with Song Jue.

The ice sword flashed, and when it flew to three inches from the center of Song Jue's eyebrows, Song Jue's eyes opened, and a fog claw instantly formed, grabbed the ice sword, pinched it gently, and shattered with a snap, scattering all over the ground.

......

"Alas!" The Great Elder sighed, this was the last thing he wanted to see, in his opinion, a big fight was inevitable.

Yu Chengfeng frowned and said to the Great Elder, "Do you want to stop them?" ”

The Great Elder stopped his hand, shook his head and said: "My Ink Shadow Sect is a Demon Sect, life and death are fate, success or failure is up to oneself, death is death, and the winner is what the sect needs." ”

"Although the sect is facing obstacles, the purpose cannot be changed, as long as one can succeed, the others are not important."

When the elders heard this, they all nodded, and Yu Chengfeng didn't say anything more, and continued to look at the Xuanguang Mirror, only thousands of mountains, as if he had lost his soul.

"Why is it gone? It doesn't make sense! Wan Qianshan's eyes showed a blank expression, and he muttered in despair.

"As I expected, the three of them really fought."

"Yan Han and Sima Jie are sisters and brothers, and when they join forces, Song Jue may not be able to suppress them."

"But where did the man in the handyman clothes go?"