The surrounding space changed rapidly, and in an instant, it became bright and stabilized.

When Han Yi stabilized his tumbling figure, the Chengying Sword jumped up and was horizontal in front of him, and four wind demon daggers appeared above his head, pointing to the four sides.

But the surroundings were quiet and unusual, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

The black token just now automatically sucked his mana, which caught him off guard, and he was hit.

After being vigilant for three breaths, and seeing that there was no more danger, he put away the Wind Demon Dagger, but the Chengying Sword was still in his hand.

He settled down, and found himself standing in front of a mansion at this moment.

He looked to the sides and behind him, and found that he was standing in the small square in front of the mansion at this moment, and after carefully probing, Han Yi found that this small square was about four or five hundred square meters.

Inside the small square, the mansion is not big, roughly estimated, that is, about the same size as his courtyard, this small square is built on the side of a mountain cliff, outside the square, is a bottomless cliff, shrouded in clouds and mist, it looks more precipitous than the Qinglong Cliff of Qinglong Peak.

Han Yi raised his head, through the sea of clouds, and looked into the extreme distance, in the mist of clouds, other immortal mountains loomed, and there were similar mansions on the mountain.

"Black token, what the hell is it?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

Han Yi's face was solemn, but at this moment, even the black token was gone, even if he wanted to check it, he couldn't do it.

"Since you brought me here, what do you want me to do next?"

"If Liu Heng can come in before and go back, then I will definitely be able to."

"But he came in, it's only been a few days, but it seems like many years have passed, and I definitely have to be cautious and cautious."

Han Yi was not disheartened, but instantly figured out the key to this, his strength was stronger than Liu Heng, as long as he met a certain factor, he could restart the Guangmen and return to Daofu City.

He looked around again, and found that there was no way out, so he walked to the mansion.

The mansion was small, with a bronze door closed.

Han Yi did not walk towards the bronze gate, but on the walls on both sides of the mansion, the imperial envoy Chengying Sword, lightly touched, found that there was no abnormality, increased the strength, still unchanged, and finally hit with all his strength, still failed to leave a trace.

The walls of this mansion, at least in terms of hardness, cannot be shaken by the Chengying Sword.

Han Yi popped out a little spiritual light, and the spiritual void finger fell on the wall, and the sound was not small, but it still did not leave a trace.

If you want to go off the beaten path, it is impossible to break through the walls on both sides of the mansion.

Han Yi walked to the bronze door and tested it in the same way, but there was still no trace left.

He thought about it, stepped forward, put one hand on the bronze door, and pushed inside, still motionless.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

A loud voice rang out in his head.

"Outsiders, please pass the Immortal Mansion assessment."

"The content of the assessment is, defeat a Yellow Turban Immortal."

"Number of assessments: 10."

"Failed assessment: Shou Yuan -40."

"The assessment is successful: inherit the No. 10,000 Immortal Mansion."

Han Yi was startled, and cautiously retreated more than ten meters.

But at the same time as he burst back, a little spiritual light suddenly appeared on the bronze door, and the spiritual light fell to the ground, turning into a burly monk in a yellow robe.

Han Yi retreated again, he had reached the edge of the square, he was vigilant against abnormalities, he had a magic weapon in his hand, and he was ready to fight.

It was just that to his surprise, the burly monk in yellow robes, who was more than two meters tall and belonged to the tallest monk Han Yi had seen, was motionless like a puppet.

"Yellow Turban Immortals?"

"Is this a heavenly creation?"

Han Yi slowly stepped forward, vigilantly revolving around the Yellow Turban Immortal, and when he approached within ten meters, the motionless Yellow Turban Immortal, a flash of spiritual light suddenly flashed in his godless eyes.

Then, in his hand, a cluster of flames burst out instantly, this was a fire attribute spell, similar to the Spirit Void Finger, but the speed was faster, just in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Han Yi.

Fortunately, Han Yi had already prepared, and a fire shield technique had been prepared.

Peng!

The fire shield dissipated, and the speed of the cluster of flames weakened by half, but it was extinguished, and it was already heading towards Han Yi.

Han Yi Chengying's sword swept out and killed it on the spot.

But although the flames dissipated, Han Yi's face was full of solemnity.

"So strong?"

At the same time, he stepped back, stepping out ten meters away, and the Yellow Turban Immortal who instantly emitted a fire attribute spell returned to a motionless posture.

"Sure enough, this is absolutely a work of heaven."

The so-called heavenly creation is also a kind of cultivation of immortals, with the ability to seize the sky, to create the creation of things.

It's just that this kind of skill is too difficult, too difficult, and it is in conflict with the Heavenly Dao, and it is easy to be punished by heaven, so that the number of cultivators is too rare, and in today's immortal cultivation world, there is no sect that specializes in it, and some are only sporadic exercises.

Han Yi didn't expect that he would still be able to see such a heavenly creation.

The next moment, the magnificent voice in my head sounded again.

"Failed the first assessment, the remaining times: nine."

Han Yi was shocked.

"Ten chances, but one was consumed."

"In other words, as long as you fight with this Yellow Turban Immortal, and you don't defeat this Yellow Turban Immortal, you will sentence me to failure and consume the number of assessments."

"I stepped within about ten meters just now, which means that as long as I cross that distance, it is equivalent to me entering the assessment area, and the assessment is turned on by default."

"No, it shouldn't be more than that, if I attack from a distance, it should also be counted, this loophole, the person who came out of the assessment, will definitely not think of it, don't waste another opportunity."

"And after ten times, if I haven't defeated the Yellow Turban Immortal, then I have failed the assessment, and the punishment for failure is Shouyuan -40, that is, forty years of life will be deducted."

Thinking of this, Han Yi was shocked, he suddenly recalled the situation of killing Liu Heng on the Luo family's Lingtian.

At that time, Liu Heng's weird face, which was old and not like a human face, was completely different from the Liu Heng he saw a few days ago.

Thinking back at this moment, it should be that Liu Heng also went through such an assessment, however, he failed, consumed ten times of assessment, and was deprived of his longevity after failing, which caused him to go out like crazy and was easily killed by Han Yi with a sword.

Thinking of this, Han Yi took a deep breath and retreated again and again, retreating to the edge of the square, approaching the cliff.

It is not easy to challenge, every assessment opportunity is extremely precious and cannot be wasted.

Han Yi crossed his knees, turned his back to the cliff, sat down in front of the bronze gate and the motionless Yellow Turban Immortal at the door, simply closed his eyes, and it took three days before he stood up again.

Feeling the mana in his body, Han Yi's eyes flickered, but he calculated it in his heart.

"Win, you must win, you have to fight hard, if you lose, Shouyuan will lose forty years, then my immortal journey will be directly interrupted."

Less life is not just about longevity.

Han Yi is thirty-four years old at the moment, if he fails, he will be seventy-four years old, and the seventy-four-year-old body and the thirty-four-year-old body have completely different vitality, the thirty-four-year-old body, if it takes nine years to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi cultivation, then the seventy-four-year-old body may take twenty-nine years, thirty-nine years, or even longer.

At this point, even if he tried his best, he would not give an inch.

"There are only nine times, and every opportunity is extremely precious, so you must grasp it, and you need to give it your all every time."

"That's the way to the limit."

"Okay, this time, go all out."

Having made up his mind, Han Yi took a deep breath and walked towards the step, and before he reached the range of ten meters, he put his fingers together, and the Chengying Sword swept out, trembling slightly, a light red light appeared on the sword body, and went straight to the Yellow Turban Immortal.

(End of chapter)