In almost every room, Yang Ji could see a few candidates who were stumped by the imprints of those essence and qi combined. These candidates successfully passed the previous tests, but they fell into a magic obstacle at these levels and stopped.

These people are either sweating, or looking pale and miserable, or they are anxious and nervous, and their faces are flushed...... , in short, all kinds of things, and so on.

When Yang Ji passed by, he could only secretly sigh for them. This is not just a test, but also your own destiny. What he lost was not only his qualifications, but also his years of hard work and hard work, as well as his own career.

Everything can only wait for another martial arts examination in three years!

Yang Ji understands what he is pursuing, so he understands the feelings of these people even more. I can also understand why they are so gaffe, emperor, and anxious.

How many three years, three and three years can there be in life...... Every time you fail, it means that your fate changes again. Not in the direction of the ascent, but straight down.

Those gray-haired old talents are an extreme portrayal.

There were fewer and fewer people in the passage, and after about half a cup of tea, Yang Ji saw Ouyang Zhuming in the room. Ouyang Zhu Ming entered before himself, but his state at the moment was not much better than those candidates that Yang Ji had seen before.

He had his back to himself, his face pale, and he was sweating profusely. A slight tremor could be seen in the body under the robe.

When Yang Ji came in, Ouyang Zhuming seemed to notice something, but he didn't seem to notice anything. His pupils were wide open, and he looked at the ground, unfocused.

In front of him, the door of the room did not have a plaque painted in gold on a black background, nor did it have large letters. Only a colorful painting hangs down.

This is the first scripture painting Yang Ji saw in the passage!

The painting is not large, only one foot square. There was nothing in it, only an ocean-like pool of blood, exuding an endless breath of death.

"That's right!"

Look at this small scripture painting hanging down in front of the gate. Yang Ji let out a long sigh in his heart and spit out five words:

"Spirit, Qi, and God are one!"

In this hall of the martial arts examination, Yang Ji suddenly saw that the mysterious little monk in the mountains and forests at the junction of Langya County and Tianshui County taught himself the "unity of essence, qi and spirit"!

The combination of essence and qi, qi and spirit, and the integration of essence and spirit is the only way to martial arts. It is a fusion of the spirit, will, and blood of a warrior. With the three in one, anything ordinary will have extraordinary power.

It is rumored that a word of the martial saint can make Wuzun bow his head, make demons and evil retreat, suppress the three mountains and five mountains, and be powerful. It is rumored that a pair of calligraphy and paintings of ancient Wensheng can regulate the aura of heaven and earth, so that thousands of miles of fertile soil and grains can be harvested. All evils do not invade.

This is the principle of the unity of spirit and spirit.

In the deep mountains, the little monk transcribed the scriptures, and the spirit was integrated into the pen and even transformed into the big golden body of the Buddhist protector, and the golden body of hundreds of zhang shone in the sun.

If it weren't for his lack of blood, it would have dragged down the effect. I'm afraid that those incarnations are possible to turn from virtual to real, to carry mountains and shoulders, and to pull out mountains like onions.

When a martial artist is introduced, what he has been cultivating is blood qi. Spirit is spirit. The will is the will, and the flesh is the flesh. The spirit is scattered, each in one place.

How easy is it to combine the innate scattered essence, qi, and spirit into one?

Yang Ji also learned this trick from the little monk of the Buddhist sect. It's just that I didn't expect that this was the test in the martial arts exam.

Ouyang Zhuming's family has a long history, but this thing is obviously not useful because of a long family history. He passed many tests along the way, but in the end he was stuck on this "unity of spirit and spirit".

"No wonder the examiner from Dijing said that most of the candidates in the literary examination will be eliminated. This is only a test of the unity of spirit and spirit. It's not like they're going to be able to get by. ”

Yang Ji sighed in his heart.

Many things that had previously seemed strange suddenly came to an end after entering these passages and halls. What the chief examiner who came to Dijing said before, including the test he faced before, everything was clear.

Whether it is hidden in the mezzanine of the wall, the hidden spiritual imprint, or the later gold paint on a black background. A Founder plaque containing spirit and blood...... , all to pave the way for the scene I see now.

The only thing that can deal with the unity of spirit and spirit is the unity of spirit and spirit. The previous test was just to let them know the difficulties and retreat, so as not to be injured.

At this moment, Yang Ji's heart was like a candle.

"Bang!"

Step out of the passage and step forward. At the moment when the soles of the feet landed, the abnormal changes protruded, and the ripples spread out in circles. The surrounding light and shadow changed, the sky was dark, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Ji fell from the main hall into an endless pool of bright red blood.

The surrounding wind was fierce and the wind was miserable. Where Yang Ji was was a huge whirlpool, this huge pool of bright red blood was boundless, and a huge suction force came from below, like a demon's giant mouth, wanting to pull and devour Yang Ji.

In this endless pool of blood, the power of the individual is tiny. Just like an ant facing the endless world, he can't exert his strength at all.

Despair!

This is the feeling of every person who is trapped in this ocean of blood. And this feeling is like a bud, getting stronger and stronger, more and more vigorous, until it completely engulfs people.

"Hehehe!"

Yang Ji laughed in the ocean of blood. His expression was calm, and there was not the slightest panic on his face:

"This is a test of a person's will!"

This pool of blood is illusory, but it is also real. And the same can do a lot of damage. If it was before, before comprehending the method of "the unity of essence, qi, and spirit", Yang Ji might have really fallen into it and couldn't extricate himself, just like Ouyang Zhuming now.

However, it was too easy for Yang Ji to comprehend the method of integrating the three, but to get out of this level of mental test.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's eyes closed, and the next moment, there was a surge in his body, and there was a burst of earth-shaking changes. Yang Ji's spirit is introverted, essence and qi, qi and spirit are combined, which is exactly the method that he realized from the young monk.

Just a moment of effort, Yang Ji's essence condensed, his spirit was solid, and the three became one, like lead and mercury, hugging each other.

"Buzz!"

When he opened his eyes again, the vast expanse around him, and the pool of bright red blood with the great power of heaven and earth disappeared. Yang Ji reappeared in the room, and when he looked up, at the door of the room, Ouyang Zhuming was dripping with cold sweat and was still struggling.

"Hug Yuan Shouyi, the spirit is compatible!"

Yang Ji smiled, walked over and patted Ouyang Zhuming's shoulder. He whispered in his ear, and then lifted the curtain and walked back.

What Yang Ji said was not to teach him the method of unity of spirit, qi and spirit. This kind of method can only rely on one's own comprehension, figuring it out, and it is the kung fu of epiphany, and it is not so easy to achieve.

What Yang Ji taught him was the method of getting rid of illusions, nightmares, and demonic obstacles.

Quietly behind the passage, Yang Ji smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he calmed down at this time. The only thing that can fight against the "unity of spirit and spirit" is "unity of spirit and spirit", and after understanding the content of the test in this channel, Yang Ji was relieved.

In fact, this is to test the spirit, will, retribution, and solar terms of all candidates...... , with the method of "unity of spirit and spirit", directly ask the soul core of all candidates.

What the imperial court needs are those who are strong-willed and up to the task. Because after becoming a martial artist, he will become a military general of the imperial court if he is further promoted by the imperial court, holding a male soldier, or guarding one side, or fighting in a foreign territory, with corpses piled up into mountains and a sea of blood.

A soldier bears a nest of bears. If the commander of the army collapses, his army will immediately collapse. What the imperial court needs is not a delicate martial artist who can only embroider his fists and legs and compete in the arena, but a real great weapon.

That's the real test of this passage!

Yang Ji understood this, and his heart was suddenly settled. Not to mention anything else, his spirit and spirit are integrated into one, and no matter what challenges are contained in this passage, it will definitely not be difficult for him.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji looked calm, took a step, and walked into the next room. Almost at the same time as Yang Ji stepped in, the cold light struck, rolling up the snow, and came overwhelmingly.

Almost in an instant, Yang Ji is elegant, clean room, came to a peak of ten thousand thousand, the sky is cold, the surrounding peaks are thousands, snow-capped, except for Yang Ji's lonely person, there is no one else.

"Boom!"

The snow peak shook, just opposite Yang Ji, a snow peak several times high, towering into the clouds, suddenly collapsed, the light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, a sharp blade of thousands of zhang was as smooth as a mirror, the cold light flickered, whistling, like a shocking giant blade slashing towards Yang Ji with the momentum of opening the sky and splitting the earth!

Such a giant blade is not something that anyone can resist!

However, in the face of such a crisis, Yang Ji just shook his head, his face was calm and calm, and there was no wave. As soon as his eyes were closed, his spirit and spirit were united, and just when the earth-shattering giant blade was still a few feet away from him, the light flashed, and Yang Ji returned to the room.

Raising his head, directly opposite the room, a majestic snow-capped mountain scripture painting was facing him. Calm returned to the room.

Yang Ji looked at this scripture painting, and thoughts flashed in his mind.

This painting is not inherited from antiquity or some ancient age. The material is still very new, apparently not long after it was made.

The Han Dynasty has been established for more than 1,000 years, and this scripture painting is only a thousand years at most. But Yang Ji felt that it probably hadn't been that long, and even that it had been done recently.

Its drawing paper is exactly the same as the scripture materials of those ancient eras, but the content on it is not any martial arts.

Despite this, however, it is not entirely illusory.

The Ice Blade, though not real, would not have really torn people apart. But its damage is not illusory at all. And the level of horror must not be reduced.

Physical wounds can be healed, but mental and soul wounds are so easy. Some soul scars may never heal, but will last a lifetime.

This is why the examiner from Dijing has repeatedly warned that the strength is not enough to quit immediately and not to force it. (To be continued......)