"The trial of this turbulent land, the elder venerable will have a deep study of it, and the cultivation of this little bastard will definitely not succeed!" Lou Keming snorted coldly in his heart.

The string next to him also looked gloomy, her right hand was in her sleeve, and she pinched the seal very casually, as if she was making some kind of deduction, but her eyes swept a faint glance at the Sanskrit Demon Lord in the distance.

As for the Sanskrit Demon Lord, he was lying on the clouds, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strange glow.

"This little guy must be Wang Mo... Didn't the god of death die... Killing slaves should not dare to deceive, but in this matter, we should be cautious... The reason why I made a move back then was because it was a great benefit, and now... If you want me to make a move, it depends on whether Changzun will be reluctant. ”

The Empty Demon Monarch looked calm, looked at Wang Mo who went straight to the huge incense, and sighed in his heart.

"In a short period of time, this son has destroyed the Thunderbolt Clan, and he has such a deep connection with the Broken Land, I really underestimate him... As one of the Five Monarchs of the Demon Race, I have the responsibility of guarding the stars, but this son..."The Demon Lord glanced at his daughter beside him, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"I don't care if the Elder Venerable Society is out, even if the president is out of the customs, I can refuse, but... What should I do if Nian'er comes in person..."Thinking of his wife, the Empty Demon King's heart stinged, and he will never forget the scene when his wife seemed to die and became a stranger.

The old man in animal skin simply closed his eyes and didn't pay attention to it at all, as if everything in this heaven and earth, in front of him, was not as attractive as fighting with the second generation of fire phoenix.

The huge lizard beneath him spewed out two white gases from its nostrils, and its cold eyes were also closed.

Around the giant tortoise below, tens of thousands of immortals were all concentrating, watching Wang Mo's figure approach the first incense, and there were all kinds of thoughts in it.

"Hmph, this person is really lucky, and he was actually favored by the First Emperor, but the trial was extremely difficult, and I concluded that he would not succeed!"

"The first elder of my survival society is the cultivation of the five tribulations of the immortals, and he doesn't dare to go to the trial to get the title of emperor and young emperor, even if this person is appreciated by the emperor and the first emperor young man, but if he wants to succeed, it is delusional. ”

On this Emperor Star Arena, condensed by the gaze of tens of thousands of immortals, Wang Mo came to the side of the first giant incense, landed on the giant tortoise shell, and stood here at close range, compared to it, Wang Mo's figure was really insignificant.

This huge fragrance is like a mountain, and there is a faint fragrance that spreads out and enters the tip of the nose, which can make people feel refreshed.

Wang Mo took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and put it on the huge incense in front of him, the moment his palm touched, his eyes closed, and his body suddenly became motionless, and his soul walked with the incense...

In the first level of the trial, the human world in heaven, earth and man is transformed!

There were bursts of water in his ears, and many noisy sounds gradually became clearer and clearer from the vague blur, until they overwhelmed the sound of water and replaced everything in Wang Mo's ears.

The sky is blue and beautiful, like a forged silk spread, dotted with white clouds, but at first glance, it seems a little unreal.

Wang Mo stood on a bridge, the river was flowing under the bridge, there were a few boats in the river in the distance, faintly floating the sound of music, on both sides of the bridge, there were noisy streets, there were many pedestrians, in a blur, they couldn't see their faces clearly.

Retracting his gaze looking at the sky, Wang Mo's whole person seemed to have come to a dream, everything was illusory, so that he didn't have any real feeling.

Even this bridge, in his view, is faintly blurred, as if it can dissipate at any time, as if everything in this heaven and earth, except for himself, is clear, all is ethereal.

This is a mortal world, the place is not big, but there are many people living there, and there are many shops and vendors on the street, and the sound of selling is endless.

It's just that all of this is in a blur and incompatible with him...

"Is this the first level?" Wang Mo's eyes were contemplative, and he turned around and was about to walk off the bridge, but at this moment, his body was shocked, and he suddenly looked back at the river!

In the middle of the river, a large boat came slowly, and on the boat sat a young man, who held a wine glass in his hand, and several singers danced in front of him, and there were several attendants standing behind him.

"Ten thousand red dust is alone for me... It's okay to sit, it's okay to walk... I can't laugh at it..."In the midst of the long laugh, there was a faint-sounding but wild word.

The young man took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp! Since Wang Mo came here, everything he saw except himself was blurry, but at this moment, the moment he saw the young man, the appearance of this young man suddenly became clear, and this clarity, in contrast to the blurred surroundings, was extremely distinct!

At this moment, Wang Mo's whole person stayed in place, his heart was booming like the sky was cracking, the appearance of that young man, he was familiar, very familiar, it was almost...

That's pretty much himself!

This wild poetry, the young man who raised his glass and drank freely, his appearance is almost the same as Wang Mo!!

The only difference is the traces of time, although Wang Mo looks young, he is actually nearly seven hundred years old, and on him, there is naturally a smell of time.

It's just that this young man who drinks is full of vitality and vitality, no matter how you look at it, he is just a mortal in his twenties!

Wang Mo was stunned there, looking at the boat gradually approaching, looking at the young man on the boat put down the wine glass, raised his hand to wipe the wine marks from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, Childe's poems are really extraordinary, according to the small one, this word should only be in the sky, but it is difficult to smell in the world, good, wonderful!" The young man was followed by an entourage, who looked about forty years, with an admiring look on his face, and shook his head and said.

", this is obviously a poem left by the ancients, let you say this, as if this son himself made it. The young man smiled, picked up a fan from the bar in front of him, and pointed at the attendant.

The entourage smiled, didn't mind, looked up at the surroundings, and sighed: "Childe, we don't have much silver, the cost of renting a boat on the river in this city is very large, it's been four days, it's better to go back early..."

The young man shook his head, and someone beside him poured a new bottle of wine, took a sip after holding it, and was about to speak, when suddenly he paused, and when he looked up, his eyes immediately fell on the river bridge in front of him.

On the bridge, Wang Mo stood there, silently condensing his gaze with this young man.

The young man's body shook, his complexion immediately changed, his eyes showed surprise, he gently put down the wine glass, stood up, hugged his fist towards Wang Mo on the bridge from afar, and said loudly: "This brother, do you have time to come over and have a drink?"

The shock of Wang Mo's heart gradually subsided at this moment, and his body took a step forward with a strange glow, and the whole person was like a leaf swept by the wind, falling lightly on the boat.

The entourage beside the young man, his eyes bulged suddenly, staring directly at Wang Mo, his expression showed disbelief, he was surprised not only by Wang Mo's movements, but also by Wang Mo's appearance, almost the same as his son-in-law!

Landing on the boat, Wang Mo didn't speak, and sat down directly opposite the young man.

The young man looked at Wang Mo carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, the other party's appearance was too similar to himself, he hesitated, sat down, and instructed his entourage to prepare another wine set.

After a short time, the entourage took out a clean wine glass and put it on the table, and poured it himself, and when he poured the wine, his eyes were still looking at Wang Mo, and he secretly wondered in his heart.

"Brother Tai's appearance is quite similar to Zaixia, I have seen many people in the downstream study places, but I have never met such a similar friend, dare to ask Brother Tai's surname, can you tell me?" the young man asked with a smile on his face and curiosity.

Wang Mo didn't speak, there was always a contemplative look in his eyes, picked up the wine glass, and drank it alone.

Seeing that Wang Mo didn't reply, the young man didn't mind, so he personally picked up the wine jug and poured it again for Wang Mo.

The sound of the water beside the boat entered softly, and gradually the boat crossed the stone bridge along the river, and slowly rowed into the distance, the song and dance on the bow of the boat were still there, but the people who admired it were always silent.

Wang Mo drank the wine cup by cup, and the thoughts and contemplations in his eyes turned into wisps of chaos, stirring his mind and making him tasteless when he drank the wine.

"What the hell is going on... Why did such a person appear in the refinement of the human side of this trial... Not only does this person look the same as me, but even his soul is..."Wang Mo frowned and drank a glass of wine again.

The young man always smiled and stopped speaking, but the attendant beside him pouted and underestimated in his heart.

"This is an old osmanthus wine, it's very expensive..."

Gradually, as night fell, a slightly cold wind blew across the river, sweeping lightly on the boat, and the singing and dancing girl on the bow of the boat had already retreated, leaving only Wang Mo, the young man and his entourage.

The moonlight slowly filled the earth, reflected in the river, and as the breeze blew, the water surface appeared sparkling, and it looked very beautiful.

The attendant looked impatient, and sometimes looked up at the sky, and after a while, he seemed to be unable to help it, bent down and pulled down the young man's shirt, and gave him a look.

The young man shook his head and smiled, ignoring it.

The attendant smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Childe, if you row any further, you will have to pay more fares... And this wine, too, is almost gone..."

"Drink mine. The contemplative color in Wang Mo's eyes gradually dissipated, and with a flip of his right hand, he took out a wine jug, which was not dragon blood, but it was not an ordinary wine.

Seeing that Wang Mo somehow conjured a wine jug, the entourage's eyes almost glared out again, revealing a look of horror, but he no longer dared to urge his son-in-law to say a word.