For a time, on the altar of the Filthy Peak, there was a sea of people, and the applause was like a tsunami in the mountains, which made people shocked.

"So, who is it, one of the billions of people in this Illusion Realm Test?" Elder Xuanyuan Langser roared almost like a madman.

"Elder, your body is important, please go down and rest for a while!" Seeing that the elder Xuanyuan Langse, who was coughing, was about to be speechless, he hurriedly stepped forward and whispered to him to comfort him.

Several sword cultivators of the Yunding Sword Sect carefully supported the hoarse elder Xuanyuan Lang Se down the Filthy Sword Altar.

"The Illusion Realm Test has officially begun!" said Gate Master Yuwen Leopard as he stepped forward.

At this point, no matter how lovesick it is, it will never be obtained.

The first level of the Sword Pavilion measured the immortal bones

Around the Filthy Mountain Sword Altar in Fangcun Mountain, there were no less than a hundred beginner disciples gathered, and they were all extremely eager to be selected by the Floating Dust Stone Staff, so that they could have the honor of entering the sacred Chaos Sword Pavilion to test their immortal bone level.

Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect, held the floating dust stone staff in his right hand, and slowly walked to the center of the Filthy Sword Altar.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the door master Yuwen Leopard gently threw the floating dust stone staff in his hand into the air, and the body of the staff instantly burst into a brilliant light.

That dazzling light shone on all the beginner disciples under the sword altar, causing them to hurriedly raise their right hands to cover them, in case their eyes were damaged by it.

However, among them, there were seven students who never raised their hands to block this dazzling light, but seemed to enjoy the warm glow.

After this dazzling light faded, the floating dust stone staff swished and returned to the hands of the door master Yuwen Leopard.

Then, the seven beginner disciples who were selected by the floating dust stone staff, their surnames and names all appeared on the eight huge stone pillars of the Yunding Sword Sect's Filthy Feng Sword Altar.

Fu Huanjing, Murong Luanjie, Shangguan Feiyu, Zhuge Yunjue, Yuwen Fuze, Ouyang Xiyue, Gongsun Linglong, and the seven lucky young phantoms walked into the Chaos Sword Pavilion one by one, and went to test what their respective immortal bone grades were.

Xuanyuan Langse, the elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, whose voice had regained his voice, looked at the shrunken stone pillar where Fu Huanjing's name appeared, and slowly walked in front of the sect master Yuwen Leopard, smiling at the countless unsuccessful disciples under the Filthy Sword Altar.

"Fu Huanjing, immortal bone grade, from the ninth grade!" Xuanyuan Langse shouted with a smile after clenching his fist with his right hand.

The immortal bone rank of the Illusory Realm Spirit Body Bone was divided into nineteen levels by the four Illusory Realm Spirit Venerable Practitioners. According to the quality of the product in order of the order of the first product, from the first product, from the second product, from the second product, from the third product, from the third product, from the fourth product, from the fifth product, from the fifth product, from the sixth product, from the sixth product, from the seventh product, from the eighth product, from the ninth product, from the ninth product, not into the stream.

"It's okay! It's better than not entering the stream, as expected, after all, it's a long time coming!" Elder Xuanyuan Langse's door master Yuwen Leopard muttered to himself.

"The Fu Huan family has really declined! In the past ten years, none of the Fu Huan family has ever been in the middle of the immortal bone rank of the young phantom. Alas, it's hard to be brilliant anymore!" The unsuccessful disciples under the Filthy Sword Altar laughed and whispered with emotion.

"Murong Luanjie, immortal bone grade, Zhengyi grade!" Xuanyuan Langse, an elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, looked at the stone pillar where Murong Luanjie's name appeared, and shouted loudly to the students under the altar in surprise.

"Wow! It's really amazing! This is a pair of superb immortal bones that are rare in our illusion realm for a thousand years! Miss Murong's future is really limitless!" Sect Master Yuwen Leopard hurriedly squeezed in front of Elder Xuanyuan Langse, and roared at all the disciples under the Filthy Feng Sword Altar.

Elder Xuanyuan Langse, who had been robbed of his original words, missed a great opportunity to curry favor with Murong Bo, the Great Elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, and kicked the door master Yuwen Leopard in front of him angrily.

Such obvious words of flattery, the Great Elder Murong Bo in the Chaos Sword Pavilion of the Yunding Sword Sect naturally knew about it, but he still looked relieved and happy.

"This pearl in the palm of the Murong family, it is really shocking, it is different! Such a superb immortal bone grade, in the future, you only need to cultivate more, and one day you will soar to the sword path immortal realm, and it will be just around the corner! Alas! It is really hateful, we have not been reincarnated in the Murong family, and they will not have the slightest luck. The disciples under the Yunding Sword Sect's Filthy Sword Altar said one after another.

After a burst of cheers under the sword altar, the applause roared like a tsunami, and all the unsuccessful disciples were surprised by the results of Murong Luanjie's immortal bone rank, and at the same time took out the bronze mirror and looked at themselves, secretly sad.

"Shangguan Feiyu, Zhuge Yunjue, Yuwen Fuze, Ouyang Xiyue, Gongsun Linglong, the immortal bone grades of the five people are all positive five grades!" Elder Xuanyuan Lang Se suddenly lost his high interest just now for some reason, and said softly and casually to the disciples under the sword altar.

This is the end of the first round of the once-in-a-decade fantasy test.

Suddenly, above the Filthy Sword Altar of Fangcun Mountain, a flying immortal from outside the sky came in the clouds.

After the flying immortal from the sky slowly floated to the ground, all the disciples took a closer look, only to find that it was the second elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, Wuchen.

Elder Wuchen, within this illusory realm, is extremely popular with everyone. It is inseparable from his handsome and ageless appearance and approachable character cultivation.

"Don't be too discouraged for the selected disciples who are temporarily behind, the six of you still have a chance to catch up in four levels. "Elder Wuchen, the pavilion master of the Chaos Sword Pavilion, fell in front of Elder Xuanyuan Lang Se like an immortal descending, and comforted and persuaded the six saddened selected disciples in front of him.

This is the façade of the Genting Sword Sect, humble and modest, and very good at handling human feelings. How can it be like the Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse and the Sect Master Yuwen Leopard, who only knew how to flatter the Great Elder Murong Bo, but lost the century-old arrogance of the Yunding Sword Sect. Being able to see the dustless side of the second elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, we who were not selected as beginner disciples can be regarded as a worthwhile trip!" The disciples under the sword altar said to each other with great joy.

Why is Fu Huanjing's spiritual strength and bones so inferior, this is closely related to his unpopular master Secret Servant Futu.

Due to the countless scars of evil qi in the body of the secret servant Futu, his life is worse than death. He secretly stole the aura of his beloved apprentice Fu Huanjing in private to calm the evil aura in his body.

It doesn't matter once or twice, but the stealing of the secret servant Futu has lasted for ten years.

Over time, in the body of the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, there was not much aura left.

Maybe Fu Huanjing already knew that the strange behavior of the master secretly serving Futu caused him to be drowsy every day.

However, Fu Huan Jingnian secretly served Futu to protect him for ten years, so that in addition to the thatched hut he built, he still had a place to go called Jingxin Wine Workshop.

Fu Huanjing held a pot of immortal brewed by the master and Futu, and drank it in a big gulp, so that he could use the wine to drown his sorrows.

"The second level of the test has officially begun!" "Sect Master Yuwen Leopard and Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse hurriedly said in unison in shame when they heard the noise of discussion under the sword altar.

Say it all here, you can't get it in the end, no regrets.

The second level is the Ten Thousand Demon Forest

"The seven of you selected disciples are all given to Elder Ben, listen carefully! The specific rules of this second level of the Illusion Realm Test are as follows: First, the seven of you are not allowed to carry any spirit beast mounts with you. Second, the seven of you must use the demon slaying sword that Elder Ben distributed to you, and in that ten thousand demon forests, in the time of one pillar of incense, each of you can kill a hundred monsters. Third, the selected disciple who must complete the first two rules and finally find the Demon Clan's supreme treasure 'Ten Thousand Demon Heart' is the final winner of this round of levels. The sixth elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, Xuanyuan Langse, held the brocade silk of this round of level test rules in both hands, and repeatedly instructed the true bodies of the seven selected disciples in front of him.

"Killing a hundred monsters, for the seven of them, is naturally not a problem. It's just that the heart of the ten thousand demons that doesn't know its whereabouts, many people who have cultivated and enlightened the Tao are rare to encounter in ten thousand years, and it is very difficult to find!" The unsuccessful disciples under the sword altar pinched a cold sweat for the seven of them and said worriedly.

Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect, took out a bamboo fan from his sleeve and gently threw it in the air.

"Broken!"

Before the words of Yuwen Leopard, the master of the Yunding Sword Sect, fell, he saw that his small green jade bamboo fan actually cut through the sky like a thousand pounds, cutting out a whirlpool hollow gap, and taking in the seven people in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The disciples under the Sword Altar of Fang Cun Mountain were shocked for a while, and they were dumbfounded one by one, at a loss.

After a while, there was thunderous applause, and the words of praise from all the disciples for that sect master Yuwen Leopard were endless.

Contrary to the smile on the face of the sect master Yuwen Leopard, the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse was extremely annoyed and his face turned pale. He thought to himself that this limelight couldn't be snatched by Yuwen Leopard alone, so he took it into account.

Suddenly, the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse walked slowly, walked in front of the door master Yuwen Leopard, and transformed the brocade silk in his original hand into a small ink bamboo jade fan.

"Everyone, please stay, you don't need to move to the dangerous Forest of Ten Thousand Demons. Right here, you can also observe the actions of their seven selected disciples in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest. Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, hurriedly persuaded the unsuccessful disciples under the sword altar who were about to leave with their backs.

"I don't know how to observe it?" the proud door master Yuwen Leopard asked the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse in every possible way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's see how this small ink bamboo jade fan in his hand makes those thousands of changes. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse gently threw the ink bamboo jade fan in his hand into the air and said.

I saw that the small ink bamboo jade fan, for a while, changed in mid-air. At first, the original eight bamboo trees of the bamboo fan turned into eight extremely sharp flying swords in an instant, trapping Yuwen Leopard, the master of the Filthy Feng Sword Altar, in it. Then, the bamboo fan, which was originally the size of a palm, turned into a painting the size of a picture of the river during the Qingming Festival in the blink of an eye. Every move of the seven of them in the demon forest was faithfully projected on the huge painting. In the end, the original small fan spikes of the bamboo fan suddenly transformed into countless seats, which were placed under the buttocks of the unsuccessful disciples.

The disciples under the Filthy Feng Sword Altar sometimes laughed at the fact that the master of the sect, Yuwen Leopard, was being teased like this, sometimes they exclaimed at the unpredictable and magical changes of the bamboo fan and the fan spikes, and sometimes they were secretly worried about the safety of the seven selected disciples in the huge painting.

In the huge painting silk, I saw seven people in the forest of ten thousand demons, and in the time of half a pillar of incense, they each used the demon sword in their hands to kill a hundred monsters. Then, the six gods who were tired of the seven people had no master, and they suddenly felt bored.

Not long after, among the seven selected disciples, five were concentric except for her Murong Luanjie. They are planning to use Fu Huanjing as a bait to sacrifice ten thousand demons with blood, and lure out the king of ten thousand demons, Dongguo Shatian, who is hiding in the shadows.

"One level test, two people fighting, three rules, four sides sit and watch, five are concentric, six gods have no master, and seven bodies are boring. The secret guest inside the Xuanji Gate said with interest.

"Interesting, interesting!" said the Master of Wisdom with a smile on his face.

The eldest lady's tempered Murong Luanjie naturally wouldn't care about his life or death of Fu Huanjing. She got up and said goodbye to the six of them, and went to the depths of the demon forest alone, looking for the trace of the king of ten thousand demons.

As for why everyone had to find it, the king of ten thousand demons, Dongguo covered the sky, naturally because the heart of ten thousand demons was his heart.

Fortunately, he Fu Huanjing learned a trick, and the "stinky seller of fake medicine" Ling Hu Hezhen performed the "Wind Whisper Flame Escape", otherwise he Fu Huanjing would have died in the Demon Forest long ago.

Murong Luanjie, who is alone, has been secretly stared at by the king of ten thousand demons, Dong Guo Shatian, and plans to use her to satisfy her hunger tonight.

"Storm Rising Spell"

I saw that Dong Guo Shatian was hiding in the dark, chanting a spell in his mouth. Murong Luanjie, who was like a headless fly, was swept away by a gust of demonic wind in response.

Fu Huanjing's "Wind Whisper Flashing Flames", I don't know how many times he escaped, until in the end, he couldn't move. It turned out that under the ground of this demon forest, there were extremely hard boulders everywhere, and his head was full of big bags.

Fu Huanjing unconsciously walked into a huge cave. Hearing the words of someone in the cave, he immediately hid behind a boulder and looked ahead. I saw Dong Guo, the king of ten thousand demons on the throne of the king of the mountain, covering the sky, salivating, looking a girl up and down.

"No! That girl is Murong Luanjie, what can I do about this?" Fu Huanjing scratched his head at a loss for a while, and muttered to himself.

"Stinky monster, let go of Miss Ben, do you know who my father is? Dare to stare at Miss Ben so squintingly, Miss Ben wants you to look good!" Murong Luanjie was tied to the stone pillar by a rope, stretched out her jade foot to Dongguo Shatian, kicked and shouted.

"Hey, hey, if you don't look closely, King Ben really doesn't see it. Murong Bo, that old boy, didn't know that after cultivating a good fate for several lifetimes, he could give birth to such a beautiful daughter. This king can tell you clearly, don't be too arrogant, even if your father comes in person. With the current cultivation realm of this king, he also has to be afraid of this king, not to mention you, a female doll who has not dried up. The King of Ten Thousand Demons, Dongguo Shatian, laughed.

"Fu Huanjing, come and save Miss Ben!" Murong Luanjie caught a glimpse of Fu Huanjing, who was hiding behind the boulder and came out, and shouted loudly for help.

The brave young man Fu Huanjing ignored it, and was about to smear oil on the soles of his feet.

Unexpectedly, the king of ten thousand demons, Dongguo Shatian, had already discovered his hiding place and secretly drove the demon law.

That's all I say, no complaints, no regrets, and I was born at the wrong time.

It is also strange and abnormal, in this huge cave, there is a boulder in front of the brave young man Fu Huanjing.

Could it be that the king of ten thousand demons, Dong Guo covered the sky, and deliberately set up a blindfold that failed.

"Oh! It turns out that you, a little girl, have rescuers behind you. No wonder you dared to be so arrogant to this king before!Is that him?" The King of Ten Thousand Demons, Dongguo Shatian, cast a demon spell and drove a few branches and vines to tie Fu Huanjing, who was hiding in the shadows, to his eyes, and asked with a laugh at Murong Luanjie.