Babel, the sacred mountain of the Soul Clan.

The Holy King was still alone on the golden chair, his wrinkled face filled with playfulness.

After a moment, he removed his fingers from his forehead and said to himself, "Is there anything strange about this? I'm just helping you...... Pity...... It's been so long, and none of those bloodline fools have been able to pull out that sword......"

"The only chance is on that sword...... If Lao Tzu could go, he would have gone and picked it up himself!"

......

Mu Qing listened to Grandma Fengchi's question, and said, "Four seniors, among our blood clan, except for Xiao Attu, I am the most familiar with you. Now I'm going to see the Holy King, and if I don't come back, I mean, then someone will have to say no to all these things I find. ”

The flower snake twisted his waist and said, "Ah Qing, your strength was not below us back then, but now, your blood magic eyes have been refined, and the blood of the True Saint is almost the same, right?

Mu Qing shook his head and said, "I didn't just want to be hit by the Holy King this time, but ...... I want to try that sword!"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them guessed what Mu Qing was thinking at the same time.

The Tomb Dragon Sword is the inheritance of the Saint Kings of the past dynasties, and Mu Qing's word "try" is not just as simple as trying the power of this sword's blow! But to really "try" the strength of the Saint King! Try if you can pull out that sword!

That would be equivalent to challenging the Holy King!

Mu Qing continued: "If I succeed, I will lead everyone to fight against the Soul Clan, take the 'Soul Washing Pool', and kill the Soul Clan Saint King, what if I fail...... That's destiny!"

He said this very easily, but there was a smell of corpses and a sea of blood in his words.

The old ram said in a deep voice: "Ah Qing, you should know that our blood clan does have an ancient system to challenge the Holy King, this is your right as the 'First Balon', and we will not stop you." But...... Although I don't fully agree with what you just said, it is indeed a possibility! So, I still want to advise you. Even if you want to be a Saint King, then you just need to bear that blow test, and then wait, when this Saint King reaches the end of his life, he will naturally choose a successor. There will also be a fighting game. ”

Mu Qing shook his head and smiled: "It's not that I have to challenge him, because I guess...... When he saw us 'First Balons', it wasn't as simple as testing us, he would come for real!"

A sly smile appeared on Mu Qing's face, and he continued: "Didn't the senior also say it just now? After this Holy King succeeded to the throne, none of the monks who had gone to the Holy Mountain to be tested for thousands of years came back. So, just meet...... It's a fight to the death!"

The four of them were stunned again, and fell into an indescribable emotion.

Of course, they all knew the fact that Mu Qing said, but they had never thought about it like this before. They only thought that the monks who had been tested were too poor in cultivation and unlucky, and they were not able to block the blow of the Holy King. After all, all four of them had faced that blow.

However, there is another dimension to this question, that is, when this blow is launched, will that person really have to be tested? or will he still kill someone!

These "First Balons" who went to the Holy Mountain all came out after experiencing layers of "blood nourishment", and the origin essence blood on their bodies can be a great supplement!

......

Mu Qing suddenly showed a wicked smile and said: "Back then, you promised me that as long as I came to participate in the competition for the first Balon, you would give me a drop of Origin Essence Blood per person, and now I not only participated, but also won!

As he spoke, Mu Qing handed a hand to the wild bear first, and his face was full of reason.

......

The Holy Mountain of the Blood Clan, Mangtu, is not far from the City of Blood Pool, and is located in the midst of a group of mountains. Towering, high into the clouds.

Three days later, early in the morning.

A plain thirty miles away from the Holy Mountain.

The new "First Balon", Tondoru, completed the ancient ritual process under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of blood monks, got up in a dashing manner, and headed towards the holy mountain......

......

At the top of the Holy Mountain, there is a stone building that is rarely seen in the entire Ancient Sacred Law Realm.

Quaint and magnificent,

Black and gray stone walls, stone gates, stone arches, stone bricks...... Written with traces of time.

......

Mu Qing pushed open a huge stone door that was more than thirty zhang high and stepped in.

It is a super-large stone temple, with a circular shape and a spire, with a diameter of more than 1,000 zhang, and the highest point of the spire is as high as 100 zhang.

The stone door closed by itself after Mu Qing came in, and the light in the hall also dimmed, only the pillar of light through a small window in the surrounding high place was particularly eye-catching.

The pillars of light were concentrated on the ground in the middle of the main hall.

There sat a man, not cross-legged, but sideways, with one hand on the ground, and the other on the hilt of a half-cut long sword that was exposed to the ground, with a somewhat lazy and relaxed posture.

This person didn't look very old, and among all the male monks of the Blood Clan, he was also handsome, with a wide nose and a wide mouth, sword eyebrows and sideburns, and a little more chic with silver hair spreading down.

But this person is different from all the blood powers, he doesn't have a holy horn, a holy tail, or a holy armor, only a soft armor body.

Mu Qing was more sure of this person's cultivation of blood magic, and at the same time determined the reason why he never went out to meet people. Because last night the four elders said that when this holy king succeeded to the throne, he had two holy horns and a holy bone.

Mu Qing stepped forward quickly, stood thirty zhang in front of this person, and saluted with blood clan etiquette: "Junior Tongduolu to see Lord Saint King!"

"Your name is Tondoru?" said the Holy King slowly.

"Yes. Mu Qing replied.

After pondering for a moment, the Saint King said again: "The first Barong of our blood clan is really not as good as one session......

There was a hint of disappointment and a hint of contempt in his words. Obviously, he saw the nine-inch holy horn on Mu Qing's forehead. The one that came from the last session, there are at least two more.

Mu Qing stood up straight, looked at the Saint King calmly, and suddenly said, "Lord Saint King, the strength of our blood clan can't just look at the appearance, don't you just have a single holy horn?"

The Saint King disdained Mu Qing's words and said, "Then are you ready to accept my test?"

Mu Qing took half a step back, pulled away a stance, and said, "Please take a shot!"

The Saint King's hand on the hilt of the sword slid slightly, as if caressing, and said for a moment: "Okay, according to the ancient system, I will use this Saint King's inheritance sword to launch a blow at you, you can't dodge, you can only block, if you can resist it, even if you pass the test, you will be eligible to participate in the next Saint King selection...... But you have to be careful, even if I keep my hand, this blow is not trivial, and I don't want to see another 'First Balon' fall in front of me......"

"The juniors must do their best!" Mu Qing said categorically.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the Saint King was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and I didn't see any movement from it, the golden light suddenly contracted, condensed in front of him, and turned into a huge golden light shadow that slashed horizontally!

After Mu Qing stepped into the immortal cultivation realm, the first exercise he cultivated was the Kun Yuan Sword Technique, and he couldn't know more about the earth attribute exercises.

The earth attribute exercise is known for its thick and majestic power, both offensive and defensive, more focused on defense, the means of attack are generally condensed into an entity with spiritual power, the color is mostly earth yellow, dark brown, light gray, jet black, white is also available, but it is very rare.

The flower snake once said that this tomb dragon sword is of the earth attribute, and this blow is also a blow of the earth attribute, which has the power of opening the sky and splitting the earth.

However, the sword light in front of him was dazzling golden yellow, and it was a bit like a metallic technique! It also seemed to have the characteristics of both the majestic power of the earth-attribute technique and the sharpness and tenacity of the metallic technique.

Thinking of this, Mu Qing didn't dare to be careless, pushed forward with his left palm, and shouted softly: "Block!"

In front of him, four layers of triangular earthy yellow crystal walls as thick as feet thick suddenly appeared, lined up in a row.

I only heard the four sounds of "bang, bang, bang, bang", and the four crystal walls were shattered by a single blow, and the golden sword light arrived in front of Mu Qing.

Mu Qing suddenly let out a roar-

"Break it for me—"

With this roar, the fully charged right fist burst out like a falling star......

......

Thirty miles away on the plain, after the ceremony, no one left, waiting for the results.

The Four Elders of Fengwu stood behind the Great Shaman Blood Bat.

They knew that if this Tondoru could pass the test of the Holy King, it would not be long before he would return, and at that time, there would be a celebration of the "Vajra Blood Demon".

But everyone also knows that this "King Kong Blood Demon" has not had a new member for more than a thousand years, and although this Tondoru performed well in the previous fighting skills, but in the face of the test of the Holy King, it has to be said.

Suddenly.

"Boom-"

A muffled thunder thundered over the Holy Mountain.

Everyone let out an exclamation!

"Shot!" said the flower snake in a low voice.

"Listen to this movement, this blow is not weak!" said the brute bear, pouting.