The man floated to the ground, and everyone looked closely, only to find that it was the second elder of the Yunding Sword Sect.

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

"Don't be too discouraged for the selected students who are temporarily behind, you still have four more levels to catch up. "Elder Wuchen, the pavilion master of the Chaos Sword Pavilion, floated down in front of Elder Xuanyuan Langse like an immortal, and comforted the six heartbroken disciple phantoms 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 flattered the great elder Murong Bo, but lost the proud spirit of Yunding Mountain Villa. Being able to see the dustless side of the Second Elder, we unsuccessful disciples can be regarded as a worthwhile trip!" everyone under the sword altar said to each other with great joy.

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

The second level is the Ten Thousand Demon Forest

"Give me all seven of you selected disciples, 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 demon forest, in the time of a 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 winner of this round of levels. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse held the brocade silk of this round of level test rules, and repeatedly told 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 ten thousand demons is rare 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 master of the door, took out a bamboo fan from his sleeve and threw it in the air.

"Broken!"

Before the door master Yuwen Leopard's words fell, he saw that the small bamboo fan was like a thousand pounds, cutting through the sky, cutting out a whirlpool hollow gap, and collecting all the seven people in front of him.

The people under the sword altar of Fangcun Mountain were shocked for a while, and they were dumbfounded one by one, at a loss.

After a while, the applause was thunderous, and everyone's praise for the master Yuwen Leopard was endless.

Compared with the smile on the face of the door master Yuwen Leopard, the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse was extremely annoyed, thinking that he couldn't let him snatch all of them.

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 bamboo 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 Demon Forest. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse hurriedly left a trail for the unsuccessful disciples under the sword altar who wanted to leave with their backs.

"How to observe?" the proud door master Yuwen Leopard asked the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse in every possible way.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's see how this little bamboo fan in his hand makes so many changes. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse threw the bamboo fan in his hand into the air and said.

I saw that small bamboo fan, for a while, there were thousands of changes in the 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 door master above the Filthy Feng Sword Altar. 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 killed a hundred monsters with the demon sword in their hands. 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.