It is a semi-desert area, most of which is covered by yellow sand.

There are also a few areas that are overgrown with weeds.

Occasionally, a few shallow pools of water and mud are scattered all over the place.

In general, this is a barren land.

Even the aura is a little thinner than the outside world.

In such a poor and remote place, it stands to reason that there will be no traces of people all year round.

Today it's very weird.

In the slightly dim sky, a burst of bright light erupted, and then tens of thousands of light points fell to the earth like meteors.

The light dissipated, revealing one of the monks with blank faces.

A moment ago they were on top of the open sun, but now they are in this barren land.

"Is this the testing ground for this primary?" In a meadow overgrown with unknown withered yellow weeds, Xu Mu looked around busily, and then shook his shoulders as if resigned to his fate.

He is also one of those tens of thousands of points of light.

Just now, he only felt that his body was light, and there was a chaotic color in front of him, and he was already here when he opened his eyes.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there are no traces of other trialists around him, that is, he is safe for the time being.

"Safety is safe, but what about the jade pendant, do you have to find it yourself?"

Touching his nose, Xu Mu let out a little annoyed.

The key item in this trial is one of the thousand jade pendants, if he can't find it, even if he has the strength of the top fifty on the Dragon Gate list, he can only face the fate of elimination.

Xu Mu pondered.

"Whew!"

A savage wind swept down the withered yellow grass and blew on Xu Mu's fair skin.

The unknown smell of the wind made his skin itch faintly.

Moreover, with the strong wind blowing, a smell of dirt and stench rushed to his face, straight into Xu Mu's nostrils.

This made Xu Mu's face instantly darken.

Because of his keen five senses, his requirements for air are almost harsh, and the slightest smell inhaled into his nose will be unconsciously amplified several times.

"Let's look for it, I don't know how big this trial ground is, tens of thousands of people have teleported over, and there is no one around. Shaking his head, which was a little foggy from the smell, Xu Mu lifted his footsteps and was about to walk out of the grass.

"Huh!" Instantly, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded.

Just when Xu Mu rubbed shoulders with a half-human-high black stone in the weeds.

A palm-sized black shadow came straight to Xu Mu's throat.

Judging by its agile speed, it is comparable to that of a monk of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi.

Xu Mu raised his eyebrows, but did not make any movement.

A thorn of the thorn had burst out from where the shadow had to go, and then stabbed straight towards the shadow.

"Poof!"

The strength of the reverse thorn of the half-step body realm easily pierced through the black shadow and pierced its entire body.

Just hang on the tip of the thorn.

"Mouse?" His eyes narrowed slightly, and Xu Mu saw clearly the appearance of the black shadow pierced by the thorns of the backthorn, and immediately his face was slightly surprised.

This is indeed a mouse, a very ordinary mouse, not some rat-like monster.

The palm-sized speed at which it pounced was comparable to that of a monk of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi.

"This area was specially selected by the Nangong family, interesting, ordinary rats in the mortal world, there is actually the strength of the Eight Heavens of Imperial Qi here, if there are demon beasts, I am afraid it will be even more ferocious." ”

His eyes kept looking back and forth on the mouse's body, and Xu Mu was surprised.

Suddenly, Xu Mu's gaze froze on the eyes of the gray squirrel whose breath had not been completely cut off.

The latter's rat eyes were faintly red. It's as if it's lost its mind.

All that remains is the instinct to attack, killing everything living in sight.

Despite being pierced by the thorn vines, the gray squirrel's vitality was losing a lot, but it still didn't feel the pain, and struggled with what little strength it had left, trying to pounce and bite Xu Mu's throat.

"It's so pitiful that even the beast nature is gone!" Shaking his head, Xu Mu didn't look at the gray squirrel anymore, and walked slowly past the gray squirrel hanging on the thorns.

About five zhang after Xu Mu left the vine.

The thorn vine rolled up, wrapping the gray squirrel like a python, and the backthorns on the thorn vine pierced it through hundreds of blood holes.

Until the gray squirrel is completely dead.

The thorn threw down the already tattered corpse of the rat, and Shi Shiran burrowed back into the ground.

"What the hell is this place?" his muttering voice echoed through the overgrown area as Xu Mu faded away.

At the same time, less than half a pillar of incense after Xu Mu left, a thin monk with a dark face also came here.

The first thing he saw was the corpse of a rat in the meadow that had been pierced by hundreds of holes in the thorny vines.

"Phew! it's disgusting!" the Celestial Celestial Man cursed and spat at the rat's corpse.

Then his eyes looked at the direction of Xu Mu's departure with a little jealousy.

"It's supposed to be a hard stubble, and you can't go in this direction. With that, the man turned his head and walked away quickly in a random direction.

It is less than a thousand miles away from Xu Mu.

The purple-haired evil boy stopped in front of a sturdy young man in a yin and yang robe.

The latter's expression was solemn, and he used the power of his spiritual root to shake the mountain stone with all his might, blessed on the yellow spiritual power shield shrouded in his body.

Feeling the sturdiness of the shield, the sturdy young man felt a little safe and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he spoke up with a little jealousy: "In the lower return to the Yuan Sect Tong Bo, I don't know what your friend stopped me about, I don't have a jade pendant." ”

"Of course I know you don't have a jade pendant, I just want to ask you something. Compared with Tong Bo's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, the purple-haired young man looked very comfortable, the smile on his face did not diminish at all, and he asked softly:

"I don't know what level of spiritual root your Guiyuan Sect came to participate in the Eastern Realm Grand Ceremony this time, named Purple Sandalwood, awakened?"

The matter of Rosewood's awakening of the Xuan-level Spiritual Root Ancient Thunder Jiao has already been given a gag order by Han Zong, and once half of the sentence is leaked, it will be a crime of treason.

The crime of apostasy is almost equivalent to a capital crime, and it is very serious. Therefore, red sandalwood is a matter of Xuan-level spiritual root, and the outside world does not know.

An outsider suddenly asked about this, and Tong Bo's eyes suddenly froze.

After a moment of silence, Fang responded coldly:

"I'm sorry, no comment!"

"It's a pity, you answered wrong!" The smile on the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a bit of cruelty, and the purple-haired young man's words fell.

The whole body turned into a purple afterimage.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the purple-haired boy's slender palm easily broke through Tong Bo's strongest defense.

Then, at a speed that Tong Bo couldn't react at all, it passed through his neck.

"Poof!" Blood gushed out, and Tong Bo's head seemed to have been cut off by a sharp blade and rolled to the ground.

The purple-haired boy did not turn around, but slowly took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms and wiped the palm stained with Tong Bo's blood.

threw Jinpa on Tong Bo's corpse, and he wouldn't turn around and leave.

"It doesn't matter, there are nine people from Guiyuan Sect who came in this time, I ask one by one, and someone will always tell me. ”

"Bang!" At the same time, on the top of Kaiyang, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the bloody storage bag.

The bloody old face instantly stiffened, and then with a gloomy face, he poked his arm into the bag and took out a fortune book that had been cracked.

Participating in the Eastern Realm Festival, the elders of the general sect will carry the participants' fortunes with them in order to know the survival of their sect disciples.

And the name printed on this fatebook was stunned by Tong Bo.

"Is it starting so soon?" Seeing the broken jade slip in Xueli's hand, Mozi Qi sighed and looked at the sky at the top of the open sun.

In a self-muttering voice that couldn't hear emotions, he said softly.

(End of chapter)