"Drink ha" With Ning Yue's imposing sword, right in the center of the eyebrows of the thorny monitor lizard, the second-order demon beast with a small body screamed, fell to the ground with a bang, and gradually lost its voice. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Yue couldn't stop panting, sweat wet the hair on his forehead, his face turned pale because of the heavy consumption, but he was overjoyed, and he seemed to be extremely happy.

"Very good, compared to the beginning, you have improved a lot" Yang Xuan said, he still remembered that when he first carried out the task of searching for the Yin Yang Spirit Fruit, the blood-eyed jade python gave them a lot of deterrence, and in the face of such terrifying-looking demon beasts, Ning Yue's combat power was frightened, and he was extremely vulnerable.

Up to now, one person is fighting alone with this same second-order, and even a monitor lizard whose strength is a little higher than that of the jade dragon, and the progress is great.

Slowly stepping forward, Zhenyuan turned into a sword, cut off the hardest thorns on the monitor lizard's body, and handed it over to Ning Yue. Yang Xuan's Xuantie weapon Blowing Snow, since the battle with Shen Fusheng was broken by the Shaking Mountain Seal a few months ago, he didn't deliberately build it, he just used the points in his hand to exchange it for a Xuantie long sword that was still in his hand.

Anyway, since the True Yuan Derived Thunder Genus, Yang Xuan felt that the sharpness of the long sword with the True Yuan Transformation alone seemed to be better than that Blowing Snow, but fortunately, it was like this first.

"Let's go back" Bu Feng on the side said this, took out the wooden whistle and blew it, the giant falcon cried, and circled and fell, before it fell to the ground, the three of them stepped on the back of the falcon in mid-air, and galloped away in the direction of the heavy martial arts gate.

The corpses of three monitor lizards missing thorns were left in place, as well as the scene of the chaos after the rampant destruction of the real yuan.

In the past few months, in addition to the completion of a large number of tasks in the Hall of Merit, the three of them have also gained a lot of benefits from the demon beasts, in addition to the increase in actual combat experience, they are more proficient in various attack methods such as their own true yuan, that is, among the countless demon beasts they killed, they actually found two demon pills.

This kind of thing, if you don't count the rampaging demon yuan in it, is a rarer treasure than the yuan stone.

As we all know, beast cultivators are distinguished by demons and spirits, the former is more inclined to animal instincts, while the latter derives spiritual intelligence, which is no different from ordinary human beings, and some of them are even far beyond human wisdom.

And the demon pill is the source of the power condensed by the ascension of the realm in the body of these beast cultivators with low spiritual intelligence, which is a bit like the monk's dantian, storing energy.

However, in the entire Xuan Miao Realm, there are trillions of beasts, except for the major races in the two branches of demons and spirits, as well as the top masters, there are very few remaining beast cultivators who can cultivate into demon pills, and I am afraid that there is a 1 in 100,000 chance.

The three of them couldn't help but be unhappy, although the grade of the demon pill was slightly lower, the energy contained in it was really terrifying.

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In less than half a day, the group of three returned to Chongwu, handed in the task in the Hall of Merit, received points, and walked out of the hall slowly despite the voices of discussion around and the envious and adoring eyes of the disciples on duty.

Just as they were about to say goodbye to each other and return to their rooms to meditate, the Dao streamer that suddenly crossed the sky attracted attention, and it seemed to fall straight into the main hall of the Chongwu Gate.

"A monk who knows the realm of Tibet...... I'm a martial artist?"

"It should be the core disciple of the True Transmission, this trip is for the trial of the Flood Desolation."

"The power of flying sky, I envy ......" Ning Yue's eyes gradually brightened, and he was extremely yearning. After the monk cultivated himself to break through the realm of knowledge and Tibet, his control of various energies of the whole body has reached an extreme state at this stage.

"Don't be envious, sooner or later we will reach that level" Yang Xuan's eyes also flashed, and a pair of bright eyes were full of firmness and confidence.

Ning Yue restrained the envy on his face, "I heard that each sect will be divided into two teams in this flood trial, Zhizang and Mortal."

"Oh?" Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, and then he was also relieved, "The disciple of Zhizang should be the core disciple who just flew into the main hall, but he has never seen it in the door."

"It's not surprising, as a core disciple of the sect, he naturally has an exclusive place to cultivate, and in addition, he usually almost goes out to practice, and rarely in the sect, so naturally he can't see it," Bu Feng slowly explained.

"Hehe, I just don't know who will take the lead, and what the scenery will be in the desolate trial."

Bu Feng smiled slightly and said nothing, and the group was less interested in observing at the moment, so they said goodbye and left.

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Sword Xuange, the residence of the core disciples, an old man in a silver robe looked at the handsome young man sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face was solemn, at this time it was a critical period for his cultivation to break through, and he could not tolerate the slightest sloppiness.

After a long time, the energy of heaven and earth in the quiet room swayed, the vastness was like a hanging river, and the madness poured into its body, and the golden clothes of the young man continued to drumble, and the majestic momentum lasted for a long time with a stick of incense, and suddenly subsided.

There seems to be an unknown force field surging around the body, which is extremely strange, and the flesh is a little transparent under this strange energy, and the meridians, flesh, muscles, bones, and skin are all real.

At this time, the robe on the young man's body had all been torn, and sporadic filth and things overflowed from the pores, and the true yuan, which was originally shining with a faint silver glow, was full of silver light in an instant, faintly revealing the color of gold and iron, and suddenly returned to its original state.

The old man's face showed a satisfied expression, and he nodded from time to time, and after a long time, the young man opened his eyes, and the sharp divine light flashed, and he moved his muscles and bones, and the crackling sound continued.

"It's very good, you can reach this point when you first enter the Zang, it seems that it is not far from the physical body to hide......" The old man's voice was extremely old, and it was difficult to hide the surprise in his tone.

The young man clenched his fists, feeling the surge of power in his body, as well as the slightly increasing divine thoughts and power that were even more viscous than before, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his expression was cold.

"Thank you, master, for protecting the Floating Life...... "That young man was Shen Fusheng who was defeated by Yang Xuan in the battle of the nameless Qingshan.

The old man waved his hand, "You and I don't have to be like this between master and apprentice, Fusheng, you are the hope of my Sword Xuange, in terms of importance, it is even more important than those core disciples who entered the Hidden Treasure earlier, and in the flood trial after seven days, can you be confident?"

Shen Fusheng's face suddenly became solemn, "Master rest assured, Fusheng will definitely live up to expectations and win honor for my Sword Xuange"

"So Very Good"

"How can you not fight?Hehe, the two bastards of the Chongwu Sect, are you ready?I, Shen Fusheng, are you here...... I am here," his gaze seemed to pass through the endless void, falling on the two hateful figures on the nameless green mountain that had caused him to suffer all the blows and humiliation, and his hatred was monstrous.

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To the west of the divine light, eight thousand miles of desolation, but there is only such a green grass, the lonely valley covered by the forest, from the valley you can see the sunset on the horizon, every time the sky is late, the whole valley is immersed in a misty brilliance, incomparably gorgeous.

"The flood is coming, what kind of opportunity can my disciples of Luoxia Valley find in that secret land" An old woman has gray hair, bun her hair in a bun, holding a dragon's head cane, standing alone on the peaks on both sides of the valley, looking at Luoxia from afar, with a sad face.

"Alas, Wangtian Palace's implementation of the alliance of sects is not just for the sake of the Centennial Mystery Festival......

After a while, a beauty woman slowly walked behind her, graceful and luxurious, showing a solemn demeanor between gestures.

"You're coming"

The beautiful woman responded softly, her voice was like a quiet orchid, tactful and pleasant, "I don't know why the master is so sad?"

"Worried? I can't talk about it, as for the grievances, I can't mention it, I'm just a little worried" The old woman said this, as if she had thought of something, and said lightly, "How are the sisters and brothers of the rain and Qingfeng cultivating?

"Master rest assured, among the two of them, the rain is the realm hidden in the flesh, although the breeze is not as good, but it is also the peak of transformation, this is to go to the flood trial, just let these two lead the team, I think there should be nothing wrong"

"Hehe, that's it, these two little guys' talents are really good, I hope they can gain something"

Hearing the old woman's praise, the beautiful woman's face couldn't help but appear a touching smile, and she was charming.

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In the depths of the endless forest sea, I don't know where it is, there is a mansion that seems to be a secular official and a minister, with seven corridors, carved beams and painted buildings, and the secular people do not know, but everyone in the practice knows that this luxurious and magnificent courtyard is one of the famous Sanpin sects in the Southern Regions, the base camp of the Fu Sect.

The mountain gate is not in the immortal mountain, not in the spiritual land, but it is set up in this forest sea, which can be regarded as a unique flaunt in the cultivation world.

Above the main hall, there was a man in a robe sitting on the main seat, looking at the Fu Sect members who were seated in turn below, his face was sad and joyless, "Hearing the Fa, is the roster of disciples who participated in the Flood Desolation Trial ready?"

A thin young man below who was also wearing a gray Taoist robe came out in line, standing in the middle and clasping his fists to show "Sect Master, the disciples of Zhizang and Mortal have all been sorted out, and they are all in this jade slip."

After speaking, his hand flashed, and a jade slip was held in his hand and solemnly handed it to the sect master.

"Well, it's a good job, the disciples of the Tibetan Realm will be led by you, and if you transform the mortal realm, Hengzhi will take the lead, and the Escape Talisman has ever been issued?"

"Not yet, Elder Chen, the overall leader of my Fu Sect, said that he would leave tomorrow, and the Escape Talisman would also be distributed on that day."

The middle-aged man didn't say anything when he heard this, just nodded slightly, and then muttered as if to himself, "The Flood Desolation Trial?

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man paused for a moment, and then said faintly, "Okay, as long as I can strengthen the prestige of my Fu Sect and spread its Taoism, I can do whatever I can."

"Smell the Law"

"The disciple is here"

"In the trial of the flood wilderness, everything is based on the self-only Fu Sect, no matter the chance, the treasure is heavy...... As for the Sword Pavilion, it depends, do you understand?"

Wen Fa's face turned pale, his expression was indescribably sad and joyful, and he nodded lightly, "Disciple understands"

The middle-aged man at the head of the hall was silent again, his awe-inspiring eyes not knowing what he was thinking.