Time passes unconsciously, I don't know if it's a day, or a year, maybe a thousand years or ten thousand years have passed.

In short, for Murong Lin Zhi, time seemed to have passed for a long, long time.

When he opened his eyes, his mind was blank at first, and then what appeared in his mind was a scene in the river of blood.

He only remembered that he led the nine doppelgangers, as well as Mo Dazhi and Mo Dayong brothers, to cross the blood river bravely in the bloody rain and bloody wind.

The twelve of them held hands and walked side by side on the water of the river of blood, however, Murong Lin Zhi sensed that he had lost contact with the eleven.

At that time, he didn't dare to look back, he was afraid, afraid that the eleven people would turn into skeletons and float in the river of blood.

At that time, Murong Lin Zhi endured the pain from the flesh, and in his heart, he had only one belief, that is, to move forward!

Without wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, and the acquisition of Luo's inheritance will never be easy.

At that time, even though his muscles turned to blood and only a skeleton was left in his body, he continued to move forward as always.

At this time, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was to check whether his body was a skeleton.

The flesh is still there, the heart is beating, the blood is still circulating in the blood vessels, and the blood is boiling.

"Could it be that you are dreaming!" Murong Linzhi put the index finger of his right hand in his mouth and bit it.

"Ouch" Murong Lin Zhi screamed, the pain was still there.

"I'm not dead, I'm alive. ”

Yang Dongxue's screams brought Murong Lin Zhi back to reality, and he opened his eyes wide to see that the nine doppelgangers were still alive and well.

Ten people lay on the ground in all directions, and the cold ground and bursts of chill invaded their smooth bodies, making their bodies very uncomfortable.

Ten people got up from the ground, scrambled to find clothes, and quickly put them on.

After checking that his body was safe and sound again, Murong Linzhi's eyes began to scan the surroundings.

This is a stone room, with an area of tens of thousands of square meters, spacious and clean, spotless, with stone tables and stone chairs.

It's a pity that there is no one else, only his own ten doppelgangers in this stone room.

The river of blood is gone. There was no "whoosh" of the river, and there was no smell of blood.

"Is there anyone?" Yang Dongxue shouted loudly at the opening of his throat, and the entire stone room was his echo.

Ten people looked around, and the spiritual sense passed through the entire stone room, and there was no one, so there was no answer.

After a long while, an old but strong voice suddenly appeared: "Welcome!

"Who, where are you?" Murong Lin Zhi shouted loudly, and at the same time, his spiritual sense followed the sound of pursuit, but it was in vain.

Because the voice is ethereal, faint and faint.

Just as Murong Lin gave up, the voice sounded again: "Selected, after resting for an hour, continue to accept the test." ”

"Wait a minute, I want to know, where are the other two young men?" Murong Linzhi shouted loudly.

At this moment, the Mo Dazhi and Mo Dayong brothers he cared about were there. Murong Lin speculated that the two must still be alive.

His top ten clones are safe and sound, then Mo Dazhi and Mo Dayong brothers should also be safe and sound, and Murong Lin Zhi can feel their soul breath.

"We are Gathering Core Cultivators, Mo Dazhi, and Mo Dayong are Qi cultivation cultivators, and the test level should be different. Yang Dongxue analyzed.

"Yes, the cultivation is different, and the test is different. Zhu Twelve agreed.

After thinking about it, Murong Lin Zhi nodded, if he participated in the Jindan test, it would be beyond his strength, and accepting the test of the Qi Cultivation Realm would be useless. "That voice, from the Shadow Stone, had been recorded beforehand. Murong Lin suddenly realized, he withdrew his spiritual sense, and was not looking for the source of the sound.

The Luo clan perished for three thousand years, and if there are still people alive, they will definitely appear in the county town in three thousand years, and there must be historical records of their activities.

Ten people sat down, some began to practice, and some clones were closing their eyes to recuperate.

An hour passed, and the voice rang out again: "Candidates, please be ready, the test has begun." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a "brush", and a bright light shot down from the roof of the room and shone on the ten people.

Murong Linzhi didn't move, letting the light pass through his body, and before the light left his body, Murong Linzhi heard the sound of "bang, bang".

Murong Lin Zhi raised his head and saw that ten doors appeared on the south wall. Behind each door there is a fog of red, white, purple or yellow, and you can't see what's inside.

"The inductees, one person in one room, enter the room and be tested. The mechanical voice sounded again.

Murong Lin Zhi did not hesitate, he chose a room with a red mist and walked in calmly.

He walked three steps into the room and saw a stone table appear in front of him, on which there was a long sword and a white spirit jade.

"Spiritual Technique!" Murong Lin Zhi walked to the table, stretched out his right hand, picked up the spiritual jade on the table, and then as soon as the spiritual sense probed the spiritual jade, he said to himself: "Luo's sword technique is still the spiritual technique used by the deity itself. ”

Murong Lin smiled, this should be a test of his learning ability, this spiritual technique is actually one of the 100,000 sets of Luo's swordsmanship modified by the deity body.

Murong Lin Zhi had not only learned it a long time ago, but also cultivated to the point of reaching the pinnacle.

Lingyu was put back on the stone table, Murong Linzhi held the long sword on the table in his hand, grabbed the handle with his right hand, and with a slight force, there was a "bang", and the long sword was unsheathed.

Murong Lin Zhi looked at the cold and shining blade and praised: "Good sword, it is really a peerless sword, what the Luo clan left to the inheritor is definitely genuine." ”

Throwing the scabbard onto the table, and rushing forward with an arrow step, Murong Lin Zhi began to dance the sword.

Every move and style is the spiritual art recorded by the spiritual jade on the table, the pinnacle of swordsmanship, Murong Lin Zhi has one move and one style, and he dances handily, with priority and urgency, and he is very well controlled.

In the red mist, sword light flashed in the stone room, and it flickered up and down, like a long dragon, dispelling the red mist.

After the swordsmanship was practiced, the red mist in the room disappeared, and Murong Lin accepted the move, but his face was not red and he was not panting.

"Good! Very good! Great! It's a peerless genius who practices swords, those who have been selected, pass this level, please go to the next level." A mechanical voice sounded again in the sky above the stone chamber.

Murong Lin Zhi retreated to the stone table, grabbed the scabbard, returned the long sword to the sheath, and after storing it in the bag, Murong Lin Zhi bowed in the stone room to express his gratitude to the Luo family.

Then, Murong Lin Zhi continued to walk forward and entered another room.

In the other room, the fog is also foggy, but not red, the fog in this room is orange.

After taking the same three steps, a square stone table with a side of three feet appeared appeared.

The stone table had no long sword or spirit jade, and on top of it was a chessboard, and in the corner, there was a stone box, which was filled with black chess pieces.

Murong Lin Zhi immediately understood what this meant, he came to the table, picked up the stone box with his left hand, and placed it flat on his chest.

With his right hand, he took out a white chess piece from the stone box, pinched it between his fingers, and then raised it slightly, and the chess piece flew towards the Zhongyuan position.

With the sound of "dang", the chess pieces fell on the chessboard, and the sound of war drums came from the chessboard.

At this time, a black chess piece fell from the sky, it roared, and the sound of a horn was faintly heard, and as soon as it entered the chessboard, the black chess piece surrounded and killed.

"Interesting!" Murong Lin Zhi said to himself as he quickly grabbed a chess piece from the stone box and threw it onto the chessboard to counterattack.

As a result, the sound of "dong dong dong" war drums was endless, and the sound of "woo woo woo" horns came and went.

Although there is no smell of blood, this kind of fight is equally thrilling.

At the beginning, only the tip of his nose was oozing sweat, but as his right hand continued to clip out the white chess pieces from the stone box, the sweat on his face flowed down like a stream, and then "tick-tock" fell all over the ground.

In just a moment, Murong Linzhi's clothes were soaked with sweat, but as he moved frequently, the sweat turned into white gas in his clothes and escaped into the air.

Murong Linzhi's clothes were wet and dry, dry and wet, and the white gas in the room actually dissolved the orange atom.

At this moment, an old voice came from the air: "The future is terrifying, the old man loses, the selected one, you can enter the next room and put it to the test." ”

After Murong Lin Zhi put the stone box back in its place, he then bent down and bowed.

He didn't immediately go to the next room, but sat cross-legged, and the battle with the old voice just now made him physically and mentally exhausted, and his legs went limp.

While closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, he did not forget to practice, and waited until his physical strength and body and mind returned to normal, and then he stood up.

He began to put away the white chess pieces one by one, gently put them into the stone box, and waited for him to finish putting away all the white chess pieces.

Just as I heard the "buzzing" sound, the black chess pieces on the chessboard suddenly flew into the sky, and finally all of them were embedded in the roof of the stone room.

Murong Linzhi looked up and saw that on the roof of the stone room, black chess pieces were flickering, like stars in the sky.

"Star vein map!" Murong Lin was startled, sat cross-legged again, he raised his head and looked at the roof, and carved the star vein map composed of black chess pieces into his soul, so that it would never forget.

After the burning, Murong Lin took a look at it before getting up and walking into the third stone room.

The third stone chamber was also filled with mist, which was a mixture of two colors, one yellow and one green.

Murong Lin Zhi took three steps forward, and a stone table also appeared. However, the stone table is at least ten times larger than the table in the first two stone chambers.

There are no spirit swords and spirit arts, no chessboards and white chess pieces, and on top of it, thousands of spirit plants, spirit fruits, and spirit grasses are neatly placed.

Murong Lin Zhi only glanced at it, every spirit plant, spirit grass, and spirit fruit was at least above a thousand years, and the fragrance they came from seemed to have just been picked yesterday.

In the center of the stone table is a book composed of animal skins, on which are written four characters: "Hua's Danfang".

Murong Lin Zhi was suddenly overjoyed, happily came to the stone table, stretched out his right hand, and went to take the Lingling Grass at the very edge.

Dingling grass is the main medicine of Zhujidan, three hundred years of Dingling grass can be used to refine Zhujidan, and this Dingling grass is more than a thousand years old.

Murong Linzhi's face was full of smiles, but when his left hand was still three feet away from the Fixing Spirit Grass, he only heard a bang, and the tips of Murong Linzhi's left fingers touched a blue flame.

There was a heart-piercing pain, and even Murong Linzhi's soul was trembling, and he involuntarily took three steps back.

His feet stumbled on the threshold, and with a "horn", Murong Lin Zhi sat on the threshold.

"Formation, at least an eighth-level formation!"

Murong Lin Zhi only noticed at this moment that there was a formation on the stone table that protected the spirit grass, spirit plant, and spirit fruit, so that their medicinal power would not disperse for thousands of years, just like how the heavens collected.

"This level, is it a formation technique?" Murong Lin said to himself, and his face showed a battle intent again: "The eighth-level formation technique is difficult for this son." ”