Universal system must die

Chapter 201, Trial of the Secret Realm

The elder of the Tiangui Sect is called Chi Yaozi, and Wu Qingzi likes to fight the most, and the relationship is also close, but there is actually a kind of sympathy in it.

Seeing the two people chatting happily, the elders of the other two sects also joined in.

This time is the trial of the Great Sect's secret realm, and it actually depends on the strength of the new generation of young people.

The spiritual roots in the secret realm trials are limited, and there should be even a handful of them. One to three inches of spiritual roots are useless spiritual roots, and the foundation-building realm achieved with this is also unstable. Only after entering the foundation-building realm can some methods be used to make up for it. Spiritual root, but time-consuming, material-intensive and labor-intensive, and the practice is slow step by step, it is difficult to get ahead.

Four to six inches should be an ordinary spiritual root, and seven to nine inches should be a high-level spiritual root. It is extremely difficult to obtain, especially the nine-inch spiritual root. Great luck.

There were many geniuses from the four major sects this time, and Wu Qingzi was secretly shocked when he passed by some young Junyan.

The body of the Nine Yins of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, the beast blood of the Beast Controlling Sect, the natural spirit body of the Immortal Ascension Sect, and the Divine Body of the Third Age of the Fengshen Sect.

That's right, it has nothing to do with He Ming, but Zhong Xinlin, a direct disciple of the lord of Fengshenzong, who is gifted with the divine body of the third generation.

The elders of the four sects talked and laughed happily together, but in fact they were secretly at war, wishing for something unexpected to happen to the other party's people.

In the past period of time, the gate of the secret realm opened slowly, and there was a lot of mist in the valley, and the elder always saw a burst of spirit.

Shouted in unison, "Everyone enter quickly."

The disciples of the four sects had already made preparations the moment they saw the mist, but when they heard the elders' words, they all rushed into the white mist like arrows.

The white mist filled the air for a long time, and after waiting for a long time, the disciples of the four sects could no longer be seen.

The elders of the four sects couldn't help making a bet to see which one would get the most eight-inch spiritual roots.

In an open space in the trial secret realm, four disciples appeared. They looked at each other without saying much, and rushed around quickly, looking for their own opportunities.

Before they came, Elder Wu had warned that the secret trial could only accommodate Qi-training realm disciples.

After they obtain the spiritual roots, they begin to break through the Foundation Establishment Realm. Depending on the length of the spiritual roots they obtain, after being promoted to the Foundation Establishment Realm, they can go to a sacred mountain ruins to search for treasures.

A person with an eight-inch spiritual root in the Foundation Establishment Realm can stay in Shenshan for more than half an hour, while a person with a one-inch spiritual root can only stay for ten minutes.

In the secret realm, there are mountains in the distance, and a huge mountain peak surrounded by thunder and lightning can be seen faintly. Over there is the sacred mountain in the secret realm—Thunder God Mountain.

Although it has attracted countless people's yearning, Qi-training realm disciples cannot enter at all. They can only wait for the short time after breaking through the foundation-building realm to search for as many treasures as possible.

The spiritual root has spirituality, it is said to be one to nine inches, and that is only the size that enters the body, and it manifests in various shapes.

Small animals, plants, and even human figures, if everyone wants to get a higher spiritual root, they must start with an inch of spiritual root.

Refining one inch of spiritual root, and then refining two inches of spiritual root, to a higher spiritual root.

It is not so easy to find them. The animals and plants they transform into are so vivid that it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish them.

Maybe a piece of grass, a mouse or a rabbit around you is the illusion of spiritual roots.

In fact, this is also a process of hitting great luck. Everyone must first find the one-inch spiritual root. Even if you encounter the nine-inch spiritual root first, it will be useless after conquering it.

There are mountains, rivers and rivers in the secret territory, and there are countless grasses and forests. There are 4000 disciples in the trial, and among them there are strange people, and there are not a few of them who kill people and seize treasures.

He Ming was walking on the path in the forest when he suddenly heard a sound of slashing. He approached carefully and found that the person he had met before was Wang Qinghua, who had a grudge against the Weapon Refining Peak.

The other party was chasing and killing an elk, and the secret territory was full of aura. This elk was unusually tall, with a pair of antlers faintly glowing with aura, which is a good material for refining magic weapons.

Thinking hard, Wang Qinghua has caught up with the elk, killed it, removed the antlers and put them away.

He Ming didn't want to conflict with him, and was about to turn around and walk away, when he heard a strange noise ahead, two people jumped out from the woods and went straight to Wang Qinghua.

The clothes of the two people who jumped out were pitch black, with a skull logo embroidered on their chests.

These are two Heavenly Ghost Sect disciples!
Wang Qinghua found that he hurriedly held the sword and looked at the two nervously.

One of the disciples of the Heavenly Ghost Sect said: "You actually killed our brother's elk, you are so impatient."

As soon as Wang Qinghua heard that the visitor was not kind, he was not afraid of the two of them. He immediately despised the two of them and looked at them with disdain.

The disciples of the Heavenly Ghost Sect snorted coldly, and one of them threw out the magic weapon. It turned out to be a shiny black skull, and there was a scream from inside, and black air came out from the seven holes of the skull.
The other person also took out a hand-bone-shaped magic weapon, and there was a strange humming sound when it was struck, which made it frightening to hear the shrinkage of the pores.

Wang Qinghua's heart skipped a beat, and he shot first, and the two flying swords swished towards the two of them.

The ghost-headed skeleton of a disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect hit the flying sword with a bang, and another person's hand bone also blocked the flying sword.

Kacha, Wang Qinghua's flying sword was knocked into the air, and fell to the side, Wang Qinghua was shocked.

The flying sword was sharp and sharp, but it was knocked away by the bone. He even expected to chop the skull into pieces.

Only to hear the strange whining noise again, and the surrounding black smoke was billowing, and it was about to envelope Wang Qinghua.

He was horrified, Sister Fei didn't care, turned around and ran away, the two disciples of Tian Guizong picked up the flying sword, smiled cheerfully and chased after him again.

"These two flying swords are really rubbish."

"Haha, but talking is better than nothing, and it's not bad to change a pot of wine."

"Yes, we chase."

The two of them carried the magic weapon and made strange noises. The ghost head magic weapon was fast, and it was not long to catch up with Wang Qinghua and block his way.

When Wang Qinghua was in danger, he stretched out his hand and bit his index finger, drew a talisman in the air, and roared.

"Blood sacrifice, go!"

With a bang, blood mist shot out from the index finger, covering the ghost's head in an instant.

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie..."

Amidst a strange sound, Guitou suddenly opened his mouth wide, swallowing the blood mist in the sky hungry and thirsty, and reached Wang Qinghua in the blink of an eye.

"what……"

With a scream, Wang Qinghua's nose was bitten off.

He hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, "The two senior brothers spared me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have robbed you of your lost way. I will return this elk horn to you."

The two disciples of Tianguizong put away the pair of elk antlers while laughing.

Wang Qinghua felt relieved a little, and looked at the two people flatteringly, "You two brothers, can I go now?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's really naive, do you think we are picking up trash?"

"That's right, hand over all the magic weapons Lin Dan on your body, maybe our brothers will let you go."

"At first, I wanted to use him to sacrifice my ghost head, so I'll give the old man this face."

The two laughed loudly, completely ignoring Wang Qinghua.

How to do?
Wang Qinghua's heart pounded, he lost other things on his body as soon as he lost them, but there was a genius treasure, it was a pity to lose it.

Just as he was about to stabilize the two of them and wait for an opportunity to escape, he was sure that there was a sound of yelling behind him.

"How dare you rob my Fengshenzong disciples in broad daylight, is there any kingly law?"

(End of this chapter)