Gu Meizhi

After several delays, it was already half a month before Gong Yihuan met head Ling again.

At that time, New Year's Eve was approaching, and red silk lanterns were hung in the peaks of Kunlun, and there was joy everywhere.Only a wasteland in the independent mountains is not contaminated with the smell of the year, it is still dry mountains and snow, bleak and chilling.

In the north wind of hunting, the elders of Zhufeng, the first disciples under his seat, and a group of outstanding disciples who were about to participate in the inner sect training were all summoned by the head of the sect to discuss matters here.

And Gong Yihuan——Gong Yihuan overslept.

It was really not his fault, but Yu Xiangsheng's.

To say that this Yu Xiangsheng is none other than Elder Yu Congyu's nephew of the same clan. Now he is studying in Jixia Academy with Gong Yihuan, and he is wholeheartedly thinking of worshiping under the seat of Elder Wanqi of Tianxiangfeng.

In the evening of the previous day, as usual in the academy, half of the people dozed off in meditation.

From the corner of his eye, Gong Yihuan caught a glimpse of Yu Xiangsheng sneaking out of the door, and when he came back in a while, there were a few old books with the corners curled up in his arms.

On the cover of the old book, there are a few large characters that are trying to be concealed: Kunlun Sword Classic.

—Naturally it is false.

After a lot of coercion and temptation, Yu Xiangsheng finally succumbed to the tricks of Mr. Gongyi, and handed over the few new novels he had found.

Gongyihuan was fascinated by watching it all night, so naturally he missed the time when he woke up in the morning.

Gong Yihuan honestly told the teachers about the previous situation, his words were sincere and sincere, but all the teachers were angry.

The octogenarian teacher ancestor of Tiantong Peak was so angry that his face was sallow, and the hands pointing at him were shaking like sifting chaff.

"Ling Yu, Ling Yu—! Just look—"

Gongyihuan looked eagerly at Sect Leader Ling who was standing with his hands behind his back.

Head Ling is over a hundred years old, but he looks like thirty people.The black robe has wide sleeves, and the eyes are burning, and the spirit is still flying in the air.

Hearing Gong Yihuan's deviant behavior, he was not angry for a moment, but rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, then turned his head and asked Yu Cong beside him:

"This child surnamed Yu is a child of your clan? How old is it?"

Elder Yu's handsome face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he only answered reluctantly after hearing the headmaster himself asking questions.

"Xiangsheng started late, and is not yet 15 years old now——

"Don't worry, Brother Sect Leader, I will personally go to the Academy to teach him a lesson later! No matter how stubborn he is, why not stay in Jixia Academy for another three or five years!"

"15 years old..." Ling Yu pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly, "It's okay to be younger. Since there are not enough disciples to participate in the inner sect trial, let him be included.

"If you can break through the trial formation, you can naturally enter the inner gate wall; if you can't break it, you can be fined."

He turned his eyes away, and glanced at Gong Yihuan slowly: "——you are the same. Do you understand?"

Gongyihuan stuck out his tongue.He knew that he was going to worship under Ling Yu in the future, and he was not afraid of the head of the sect like others. Now he poked his head and looked around, and he had already seen it clearly. He guessed that this place was the forbidden seven-kill cliff in the gate.

I heard that the Seven Killing Cliffs were completely turned into a sea of ​​flames in the catastrophe a hundred years ago, and now I overlook it from a high place, but I can see a continuous huge magic circle with brilliant splendor. I really don't know what kind of world it is.

If it is said that this is the formation of the inner door trial, it is really eager to try.

Gong Yihuan suddenly felt something in his heart, and blurted out: "Master! Could this be...the rumored Kunlun Great Wilderness?"

There was a smile or two in Ling Yu's eyes, and he said slowly: "The Great Desolate Abyss collapsed a hundred years ago, and this place is just an illusion built by the elders of Zhufeng.

"This inner sect trial is full of dangers. It needs to be discussed with fellow sects. Don't be greedy for merit."

Gongyihuan was itchy and nodded repeatedly, and immediately Yu Cong introduced him to several fellow disciples who had joined the formation.

Yu Xiangsheng was still short in stature and round, but somewhat similar to his spirit tripod that never left his body.

Hearing that he suffered an innocent disaster this time, and was dragged into this inner sect by Gong Yihuan to practice the formation, Yu Xiangsheng dragged his voice and howled seventeen or eight times, until Gong Yihuan agreed to pay him twice.

Older than Gong Yihuan is Kong Pilgrim, an outer disciple of Tiantong.

But the name sounds like a pedantic Confucian, but in fact...it is true.

This Senior Brother Kong was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his face was sad, his forehead was sparse, and he insisted on words, Gong Yihuan just looked at him and felt sour.

There is also a young female cultivator named Xiuyu who worships under the outer sect of the Tianfu lineage.Seeing Gongyihuan approaching, she called her senior brother clearly and crisply.

It turned out that the head of Kunlun came from the Tianfu Peak of the Sishu lineage since ancient times, and Ling Yu was the first head of Kunlun who was born as a sword in hundreds of years. Therefore, he had to take care of both Tianfu and Tianshu peaks.

Although Gongyihuan and Xiuyu belong to two peaks, they can be called brothers and sisters of the same school, and they are familiar with each other.

The previous few people were just doing it, until the last person came slowly, and the Seven Shalls went up and down the cliff, they couldn't help being silent for a moment.

Qing Jue came out of the dust, with awe-inspiring character, Gong Yihuan knew that he must be a disciple of the Tianji lineage when he saw this person.

This is not surprising, only the appearance of the person in front of him.

But seeing him in white clothes, with horns growing on his forehead, his whole body was covered with a layer of whiteness that was different from others.

Gongyihuan turned sideways without any trace, he only felt that the family heirloom black jade that he was carrying around his neck was getting hot gradually, as if he had sensed it.

The young man in white shirt in front of him didn't seem to realize it. After bowing to greet Ling Yu, he smiled and greeted everyone in front of him——

"Tianji Peak Bai Ze, I have met all my senior brothers."

Sure enough.

Gong Yihuan and the others have never seen this person in Jixia Academy before, he is not an ordinary outer disciple, not even an ordinary person.

He is the fairy beast Bai Ze.

"Guan Qi is waiting for you in the formation. Be careful after entering the formation. If you encounter danger, you don't have to fight hard, just quit Yin Jue."

For this inner sect trial, Ling Yu just gave such light instructions, without any other pointers.Wei Guanqi is an inner sect disciple of Tianshu Peak, so naturally he is not entering the battle for trial, and probably has other affairs to attend to.

A group of Xuegong disciples, headed by Gong Yihuan, entered the formation one by one. At the end, Prime Minister Yu clutched Yu Cong's sleeve and howled, swearing to the death that he would not enter, and finally was kicked into the formation by Yu Cong.

Except for Yu Xiangsheng who was screaming all the way upside down, the rest of them raised their immortal swords and landed cautiously.

Yu Xiangsheng was thrown to the ground, he groaned repeatedly, it was Gong Yihuan who thought of the love of his friends, and stretched out his hand to help him.

In the illusion of the Great Desolate Abyss, the first sight is the gloomy and deep darkness, as well as the ubiquitous gloomy and dead energy.

The cold gradually grew from the soles of the feet, Xiuyu ignited a cluster of spiritual fires floating in the air to illuminate, Gong Yihuan held the sword in his hand, and instructed: "We are facing each other behind our backs, and pay attention to the abnormalities around us. Xiangsheng! Come quickly."

Yu Xiangsheng limped to this side: "...Probably sprained his ankle, this guy Yu Cong is really vicious, I'll find all the portraits of nuns he secretly hid—"

Before finishing a sentence, he froze strangely.

Under the shining blue-purple firelight, Yu Xiangsheng's round face was blushed, and his whole body remained motionless as if under a curse. Gong Yihuan had a bad heart, so he wanted to call everyone's attention, and Yu Xiangsheng lowered his head slowly. , glanced stiffly at his feet.

I saw Yu Xiangsheng's two ankles were firmly grasped by the two hands stretched out from the ground.

What held his left foot was a pale skeleton bone claw, and what held his right foot was a blood-red and festered skinny human hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Everyone in the formation was in chaos for a moment.

Xiuyu subconsciously slammed the spiritual fire in her palm towards Yu Xiangsheng's feet. The spiritual fire lost the control of the spell and went out as soon as it hit the ground. Everyone was plunged into darkness.

Gongyi Huanfei's body was slashed with the sword, and he didn't pay attention to what he slashed with his sword in panic.

Amidst the crowd's pushing, Yu Xiangsheng's screams, and Bai Ze's intermittent words trying to persuade him to make peace, the surroundings were full of noise, but hearing the loud noise of Kerala, the ground under his feet actually trembled.

When the sky collapsed, Gong Yihuan remembered the words that Yu Cong often said in grief:

"—One generation is not as good as one generation!"

This change became hasty, and with Gong Yihuan's slashing force, the first stage of the trial circle collapsed.

The earth fell, Gong Yihuan only felt that he had fallen heavily from a high altitude, and fell into a rough gravel mountain. His cheeks and hands were rubbed by gravel and gravel.

He stood up in embarrassment, ignited the spiritual fire, and shone in all directions.

There was silence in all directions, all his companions had disappeared, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

Gong Yihuan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

This is the trial formation specially set up by Ling Yu and other Kunlun elders for the inner disciples. At most, they will be scattered everywhere, and there will be no danger of their lives.

Once the thought is settled, it is not as uneasy as before.

Gong Yihuan looked around. The place he was in was not a gravel hill, but a dry bone mountain made of bones. The ground was full of wreckage, full of yin and blood stains, and no one knew what kind of tragedy had happened.

Every time he took a step, he stepped on the broken bones under his feet, which probably disturbed many underground dead souls.

Gongyihuan was walking and thinking wildly for a while, staggered down the Dry Bone Mountain, turned a corner, and stopped abruptly.

There is someone ahead.