The fifth level, the trial room.

Cheng Buzheng looked at the two puppets full of energy in front of him, and his mind moved.

He disappeared.

At the same time, the second puppet played a magic trick with both hands, and after a breath, it disappeared.

At this time, there was only the figure of puppet No. 1 in the trial, which was walking towards the word "War" gate.

When he came to the stone gate, he took out a pile of spirit stones and put them in the concave nest.

In an instant, Shimen Wufeng automatically pushed open and then walked in directly.

After one breath.

The stone gate closed silently again.

When he arrived at the end of the passage, the number one puppet produced several magic tricks in succession, and then sacrificed the Six Mysterious Shields, turning into six-faced shields to surround it, with three small swords in his hand, ready to sacrifice them at any time.

After pushing open the stone gate, a green lotus appeared in each of the eyes of the puppet No. 1, sweeping into the Blood War Room.

After a careful search, I found that there was no monk.

Then, the number one puppet shot out another magic trick, after one breath.

The bloody battle room became empty again.

Just as Cheng Buzheng was waiting for his opponent to appear, his few friend Jiang Fugui was very different from his experience.

The third level is somewhere in the spiritual medicine garden.

A monk with a very rich appearance narrowed his barely visible eyes and glanced in the spiritual medicine garden.

Seeing the devastated scene, he was not only not disappointed, but was filled with joy.

At this time, seven or eight monks were lying in this spiritual medicine courtyard.

After he felt it carefully, he confirmed that there was no survivor, his fat body quickly shuttled between the fallen monks with extremely flexible movements.

Not long.

He had eight storage bags in his hand, and then several fireballs burned several benefactors into piles of ashes.

Looking at the eight storage bags in his hand, he drooled unconsciously, but he was unconscious. Until the saliva dripped, he waved his sleeves to wipe his saliva dry.

Then, he surrounded the spiritual medicine garden again, staring at the spiritual medicines in the light shields.

This person is Jiang Fugui.

He murmured to himself in a low voice:

"It seems that I am the God, my favorite cub. Not only do I have unexpected gains, but every time I enter the spiritual medicine garden, I have mature foundation-building pills."

"Although it's very difficult to pass each level, it's just passing the level at once, and there's no need to challenge again and fight with other monks."

"What a pity! I can only get one, it's even more uncomfortable than killing me."

Then, his face showed a painful look like cutting flesh. He took the main medicine of the foundation-building pill, Ziyang Fruit, and replanted the seeds. He took a look nostalgic, and then ran towards the teleportation array quickly.

Although he was fat, his speed was not slow at all, but he was much faster than ordinary monks. It can be seen that Jiang Fugui's talent for running away was still good.

A white light flashed, and the chubby figure disappeared into the spiritual medicine garden.

at the same time.

In one place, the bloody battle room of the fifth level.

At this time, Fairy Leng exuded a cold breath. She had a expressionless face and looked coldly. She saw the monk in black robe with a pale face not far away. This person was a monk in the Ghost Control Sect.

Originally, this Demon Sect cultivator had three ghost slaves, but with one sword, he was killed by the person in front of him, and the ghost core was shattered and completely dissipated, without even a trace of resistance.

Facing the female cultivator who exudes no strangers, he really does not have the courage to fight. Although he is also an elite disciple of the Ghost Control Sect, the other party is too powerful, and he even suspects that the other party is the core disciple of the Immortal Sect.

See this.

"Fellow Daoist, can I save my life? All the gains I have gained from you?"

"And from then on, wherever the fellow Taoists go, they will definitely avoid a hundred miles."

The disciple of the Demon Sect said uneasy, and his tone couldn't help but tremble. He knew that the only chance to survive now depends on whether the other party would give it to him.

If it weren't for the entanglement of three ghost slaves, he would have fallen under the female sword.

Hearing words.

Fairy Leng opened her jade lips slightly and said coldly:

"die!"

See this.

The monk in the Ghost Control Sect's face turned pale, and then his heart swayed, his eyes filled with madness. He sacrificed a flag, and there was a trace of black mist on the flag.

He gritted his teeth and directly inserted the end of the banner into his chest, shouting:

"I'm dead, you can't think of it."

moment.

The monk of the Demon Sect was inserted into his chest and sucked into a skeleton. The human figure could be vaguely seen, as if the skeleton was covered with a layer of skin, without a trace of flesh and blood.

He screamed with a hoarse voice as if he had his best; "Kill!"

The flag seemed to have taken a big tonic. In an instant, the black fog emitted became much richer. Then the flag turned into a ghost dragon, emitting a misty black mist, and rushed towards the Leng Fairy with her teeth and claws.

See this.

There was no trace of movement on Fairy Leng's face, nor any words, but the jade sword hovering in front of him suddenly had a white light and then soared into the sky, turning into a white light and slashing towards the ghost dragon.

'Bang!'

The ghost dragon dissipated, and the banner of the flag was chopped into two pieces of rags by a sword. The jade sword with its remaining power cut into two pieces of the unmanned skeleton.

Then, Fairy Leng reached out and the other party's storage bag fell into her jade hand.

A fireball eliminates its traces cleanly.

At this time, some monks obtained the spiritual medicine they thought they were enough, so they stayed in the trial room with peace of mind, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started practicing.

Most of these monks practice in the second level trial room.

Because they knew that the more they went through the level, the fewer the spiritual medicine garden, the greater the chance of encountering monks. Moreover, the third and fourth levels of the spiritual medicine garden are simply the purgatory of monks.

There are all the major immortal sects, the elite disciples of the Demon sect, and even core disciples. They face these monks like lambs to be slaughtered, with no room for resistance.

Most of these monks who survived can survive to the end.

After all, the place has rich spiritual energy, and although it cannot be compared with taking spiritual medicine, it is also a small opportunity.

It is precisely because there are large spiritual veins in the secret realm that the spiritual energy in the trial room is so rich and it is also a rare place to practice.

Even if the spiritual vein of Baiyunmen is only a medium-sized spiritual vein, why is Baiyunmen located there?

In the Jin Dynasty's immortal cultivation world, there is no immortal sect building in a large spiritual vein. Even if the other five sects are like this, they are all medium-sized spiritual vein.

It can be seen that the rarity and preciousness of large spiritual veins are rare.

If it weren't for only one month, I'm afraid no monk would be willing to leave here.

But at the specified time, the mark on the wrist will disappear. If you resist teleportation and do not leave, you will be immediately strangled by the formation in the secret realm, without any surprise.

These warnings are burned on the jade slip of the Seed Trial.

No monk dares to experiment with his life. Is this statement true or false?
Chapter completed!