"Buzz--"

A ripples appeared in the sky, and the figure of the old man with the immortal spirit appeared, but he looked confused and surprised, saying, "It's been seventeen years... Have you been in this unmanned field for seventeen years?"

"I... did I fail?" My heart trembled and filled with panic. Those ancient monsters and evil heroes were not really so perverted, right? Could it be that everyone has been in this lonely torture for more than twenty years?

The old man from the Artifact Spirit looked at me with a perverted look and said, "Even if you have been in the seventh level of heaven, even if you have passed the level, the monk with the strongest will has only lasted for three years and nine months since ancient times. You have... for seventeen years, I really don't know what your inner world thinks?"

"What, I've passed the test in one year..."

I scratched my fluffy hair, and two lines of tears fell: "I have been struggling for seventeen years, why... Why did God treat me like this... Why..."

The old man Qiling smiled: "It doesn't matter. In the blink of an eye, the outside world has only passed seventeen breaths, but for you, there are seventeen years of spiritual training, and it is also a great opportunity for you. Now you have more than one hour to enter the Eighth Heaven and the Ninth Heaven. Are you going to the Eighth Heaven of Swordsmanship now?"

I wiped my tears and nodded: "Okay..."

...

With a swish, the surrounding barren fields disappeared, and replaced by a sword mountain. The entire mountain is composed of ancient swords. Ancient swords have long been deserted, rotten, and rusty, forming a mountain of at least five thousand meters, which is a veritable sword mountain. The old man with the weapon spirit and I are at the foot of Jianshan.

"The eighth level of Jiandao is called Mount Sword."

The old man from the weapon spirit stroked his white beard and smiled and said, "What you want to do is very simple. Even if you climb to the top of Jianshan, you must be careful. The will of the ancient swordsmen are hidden in the Jianshan. Although their will will not kill you, it will challenge you. Only by defeating them can you continue climbing the mountain. There are thousands of opponents in this trip, hurry up."

He looked at me and added: "Also, these swordsmen's will are just a spiritual force. You will immediately fight with them in the inner world and you don't need to take action. However... this five thousand-meter mountain requires your own body to climb. This height of heaven will be the biggest test for you. For you, the difficulty is greater than the ninth level of swordsmanship."

I took a deep breath, said nothing, and started climbing the mountain with the Immortal Bone Sword. I even took a Spirit Transformation Fruit before climbing the mountain to gain more physical strength. My current physique is not much stronger than that of mortals, and it is even slightly worse. Only by relying on the power of the Spirit Fruit can I step onto the top of the mountain in more than an hour.

Suddenly I wanted to laugh. At this time, I really looked like a weak scholar with a super developed brain but simple limbs.

The sword mountain was rugged, and ancient swords rust together formed a mountain path. When I staggered to a height of 100 meters, a sword in front suddenly pulled out of the sword mountain, and then it was held in my hand by a phantom. The surrounding small world began to evolve, and he and I entered an illusory world and began a decisive battle.

"call out--"

The iron sword broke through the air, and the wind kept coming.

The sword-track level of this sword is at least at the peak of the sword-super heart-to-heart, but the level is still too low.

After I had just a look, he and the sword flew out together, which was very different from the two great sword realms and could not be compared at all.

Continue to climb the mountain.

After climbing another hundred meters, panting, sitting on the mountain road to rest, I was so tired that I was sweating all over, and I was a little amused and unable to cry. My body had become a burden to myself. I was originally able to sweep the strong men of this sword mountain with the advanced level of sword heart. However, because of the poison of the Nine Nethers, I had to climb the mountain panting and visit the will of the ancient swordsmen one by one.

When I climbed to a height of two thousand meters, I don’t know how long it had been. With a thought, I still beat the sword move that broke the will of the ancient swordsman and defeated him, but my whole body was soaked that I was so panting that my tongue was about to stretch out.

"It's more than half an hour left, and there's not much time left." The body of the old man with the spirit of the weapon appeared and reminded me: "Maybe, this test is too difficult for you."

I was in tears and stood up again with the Fairy Bone Sword and said, "I will climb to the top of the mountain, please rest assured, senior!"

"Then... work hard!" His expression was also quite helpless.

...

Continuing the hardships of climbing, rolling down the rugged mountain path dozens of times, falling down the body with sword scars, but applying some ointment and getting on again. When I climbed to a height of 4,000 meters, I was so tired that I was about to exhaustion. An ancient swordsman's will emerge and looked at me with some disgust: "Hmph, it turns out that it is a useless person who is climbing the mountain, it is really vulnerable."

With my thoughts, the Immortal Bone Sword wrapped in the six-level sword aura directly cut off his head and snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's vulnerable!"

The old man from the Artifact Spirit appeared again: "There is only two incense sticks, and you still need to leave ten breaths for the ninth level of heaven, so hurry up, otherwise you may miss the last time of the Dragon Gate Period and have no chance to be with the Dragon Pool."

"good!"

With the Immortal Bone Sword, I climbed on the Sword Mountain again. When I reached the top of the five thousand meters, I slapped the will of the ancient swordsman on the top of the mountain with one sword. He was only at the early stage of the sword heart and could not compete with me at all. But it can be imagined that if another swordsman from the lower realm came to pass the level, facing the rare early stage of the sword heart and mind powerhouses in ancient times, there would be a fierce battle, and most people would even be defeated miserably.

"It's OK..."

I looked into the air with anger and said, "Senior Artifact Spirit, take me to the ninth level of Jiandao Heaven. Time is almost gone!"

"good."

The mountain peak suddenly swayed around, and the ground rose, and directly entered the last level of the Ninth Heaven of Jiandao. The sky became blue, and the surrounding scenery was extraordinary. You could even vaguely see a huge spiritual pool deep in yourself. Outside the spiritual pool, there were dense figures and a surging breath. Many of them reached a terrifying realm, which was already the upper realm, and those people were the upper realm to choose the gate of the heroes in the lower realm of the Yuelong Pool.

Will anyone pick me?

Who knows!

"The ninth level of Kendo."

The old man from the Artifact Spirit said in a deep voice: "The test is very simple. You will select one of the monks who entered the ninth level of heaven at the same time as your opponent. If you defeat him, you will be able to walk out of the Yuelong Pool and enter the upper realm. Now there is still a hundred breaths left. Are you ready? If you are ready, I will be about to attract your opponent."

"alright!"

The whole body suddenly filled with the power of the human king. This was the grant of the rules of the Nine Heavens of Sword Dao. In fact, it was not a real duel, but a decisive battle between the two people using the artistic conception of the sword Dao.

...

"Swish!"

A figure flew in front of him. He was a middle-aged man holding a broad sword. He looked only in the early stage of the Human King Realm. No wonder he was one of the last people who passed the test like me. His strength belongs to the bottom of the carp jumping dragon gate this time, and he is definitely not much stronger.

"So it's you, a sick boy."

He snorted coldly: "I can defeat you with one sword, you'd better give in yourself!"

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "There is still a hundred breaths left. If I defeat you, I can go to the upper realm!"

"Look for a fight!"

He suddenly moved his body and was very fast. The blood of the human king surged, and he actually directly used the human king skill. It was a human king power that enhanced the power of the weapon. The long sword's voice was constantly hissing, turning into a stream of light, and the speed was astonishingly fast, but... in my realm of everything, this speed was still not enough.

His body moved with the wind and easily avoided this attack. At the same time, he also saw through his sword realm and asked the high level of the sword heart field. He could still be considered a sword master in the lower realm, but it was just that in the upper realm. He could only be considered a master, but he could not be called a genius.

The Immortal Bone Sword shook and stabbed straight into his face. The blade separated the air on both sides, like a drop of water falling into the mortal world. At the same time, the six sword auras trembled, hidden in the sword. At this moment, I briefly gained the power of the human king again. This feeling was so good. I also knew that once I walked out of the Ninth Heaven of Sword Dao, my human king power would disappear again, so I cherish this feeling of having powerful power very much!

"The sword heart is clear?"

The middle-aged strong man was stunned, hurriedly retreated, and said dejectedly: "I'm defeated."

"Yes, you're defeated." I nodded and smiled.

He looked at me in confusion: "Friend, with your talent for clear sword heart, you are enough to be among the first people who walked out of the ninth level of sword path, but why did you come so late?"

"I spent too much time on Jianshan."

"oh?"

Although he was puzzled, he still held his fists and bowed: "I'm convinced after losing, I'll come to challenge Yuelongchi again in ten years, and see you again."

“See you goodbye.”

His figure quickly dissipated, and the old man from the Artifact Spirit said, "Okay, you have passed the test of the ninth level of swordsmanship and can go to the upper realm. I will send you out of the Yuelong Pool."

"Thank you, senior."

"You don't have to be polite." He glanced at me deeply and said, "Remember, don't insult my reputation as spiritual practitioners in the upper realm. The great way will compete for the strong and find your strength sooner. I look forward to the day when you become famous in the upper realm. What's your name?"

I thought about it and didn't use my real name, but just underestimated it: "My name is Baizhan."

"good."

The old man with the spirit of weapon raised his hand and wrote the word "Bai Slash" in the air. Then he pointed out. A road ahead of him appeared. There was less than twenty breaths left before the Yuelong Pool was sealed again. I didn't say much and rushed towards the path in the blue waves. However, the person Wang Li in his body disappeared quickly. When I stepped out of the blue waves, I returned to a sickly look. The Fairy Bone Sword was put away and walked out of the Yuelong Pool with blood all over my body, standing in the center of the pool water.

It is obvious that I am the last king of the lower realm to step out of the Yuelong Pool.

...

The Yuelong Pool was surrounded by people from all major gates, many people were leaving, and some people looked at me, and their faces were filled with disappointment.

"It's actually a sick person. The last person who walked out of the Dragon Pool was indeed disappointing."

"Hmph, it's actually called Baizhan, why not Baizhanji?"

"The monks in the lower realm are monks in the lower realm, and they cannot place too many expectations."
Chapter completed!