Of course, Liu Mang is not afraid of them. With his current cultivation and strength, he can even fight against the monks in the early stage of forming pills.
It's just that this is a balancing act. There is nothing I can do about it. I am just a casual cultivator without a backing, and I still want to hang out in Central Continent.
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Of course, he also has a bottom line. If you pretend to be cool in front of the Taoist master and show off your family background, if these idiots want to stand on his head and shit, then let alone the son of a peak Nascent Soul monk, he is Liu Mang also wants to beat the son of the God Killer.
While Liu Mang and Ouyang Changkong were whispering, a cold and beautiful girl in the distance flew toward the crowd on a flying boat.
Seeing the stunning girl on the flying boat, Chu Yunfei's eyes suddenly lit up with his nostrils pointing upward. He shook his folding fan and smiled at the girl: "We haven't seen each other for several years. Miss Xiaoya is getting more and more beautiful.
The same goes for Liu Yongyuan, who pretended to be aloof. He cupped his fists towards the girl like a gentleman and said: "Miss Xiaoya, you are fine."
These two pickpockets are simply dressed as beasts. Liu Mang was very disdainful, and began to despise these two sanctimonious guys in his heart.
"Miss Xiaoya!"
"Miss Xiaoya, you are my goddess!"
"Miss Xiaoya, I love you!"
"Damn it, maybe your head was squeezed by the door. With your virtue, will Miss Xiaoya fall in love with you
The people around her were all fascinated by the arrival of this Xiaoya girl, and they looked like nymphos. What's more, they even started to talk openly.
"Her name is Murong Xiaoya, she is the granddaughter of the owner of Liangyi Villa in Qixia Mountain. This Liangyi Villa is not simple. It is the fifth-ranked super family in Central Continent. She is only 30 years old this year. She has a beautiful face, ice-cold muscles and jade bones, and has built a solid foundation. She is also the goddess of my dreams in her mid-term cultivation, but this Murong Xiaoya looks like Xiaojiabiyu, but is very aloof and has a very high vision." Ouyang Changkong introduced to Liu Mang.
"Xiaoya has met Mr. Chu and Mr. Liu." Sure enough, Murong Xiaoya politely returned the greeting, then stood aside without saying a word, seemingly very cold.
This made Chu Yunfei and Liu Yongyuan embarrassed for a while. In fact, Chu Yunfei and Liu Yongyuan were both Murong Xiaoya's suitors. The two had been fighting openly and secretly for many years, but it seemed that Murong Xiaoya didn't like them both. Now that there are so many comrades present, The two of them couldn't continue to argue, so they had to give up.
Liu Mang's first impression of Murong Xiaoya was that she was beautiful, cold and cool!
Although Liu Mang is a bit handsome, there are many pretty boys in the crowd. Moreover, his height is a drawback, so he is not outstanding. Murong Xiaoya does not recognize who Liu Mang is, so everything is out of the question. Besides, Liu Mang has no desire at all. To attract Murong Xiaoya's attention, he already had two Taoist companions and was already very satisfied.
About three or four hours later, bursts of golden light suddenly lit up on the top of Baoshan Mountain, and a golden light rose into the sky and penetrated into the sky.
"Boom!" A stream of light flashed by, and a huge palace suddenly appeared hundreds of meters high on the top of Baoshan Mountain.
The red golden door is slowly opening!
The God-killing Palace is about to open!
The scene suddenly became noisy, and many monks were preparing to rush towards the gate of Killing God Palace.
"Miss Xiaoya, you invite me first." Chu Yunfei folded his fan and made a graceful gesture of invitation. "Thank you, Mr. Chu." Murong Xiaoya returned the salute and flew towards the gate of the God-killing Palace with an expressionless face.
Chu Yunfei and Liu Yongyuan also followed Murong Xiaoya into the gate of the God-killing Palace.
After seeing several elders entering, the other monks swarmed towards the gate of Killing God Palace.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, please take the first step." Ouyang Changkong hugged Liu Mang's fists, and then flew towards the gate of Killing God Palace.
There was a treasure inside. Of course Liu Mang was not to be outdone and immediately chased after him.
"Whoosh." After a moment of dizziness, Liu Mang was transported to a space. When he was about to check out the situation in this space, he was startled by a voice full of vicissitudes of life.
"Welcome to the God-killing Palace to start your journey to purgatory. All levels are prohibited from flying, using spirit beasts, and using weapons above magic weapons. Violators will be deemed to have automatically failed the challenge. Test 1, kill everyone in this space within a quarter of an hour. The corpse wolf, otherwise it will be eliminated. Go down the steps and the timer will start." An old voice sounded in Liu Mang's ears. This was the sound transmission technique. Liu Mang was very shocked. Monks can master the sound transmission technique after they practice to the Nascent Soul stage. The magic can be used to transmit sounds to other monks within a certain range, and outsiders cannot detect it.
But he is not a country bumpkin. Knowing that the owner of the God-Slaying Palace is the powerful God-Slaying who ascended to the Immortal Realm at the peak of Nascent Soul, he probably set these tests himself. Although he was shocked, he was instantly relieved. Liu Mang then carefully observed this independent space. The space was not very big. He was standing on a step. When he walked down the steps, he saw a venue similar to an arena.
Thinking of that message, you can't fly, you can't use spiritual beasts, you can't use weapons above magic weapons. It's okay that he can't use spiritual beasts or weapons above magic weapons. He doesn't have any anyway. Blue Leopard is looking for death if he releases it. It doesn't matter if you can't fly away. The people who come in are all monks in the Nirvana stage or even the Danjie stage. My equipment is a bit poor, but since I came in, I was mentally prepared.
Without thinking any more, Liu Mang raised his feet and walked down the steps.
"Roar." With a roar, a corpse wolf with a length of more than ten meters and a height of several meters appeared out of thin air in the middle of the ring. The corpse wolf was covered in dark green eyes and stared at Liu Mang with bared teeth.
This corpse wolf has a good aura, and its combat power is comparable to that of the middle stage of Nirvana. For him, it can be solved with a wave of his sleeves. It seems that the test of killing the gods is a test of the monks' cultivation, and those who are insufficient in cultivation are Not eligible to proceed to the next level. This is also understandable. It is not life-threatening to come in. You can come in as long as you are not 100 years old. It is inevitable that some scum with low cultivation level will want to come in and fish in troubled waters. This test is to weed out these scum.
After the corpse wolf roared, it rushed towards him. Liu Mang clapped his hands and hit the corpse wolf with a blast of palm. The corpse wolf was immediately knocked away and then disappeared. He passed the test easily. One, of course I believe that most people can easily pass this test and move on to the next level.
"Passed the test. You will enter the next level in ten minutes." The old voice came to my ears again.
Liu Mang waited with peace of mind for ten minutes before being transported to another scene.
As soon as I arrived here, a scorching breath hit me. Waves of hot air made it hard to breathe.
There is only a huge iron chain connecting the two small peaks of the lava lake.
The only way to reach another mountain peak is through this chain. However, looking at the bubbling magma, Liu Mang not only broke out in a cold sweat, but if he fell, he would...