In front of him, there was a violent tremor, and a hurricane swept the sky. The sky is as blue as washing.
A weird black wind blew by for a while, terrifying, the mist rolled, with the air of death, the space was full of coldness. Many monks felt like needles.
Many monks below showed signs of cold sweat inexplicably.
"You can only accept the greatest baptism by defeating the ghosts of the pseudo-spiritual realm. In other words, if you fail, all the monks present will undoubtedly return without success, and you will have no corpse!" It was originally vague! The figure disappeared, the last sentence, murderous intent rushed into the world.
At the same time, in the original space, the figure disappeared, and only the vague and terrifying spirit ghosts lay there, like a big mountain, standing in front of them, blocking their chances.
However, for a time, many cultivators' eyes fell on Zhang Xiaotian, as if looking at the turtle in the urn. The situation was complicated, but he became the only focus in the field.
However, this criticism is not a good thing.
He was bitter in his heart, he hadn't gained much, so forget it, but he still let himself work. If he doesn't defeat the opponent, then he will die, but if he quits directly, he will be missed by those monks who are thinking about opportunities and treasures. The hate you remember.
It seemed that the only way to defeat Linggui was, after all, he had no choice. Besides, it is not his style to retreat when something happens.
However, the faintly fluctuating spiritual power radiated by the spirit ghost, the level of strength is by no means comparable to that of the Spirit Attracting Realm.
Zhang Xiaotian estimated that it was at least above the peak of Lingling Realm. Here, it refers to the power of the spiritual power under the same amount.
So, isn't it difficult to fight? Originally, Zhang Xiaotian hoped that the power of the soul could be useful, but didn't want to. It seemed that the power of the soul was indifferent at all under the action of the light in front of him, or he was restrained.
Zhang Xiaotian really has an urge to curse. Even if there is no good thing to appear, Zhang Xiaotian let himself go to fight as a result, and he was ready to do his best to fight, but the light that he took so hard to get, turned out to be a fetter that cannot be used with the power of the soul.
"Is there any reason?" Zhang Xiaotian wailed in his heart, and even a trace of bitterness appeared on his face.
"Do you think my brother really can't get it before you? This is the trouble that you idiot is always trying to do." Ming Ye looked at this scene very refreshingly, his face was full of appreciation.
As for, the outside world has caused an uproar long ago, and many monks who have seen this scene have been enthusiastic about it.
Many people already know that this time of martial arts competition, I am afraid it is not easy, so it is to ask the disciple of the school, to hide the clumsiness, it is best to adapt to the situation.
For Zhang Xiaotian, a disciple of the Haohai Sect, most of the elders of the sect did not know, or even knew whether it was a casual cultivator or some sect. So all kinds of ghost ideas are also brewing.
"Give you two choices?" Suddenly, Linggui said, the voice was like a saw sawing a tree, so harsh and unpleasant.
"The first one, you are not my opponent at all, so you can use the power of up to four people, their spiritual power is poured into your body, you come to fight me!"
Zhang Xiaotian said nothing, just thinking.
Below, many cultivators boiled, and many people's eyes flickered, and their hearts were endless.
"I can help you." Yun Qingming said indifferently, squinting out.
His gaze was very disdainful, which made many monks unbearable in their hearts, and even showed shame on their faces.
"That's all, that's all, the old man is the strongest here, how can he be absent." He Feng stepped forward and said.
Even though his real strength is the psychic realm, it is hard to be awe-inspiring. Who told him he was just after he was young, and he still liked to pretend to be a senior man, which is especially uncomfortable.
"Sword Spirit, aren't you going?" At this time, Dugu Jiangang was very cautious, or more respectful, towards a monk who was younger than him.
"How can our Dugu family become a foil!" The boy said coldly and arrogantly.
He is dressed in white, extraordinary and refined, with fair complexion, well-defined features, and often squinting his eyes, like a sharp sword.
"Brother Jian Ling, what you said is absolutely true!" He smiled, with a little bit of flattery.
"This person is really good, but to join hands with my Dugu Family, I am afraid it is not worthy!" Dugu Jian Lingjian raised his eyebrows, and said with arrogance.
"With the inner disciples of the Dugu family, we can definitely sweep the tomb of Lord Wu." Dugu Jiangang said unsatisfactorily.
In fact, his heart is a bit bitter, even though he can be majestic and even win the final, but there is Dugu Sword Spirit, the inner genius of the Dugu family here, and he can get some soup, which is not bad.
And cooperating with Zhang Xiaotian and other Hao Haizong is completely two treatments, no matter how fate is to play tricks, these guys, obviously can't tell, but they seem to suddenly come out from where, it is really frustrating and helpless.
"What's this!" he disdainfully said. Did not notice the strangeness of Dugu Jiangang at all.
"Before, I have been fighting under the stage, now I should change my taste!" This voice was frivolous, somewhat despised, which made people very uncomfortable.
Many people searched for the source of the voice, and as expected, only Lin Yu from the Profound Sky Sect, who is also a dwarf genius disciple, could speak like this!
"We, women, must have a seat, so I will do my part!" Shui Qing's voice came out as soft as water waves.
This woman stepped out. The two top female martial arts, the Heavenly Wish School and the Ice School, didn't even say anything. It seemed that they would rather take advantage of the other than the other to succeed. Or Shimizu is strong enough and doesn't want to offend.
Of course, there are other people who want to take action, but when they see that they are these, they give up angrily.
"Dare to ask, how can the four of them help me? The most important thing is, what if they hurt me because of their spiritual power problems?" Zhang Xiaotian still asked the question in his heart, although it might make the four of them uncomfortable.
"Relax, if they dare to do this, the power of the rules of the Holy Tomb will forever deny people of their line from entering the land of the Holy Tomb." The voice of the spirit ghost is too terrible, and every word comes out like thunder. ring.
Zhang Xiaotian was still thinking, uncertain for a while.
Soon, he gritted his teeth and said decisively, "What about the second choice?"
"Hahaha, you are almost bound to die in the second one!" The spirits and ghosts are overwhelmingly evil, as if the evil king is reborn.
"My generation cultivator, we should rise to the challenge!" Zhang Xiaotian said with a strong voice.
"Good point." His voice was still cold, but it seemed better.
The tone changed, "Actually, I am just a puppet refined by Lord Wujun using the remnant soul of a monk who has fallen from another world."
Then he continued, "When I was fighting with you, the resentment was still in my body, then you were in danger!"
Zhang Xiaotian condensed, what did the other party mean.
"Are you sure you want to choose the second path?" The spirit ghost was shrouded in a gray mist of hundreds of meters. When he said this, two water tanks thick and thin black awns shot from it.
This is too easy to recognize, and it is most likely the rainbow in the opponent's eyes, frightening many cultivators.
"Look first!" Zhang Xiaotian said.
"There is no turning back. Once you decide not to choose the first one, I will tell you what the conditions are for the second one, then it means you must choose the second one, or you will die, unless you retreat now." Linggui Yinsi Road of the test.