Reference 2361 Soul Attack, Seven Sons of Qianqiu

Those Wuxiu who had drunk and were desperately suppressing the toxicity were all dumbfounded, and said, "Can you take the test whether you have drunk or not? Will there be any difference?"

Jun Qiandao: "Of course there will be a difference. Those who drank were all poisoned. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to test. Those who didn't drink are all good. It is relatively easier to pass the test."

"puff!--"

Those who drank the poisoned wine were frightened and angry, coupled with the onset of toxicity, spurted blood one by one, became red and black all over, and fell to the ground.

Jun Qiandao: "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. I have prepared the poison of this wine very well. It won't let you die. Who will pay me for the wine if you die? No matter whether you drink or not, hurry up to the altar, the test will start soon gone."

Yang Qingxuan put down the wine bowl and walked to the altar.

Those who had drunk ran desperately towards the altar, but as soon as they circulated their true energy, the poison accelerated and they fell to the ground one by one. Those who didn't drink all laughed wildly, walked like flying, and rushed to the altar one after another.

A white-clothed martial artist, originally of extraordinary appearance, fell to the ground, his face full of resentment, staring at Jun Qian with resentment, and shouted: "I paid the money, why didn't you tell me that I can stop drinking? I want you Refund!"

Jun Qiandao: "After paying the money, I just give you a platinum guarantee. Let me tell you again, those who paid you ten times the money did not drink. You can only go so far with your little money. Remember to pay for the wine Replenish me."

The martial artist spat out a mouthful of blood angrily, fell to the ground and passed out.

"What kind of test is this, I want to go home..." A martial artist was so poisoned that he collapsed on the steps of the altar, and then rolled down.

Yang Qingxuan followed the crowd, and soon arrived at the first floor of the altar, which was a small platform, full of the aftertaste of the years.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan stepped on the platform, he felt like he was sinking down, as if the gravity had increased many times. He frowned and thought, "The field of gravity? No, it's not the field of gravity."

This platform does contain the effect of the gravity field, the bones, muscles, and blood of the whole body are doubled, and the breathing becomes heavy.

But not only that, even the movement of the true essence in the body is very difficult.

"Hey, wait for me, is there any trap here?" Zhiren hurried up and followed behind Yang Qingxuan, panting and sweating profusely after only a few steps.

Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't know, be careful."

Many martial arts practitioners fell on the altar one by one, most of them drank poisonous wine, and under the suppression of this strange field, they all had poisonous attacks.

There were also those who did not drink, and began to lose their strength and fell on the altar.

There was a golden light in Yang Qingxuan's eyes. When he looked down, he found a large number of strange patterns flashing on the ground, dim and disillusioned. When he looked carefully, he couldn't help being surprised, all of them were patterns of the avenue.

"What kind of treasure is this altar?"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, this wonderful sense of oppression was caused by Dao Wen.

Pieces of warriors around fell down, unconscious.

Zhiren's fat body trembled, and the waves of flesh surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head like waves.

Yang Qingxuan looked intently, and found a faint radiance surging from Zhiren's body, which was erratic, and it was the same for those martial artists who fell on the ground and those who were struggling on all sides.

Suddenly, the ghost cultivator's voice came from my ear, "This level tests the level of the soul, and the dao patterns arranged on the altar on this floor are all powerful magical powers that directly hit the soul and the heart of the dao."

Yang Qingxuan was stunned: "So powerful? But why don't I feel much?"

Guizang sneered and said, "I'm afraid you don't know how powerful your own soul is? Tsk tsk, if I hadn't been hanging around with you, I would have tried everything I could to eat your soul. You were originally the reincarnation of a strong man, the soul He is extremely powerful, and he has cultivated the second soul, and now he has gathered the six most powerful martial souls in one body. Even the soul strength of the great god king is not as strong as yours."

Yang Qingxuan said happily: "So, my soul strength is the first in the universe?"

Gui Zang said: "Dream, at least I am stronger than you. Look at the thin man with a blue face on the left, that is a ghost cultivator. Ghost cultivators have natural advantages in this level of test. But These dao patterns not only directly hit the soul, but also directly hit the dao heart. You will not lose both of them."

Yang Qingxuan looked to the left, and sure enough there was a thin man who was desperately resisting, the skin on his face was trembling, obviously it was extremely difficult.

"Ah!—" Suddenly the ghost cultivator yelled, his eyes turned red, and he went berserk on the altar with his teeth and claws, and directly attacked the people around him.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several warriors were hit by the ghost's palm, they all spurted blood and flew out of the altar.

Yang Qingxuan looked over and found that the ghost cultivator's eyes were in confusion, obviously forcibly resisting the lines of the avenue, and he was so shocked that he lost his mind.

The warriors in all directions were terrified, it was already very difficult to resist the attack of this Dao, and there was a lunatic who could not resist, and hurriedly hid in all directions.

Some people cried and shouted: "I have money, I will pay for it, don't test it, just let me pass this test."

Yang Qingxuan stood where he was, with his right hand in front of him, hanging it up high as nothing to do with himself.

But after the ghost cultivator injured many people, he rushed over and slapped him with his claws, making a strange "cuckoo" laugh.

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward, lightly bumped the ghost with his shoulder, and with a loud bang, the ghost flew out.

The turmoil on the altar stopped now, but many people looked at Yang Qingxuan and became horrified, trying to avoid this person as much as possible, not daring to come forward.

Yang Qingxuan continued to hold the tactic in front of his body, and circulated the Vow Sutra of Wuxiang Tathagata.

Those avenue lines, the huge impact spread out, oscillated in the body, washing the body and soul. Although there was a sense of oppression, there was an indescribable comfort. The realm barrier that had not moved for a long time began to change.

Yang Qingxuan took out a few Longli Pills and swallowed them.

"Brother, Yang Qingxuan swallowed the pill, and it seems that he can't hold on anymore."

Sikong Hao looked at the altar, and suddenly said.

At the moment under the altar, there are only seven people standing there. They are the seven disciples of Master Shen, also known as the Qianqiu Seven Sons.

Jun Qian frowned, showing suspicion.

Han Han said: "I don't think so. Yang Qingxuan knocked someone out of the altar just now. It can be seen that the strength of the true energy in his body is still more than enough. Now so many people can still carry it. If you say that Yang Qingxuan can't carry it, I I don't believe it."

Sikong Hao said: "Junior Sister Hanhan, it's not like we haven't been to this altar before. This level tests the soul and Dao heart, and has nothing to do with the strength of the true essence."

After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly again, and said: "But poor Yang Qingxuan, who doesn't know the mystery of this test, swallowing any pills will not help. Otherwise, those disciples from rich aristocratic families would not buy them all. A king."