Chapter 182 The Final Sprint

Floating Hills Hall, the entrance of the stairs.

The five elders (sect masters) sat cross-legged and remained silent for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the Fuluan trial took eighteen days.

Since the eighth day, no one has been eliminated from the trial.

"Eighteen days, it should now be the final sprint stage."

The Great Elder spoke slowly.

The five masters of the real spirit realm have a solemn expression on their faces.

Grandma June and Sect Master Xiaoyue both had worries in their eyes.

According to past experience, even if it is a good performance, at this stage, at least more than half of the people are out, and more often, only two or three people are left.

And this time, there are still seven disciples left, and none of them are out.

"There must be some factors that greatly affected the trial. Maybe the best result, maybe the worst result."

The real person Yunhai was calm.

"As long as the Floating Mountain Hall is not closed, it proves that there are still survivors in it."

Elder Xue sighed lightly.

His disciple Kong Yuanhao had already been kicked out and had no expectations for the trial.

The only thing he can't forget is Zhao Feng, the culprit who made his disciple out.

At this moment.

hum!

At the entrance, the blue light door flashed.

The five masters of the real spirit realm, their eyes lit up, revealing the color of surprise.

Someone finally came out!

In the field of vision, a shivering figure appeared on the steps.

"Morning?"

I don't know if Yunhai is shocked or happy.

The person who is out now is his disciple, Quan Chen.

There were no scars on Quan Chen's body, but he kept shivering, exuding a chill on his body.

"Master."

Quan Chen burst into tears with a thud, his cold body fell to the ground.

"let me."

Grandma June swiped with one hand, and a soft and warm green real power melted into Quan Chen's body.

After a while, the cold force in Quan Chen's body was dissolved.

"It's pure cold power, it seems to have the breath of an ancient bloodline, but fortunately this power is very weak..."

Grandma June looked amazed.

"Chen'er, what happened to you and ended up in such a field?"

Master Yunhai asked.

Quan Chen still saw resentment in his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "It's Zhao Feng!"

Zhao Feng?

Several elders present looked at each other, how could they be related to Zhao Feng again?

"The disciple finally conquered the core of an ancient castle, and Zhao Feng intervened in the middle, and the disciple had to join forces with him. Unexpectedly, this guy, extremely shameless, stabbed me in the back!"

Quan Chen's eyes were almost spitting fire, and that look of hatred seemed to tear Zhao Feng apart.

It's this Zhao Feng again!

Several elders were furious.

"This Zhao Feng... how many people does he want to kill before he is willing."

Elder Xue was furious, and the powerful real spirit pressure spread all around, making Quan Chen tremble, and at the same time wondering: "Could it be that this Zhao Feng has provoked other people."

Several elders present, including the suzerain, were very angry.

In the sect, why has such a scum appeared.

Only the Great Elder frowned slightly, and his expression was still calm: "These grievances will be investigated after the trial is over.

The most urgent task is to understand the situation in the trial first. "

The Sect Master and others all turned their attention to Quan Chen.

Now, everyone is eager to know the situation of other people in the Fuluan Trial.

Quan Chen immediately recounted the experience of the trial.

Of course, he described some of Zhao Feng's performances as extremely bad. For example, he was poisoned by snake venom, and Zhao Feng could not help him, and even made a mockery. Another example, this shameless person robbed his own red blood fruit...

Whenever Quan Chen mentioned Zhao Feng's bad behavior, several elders present frowned.

For Zhao Feng's credit, Quan Chen did not mention a word.

"It's incredible that all seven of you can pass the second level."

The five masters of true spirits breathed a sigh of relief.

It was confirmed that the seven trial disciples had all entered the third level, and the elders were very pleasantly surprised.

As for why he was able to pass the second level safely, Quan Chen's explanation was "unity".

"According to your description, the second level is extremely thrilling. Even if you are united, it will be difficult for you to clear all levels without casualties or exits. There must be other reasons."

The Great Elder's eyes flickered, grasping a key point.

Several elders nodded slightly. They knew more about the Fuluan Trial than these disciples.

"Perhaps there is another reason, Zhao Feng's shameless person, who has no idea what kind of shit luck, has realized a kind of 'spiritual sound wave', which can restrain and expel those demon bats..."

Quan Chen hesitated, and the language was unclear.

Psychic waves?

With a flash of light in the eyes of the Great Elder, he glanced at the Sect Master.

Based on their life experience and old age, how could they not see the one-sidedness in Quan Chen's statement.

"By the way, Chen'er, what did you gain from the trial, and what was the final reward?"

Real Yun Hai smiled and changed the subject.

When several elders heard the words, they all showed interest.

After all, Quan Chen was the one who broke into the third level, and there should always be opportunities to harvest.

"The disciple's test score is one hundred and fifty test points. In the end, he exchanged for a common-level upper-level exercise. In addition, he also obtained some precious materials from heaven and earth and a few magic weapons..."

Quan Chen presented his harvest.

The common-level and upper-level exercises are the final exchange.

Other harvests, heaven and earth spirits, magic weapons, props, are not bad.

Of course, he didn't get the divine weapon items above the mortal rank and above, the valuable heaven and earth spirits, and the ones he could take, and he also took a few.

"One hundred and fifty trial points, this is a good result. If you can get an upper-level cultivation technique at the ordinary level, your contribution to the sect is not small."

Quan Chen praised.

There are not too many exercises for ordinary-level and upper-level exercises in the entire sect.

There are many higher-level exercises, which invisibly increase the strength of the sect.

"One hundred and fifty trial points, in previous trials, the results are all middle and upper."

The elder nodded with a smile.

For the remaining disciples in the trial, the elders are full of expectations.

There are seven people in total, and they persisted until the later stage. This is the first time in the past 100 years.

Quan Chen can have such a harvest, and the remaining trial disciples will reap the opportunities, I am afraid it will be even bigger...

"The trial has reached eighteen days. It seems that only Junior Brother Yunhai can last for more than a month in the last ten Fuluan trials."

Grandma June smiled and blushed.

The real person Yunhai broke the record of the floating mountain trial in the past hundred years.

In the last dozen or so trials, only he could last for more than a month.

This is an excellent result.

However, the momentum of this session is stronger than expected, and there may be a chance to break the record of Yunhai Renren.

expect!

Several elders looked excited and urgent.

What is the highest score this year? Can it break the record of the real person in the sea of ​​clouds?

Including the real person of Yunhai, they all looked forward to their faces, and secretly said: "Beimo, don't let me down..."

...

Trial of floating hills, Tianjing Island.

In the blink of an eye, the day passed.

Zhao Feng's body is stable, flying between the icebergs.

He played about half of his speed and easily threw the black iron monster far away.

"The speed of this monster is getting faster and faster."

Zhao Feng froze, feeling some pressure.

According to his estimation, on the fifth day of the chase, the speed of the black iron giant monster can be increased to the level of the fourth-level extraordinary.

Once the speed reaches the fourth level of transcendence, even the strongest Yang Gan in the trial will be killed.

Because the black iron giants have reached the true spiritual realm, their qi pulses are long, and there will be no exhaustion or the need to rest.

The trial disciples all need to rest and replenish their vitality.

That is to say, the speed of the black iron giant monster, reaching the fourth level of transcendence, will be a huge watershed.

What's more, among the trial disciples, there are a few people whose cultivation has not reached the fourth level of transcendence, and they can't last until the fifth day.

Day 1... Day 2... Day 3...

The trial disciples on Tianjing Island are under increasing pressure.

Dark iron monster, tireless, no need to recover, and the speed increases steadily.

By the third day, Liu Yue'er and Lin Fan were both struggling.

The cultivation of these two people is at the third level of transcendence, and the speed of the black iron giant is almost not slowing them down much.

As for the other people, Bei Mo and Ran Xiaoyuan, have all been promoted to the fourth level of transcendence.

The strongest Yang Gan, half of his feet stepped into the sixth heaven.

This trial, the unexpected results, also squeezed the potential of many trialists.

"If this trend continues, by the seventh day, the speed of the black iron giant will be able to catch up with me."

Zhao Feng frowned.

He realized that if he escaped passively, he would be chased and killed.

Vaguely, he had a different idea.

Instead of being hunted down, why not take the initiative and destroy the enemy.

As an ordinary person, facing the pursuit of the True Spirit Realm, there is only one choice, escape.

Because of confronting the True Spirit Realm head-on, there is a dead end.

However, running away is passive after all. What's more, the speed of the black iron monster will get faster and faster, and it will face it sooner or later.

"Destroy the dark iron giant!"

In Zhao Feng's mind, a terrifying thought was born.

Instead of passively fleeing, it is better to kill the crisis with one hand.

Huhu~

At this moment, the huge shadow of the dark iron monster, flapping its wings, approached from a distance.

The fearful aura of coercion made Zhao Feng almost unable to breathe.

Zhao Feng's thoughts flew over and he said secretly: "There are some extremely dangerous existences in this Heavenly Realm Island. Even if they are in the True Spirit Realm, they may end up with hatred if they are not careful."

Thinking of this, he suddenly changed direction.

Destination: Dragon Snake Glacier!

Zhao Feng's speed increased greatly, and even secretly urged the "Shadow Cloak" to fly towards the cold pool where the "Blue Crystal Tears" had been.

Although his shadow cloak can be hidden, it is obviously impossible to hide the existence of the true spiritual realm.

What's more, he has a floating mountain order in his body, and he is locked by the black iron giant. No matter how fast he escapes, he can't get rid of it.

Two hours later.

A chilly little pool appeared in front of him.

The water in the pool was a strange blue, surrounded by ice and snow.

Zhao Feng came to the vicinity of Hantan, the terrifying chill almost wanted to condense his blood and life.

He stimulated his bloodline strength and took out the Rahu bow, only to feel that the coldness was greatly reduced by half.

Part of the chill was resisted by the power of the bloodline, while the other part was absorbed by Luohu Gong. The blue imprint on the bow, like a blooming ice lotus, emitted a faint blue light at this moment.

Zhao Feng stood near Hantan and waited quietly.

He took a deep breath and glanced at Hantan.

Only he knows that there is a taboo in the cold pool, and the previous one was unintentionally touched, making the entire Tianjing Island turn into a world of ice and snow, what kind of power this is.

In the distance, the terrifying aura from the black iron giant is getting closer.

here, near...

The black iron giant roared into the field of vision.

Zhao Feng's blue hair fluttered in the ice and snow, and the shadow cloak behind his back was agitated by the wind, exuding a simple and mysterious atmosphere...