Chapter 186 Was Killed

Mansion, collection room.

When Zhao Feng rushed back, the collection cabinet's sticky formation was automatically repaired a bit.

The hatching eggs, which are gray and autumn, lie quietly in the cabinet, motionless, and have the breath of a long time.

Thousands of years, until now, there are still very weak life fluctuations in the mysterious gray egg.

"Give me five more days!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his eyes were as sharp as electricity, as if yù was about to hatch an egg to see the true meaning of the source.

In the collection room, every collectible item is no trivial matter. Some of the magical weapons in the collection are basically of the spiritual rank and are invaluable.

This hatching egg, which has survived for more than ten thousand years, is stored here. What kind of rare species has it bred?

All the signs indicate that this hatching egg is unusual.

Canopy! Canopy!

Zhao Feng urged "Wind and Thunder Palm" to stick to the formation of the collection cabinet, launching repeated attacks, the rhythm was neither fast nor slow.

According to his estimation, it will take five days to break the formation. Because of the previous delay, the steadfast formation has automatically repaired a lot. Once there is no continuous attack, the repair speed will be faster and faster.

Among the three remaining people on Tianjing Island, Zhao Feng was the most relaxed one.

now.

Whether it was Yang Gan or Bei Mo, they were both under desperate pursuit and could not get a moment's breath.

in.

Bei Mo was chased and killed by two black iron giants, and their figures shuttled around Tianjing Island, so busy.

Even in this situation, Bei Mo's face was old-fashioned, and there was no trace of panic.

Bei Mo has a green gourd hanging on his chest, wearing a strange "golden green cicada." A pair of bó wings extend from the back, and the body is like a dragonfly, traveling through various complex environments.

In difficult times, Bei Mo will take down the green gourd and take a sip of the nectar.

"This 'Bitian Spiritual Liquid' is really magical, it can replenish vitality and nourish the human body's vital functions."

The corner of Bei Mo's mouth pursed into an arc,

Smiling with confidence and composure.

Bitian Spiritual Liquid belongs to the legendary rare spiritual liquid. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is still one breath, drinking this spiritual liquid will heal in an instant.

This spiritual liquid is different from ordinary elixir, it can supplement the most original vitality.

Bei Mo takes a small sip of the spiritual liquid every half a day, full of energy and vitality

In contrast, the hardest person is Yang Gan.

Zhao Feng, who was the most relaxed, killed the second black iron monster and dug treasures in An Ran.

Secondly, Bei Mo can at least deal with the pursuit calmly.

On the other hand, yang dryness, true power, spirit, vitality... all kinds of states are on the verge of exhaustion

The second black iron monster had a speed that was comparable to the fourth level of the extraordinary, and after two minutes, the speed was basically comparable to the fifth level of extraordinary.

Time flies.

The thirteenth day of the chase, the thirty-one day of the trial.

"It should be more than a month..."

Yang Gan's consciousness is almost blurred, his physical strength has reached the limit in all aspects, and his vitality is even more overdrawn.

He had the heart to go to the High Tower Forest, so he repeated the trick once, but failed.

That monster king, after killing the last black iron monster, was also injured, his vitality was severely damaged, and he did not know where to hide.

Floating Hills Hall.

Thirty-second day of trial.

hum!

The green door flashed, and a tired figure appeared at the entrance of the steps.

"Shit!"

The first elder let out a low cry, leaving an overlapping phantom on the spot. The real body had already arrived in front of Yang Gan, and a surging and gentle "power of true spirit" melted into his body.

The "True Spirit Realm" level has undergone seven transformations to become the "True Spirit" level of life. The true power within the body is also transformed in the process of nurturing, and it possesses the spiritual vitality that transforms decay into magic.

It is for this reason that the lifespan of the True Spirit Realm can reach three hundred years, which is an unimaginable level for ordinary people.

"He is in a situation where his vitality is overdrawn."

In June, my grandmother handed me a valuable elixir.

After a moment.

Yang Gan's face recovered a bit of blood, and he said with difficulty: "Master, how many days have I persisted?"

In the last few days, he was confused, and how he got out in the end is unclear.

"Thirty-two days, the time you persisted in the trial was as long as the old Yunhai Elder."

The elder said with a smile.

In the trial, he persisted for more than a month. Looking at the last hundred years, except for the real person Yunhai, he could not find a second person.

Hearing this, Yang Qian felt somewhat regretful.

After all, he did not break the record of the real person in the sea of ​​clouds.

The same persists for more than a month, Yunhai Zhenren has more days than him, and even if it is one more day, he is stronger than him.

"By the way, what are your final grades and opportunities, Ganer?"

The Great Elder looked a little expectant.

The essence of the floating mountain trial is to obtain more opportunities.

The better the test score, the greater the opportunity.

"The disciple has obtained a total of 457 trial points."

When Yang Gan reported this result, he was somewhat proud.

The sect master and several elders also nodded frequently with admiration on their faces.

Yang Gan is worthy of being the first disciple in the trial, and his performance far exceeds the first place in recent sessions.

In terms of opportunity and harvest, Yang Gan got a mortal-level, top-quality weapon. In addition, such as the secrets of the practice technique and the magical things of the heavens, he was better than the previous Lin Fan and others.

"Superb magic weapon! Not bad! The strength of this sect has increased by a few points."

"Looking at the last ten sessions, apart from Junior Brother Yunhai, no second person has won the best weapon."

Several elders were very surprised by this.

In Xiaoyue Sect, generally only elder-level people have the best weapons, and their power is second only to that of spirit-level weapons.

Yang Gan has obtained the top-quality magic weapon, and it is difficult for him to exert his control. He dedicated it to the sect, made great contributions, and has some compensation...

"Qian'er's performance is gratifying. In the past 100 years, this kind of achievement is second only to Junior Brother Yunhai."

Elder Xue said with a smile.

Yang Qian felt somewhat lost in his heart.

The number of days he insisted on and the test results were only second only to Yunhai Renren, failing to break the highest record in this century.

"I remember, Junior Brother Bei, it seems that he is still trying..."

Yang Qian was not so sure.

When it comes to Bei Mo, he is somewhat helpless.

This super genius, the luck in the trial is not generally good, it is simply a good luck.

In the third level, Yang Gan was teleported to a group of monsters, and they fought for a while, and it was extremely unfortunate.

And Bei Mo, who was directly sent to the entrance of the ancient ruins garden, got a big opportunity, the strength of the cultivation base skyrocketed, and he obtained several treasures.

So much so that Bei Mo was able to cope with being chased by two black iron giants.

Even Zhao Feng did not have such good luck and was directly teleported to the big opportunity.

The Floating Mountain Trial is a time to compare strength, but also a time to compare character and luck.

In the face of opportunity, luck is even more important than strength. Not to mention the super geniuses like Bei Mo, who have both strength and luck.

"Oh? How is Bei Mo's condition now?"

The real Yunhai looked interested and looked forward to it.

Yang Gan didn't hide it either, and told the general situation of Bei Mo.

After listening.

The five masters of the True Spirit Realm looked at each other in dismay. He didn't expect Bei Mo to be so strong, and he could cope with two black iron giants at the same time.

"Junior Nephew Beimo, I am afraid that he has great luck, otherwise there would not be such an opportunity. Perhaps this luck will also promote the rise of my 'Xiaoyue Sect'."

Between the eyebrows of Sect Master Xiaoyue, there is joy and fascination.

Judging from the current situation, Bei Mo's test results will definitely surpass Yun Hai's real person, breaking the record for a hundred years.

"Junior Brother Yunhai, congratulations, you have accepted a genius with excellent luck and aptitude.

Elder Xue and others congratulated the real person Yunhai.

Looking at the history of the mainland, which of those legendary powers is not with great luck

There is even a saying in the sect world that you can have absolutely no talent, but you can't have luck.

That generation of "Scarlet Moon Sect Master" who shocked the ancients and moderns. The aptitude is average, but it has great luck, and has obtained the "Red Moon Heritage", one of the four major inheritances in the mainland. Compared with the long-standing and mysterious "Four Inheritances" in the mainland, the Fuluan Trial is insignificant, like the gap between a grain of rice and Haoyue.

It can be seen that the importance of air luck is xìng.

There is no doubt that Bei Mo has such a tendency. He seems to be not only lucky, but also extremely talented.

"No! In the trial, besides Bei Mo, there seems to be another person."

Immortal Yunhai suddenly spoke.

The Great Elder frowned and fell into thought.

One more person!

The elders were stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, excluding the trial disciples who had already been eliminated, and Bei Mo, there was really one person.

"It's that kid..."

Elder Xue frowned.

"There is one more person?" Yang Gan's heart was shocked, and his face was a little embarrassed: "The elder said that there is one other person besides Bei Mo, who is not out."

Hearing this news, his heart set off a storm.

Could it be that in the trial, apart from Bei Mo, there was still one person who surpassed him?

That's all for Bei Mo, as a super genius, and with great luck, he has no choice but to lose.

"Qian'er, in the third level, did you find any trace of Zhao Feng?"

The elder asked solemnly.

He has a bad feeling in his heart...

"Junior Brother Zhao?"

Yang Gan was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect that person to be Zhao Feng. He pondered: "Since entering the third level, the disciple has never found any trace of him."

As soon as these words came out, the face of the Great Elder changed slightly, could it be...

Elder Xue had some gloating in his eyes, and the corner of Yunhai's mouth was slightly sarcastic.

Grandma June and the others all had thoughtful expressions.

In the trial of floating hills, in addition to customs clearance and exit, there is a third situation, that is, death.

true death!

The Floating Mountain Trial, although it is the place of the right way trial, cannot completely guarantee the life of the tester.

In previous Floating Mountain Trials, casualties were relatively few, but they were considered normal.

Soon.

The elder called Quan Chen, Lin Fan, Ran Xiaoyuan and others who had cleared the customs earlier.

"I only saw Junior Brother Zhao before the chase."

Lin Fan replied.

Ran Xiaoyuan and Liu Yueer's answers were the same.

It seems that Zhao Feng has disappeared since the chase began, and he has no whereabouts at all...

The answers of several people are basically the same.

In addition, in the end, even Yang Gan did not find any trace of Zhao Feng, and the truth of the matter seemed to have surfaced.

The Great Elder took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Most of the people present could only mourn for Zhao Feng. Among them, Ran Xiaoyuan's eyes were red and she couldn't bear it.

Lin Fan was the only one with a strange expression on his face. Thinking of Zhao Feng's calm and controlling attitude since the trial, he felt that things were not that simple...

Floating Mountain Trial.

Thirty-third day.

Mansion, collection room.

Bang Ka!

The dimly lit white light shattered in an instant.

The protective formation of the collection cabinet was finally broken.

Zhao Feng showed a touch of excitement, and with a hint of fatigue, he instantly grabbed the gray and mysterious hatching egg.