Text Chapter 112 Trial

"Furthermore, it is said that there is a martial arts inheritance in it. Whoever can get it will not only greatly increase their strength, but it will not be difficult to enter the third realm of the spirit in the future." Elder Hua said in a deep voice.

"So there is such a saying. No wonder so many inner disciples are vying to enter." Lin Xuan thought to himself.

The three realms of spirit are divided into the realm of merging spirits, the realm of channeling spirits and the realm of transforming spirits. Elder Hua is a warrior in the spirit-melting realm. Even though she looks like she is only in her thirties, her actual age may be over a hundred years old. After all, after entering the third realm of spirit, the lifespan of a warrior will be greatly increased. This is the most attractive thing. of.

Warriors in the Third Spiritual Realm can generally live to be over three hundred years old. It is rumored that some old monsters in the Spiritual Transformation Realm can live to be four or five hundred years old.

"As for inheritance, you don't have to force it. This thing depends on chance. What I want to remind you is another matter. If you don't use the herbs, weapons or techniques you get in it, you can hand it over to the sect. . Of course, the sect will also give you equivalent spiritual stones or other resources in exchange."

"As for the exercises, even if you hand them in, you can still practice them yourself."

Next, Elder Hua talked about some resources and techniques that the sect was more concerned about, as well as things that could be exchanged, most of which were spiritual stones.

Among them, Xuan-level high-level martial arts can be exchanged for 500 middle-grade spiritual stones, while Ling-level low-level martial arts can be exchanged for 3,000 middle-grade spiritual stones, which is 300,000 low-grade spiritual stones!

When Lin Xuan heard the price, he couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that Lingjie martial arts was also a good thing for the sect.

Regarding other things, Elder Hua didn't say much. After all, every time you enter is different, and many things have to be fought for by your own strength.

After saying goodbye to Elder Hua, Lin Xuan returned to his residence.

After sorting out the information he had obtained, Lin Xuan discovered that the focus was the Blood Palace, which had many resources and legendary martial arts inheritance.

Moreover, the final point is that breaking through in the Blood Trial Ground will be better than the outside world. This gave Lin Xuan a new idea. Originally, he wanted to break through to the ninth level of pulse condensation in the past two days, but now he has temporarily suppressed his own cultivation and is preparing to break through after entering the Blood Trial Ground.

And his ultimate goal is to enter the spiritual sea realm in the trial area, which will have an important impact on his future strength.

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Xuantian Sect, in a main hall.

Elder Xue sat with a gloomy face, anger burning in his eyes. Beside him, a young man was pouring tea.

"Two losers were actually injured by a boy with an eighth-level pulse condensation! They missed the qualification for the trial in vain!" The tone was so cold that the entire hall was filled with chills.

The young man who poured the tea smiled faintly: "Actually, this cannot be blamed on the two junior brothers. After all, the attack power of a warrior who understands the meaning of the sword cannot be estimated based on his cultivation level."

"But don't worry, Master, even if you are a peerless genius, if you have not grown up, you will be nothing!" There was a trace of disdain in the young man's voice, as well as a strong murderous intention.

"Let him stay in the Bloody Trial Ground forever!"

Elder Xue looked at the disciple in front of him with satisfaction, and then said in a deep voice: "Killing him is just a trivial matter, the most important thing is the inheritance in the Blood Palace."

"As far as I know, there is more than one inheritance inside, and this time is the loosest seal in the past hundred years. It lasts for a month. You must seize the opportunity!"

"Disciple understands!" The young man's eyes were full of fire.

Yunzhou, Ling family.

As one of the four major families, the Ling family has ten places. These ten people are all talented disciples of the Ling family and represent the hope of the Ling family's future.

As the grandson of the elder Ling family, Ling Ze naturally got a quota. Moreover, he also reported Lin Xuan's matter to the family and asked the family to kill Lin Xuan.

"He has understood the meaning of the sword and is an enemy of the Ling family. Naturally, he must be eliminated!" The Ling family said coldly, "After entering the Blood Trial Ground, you can just eliminate him."

"Remember, you have to be concealed and don't let Xuantian Sect get a handle on it!"

"Yes!" A group of Ling family disciples said respectfully.

…

The day before departure, Lin Xuan was summoned again.

This time it was the purple-robed man sitting in the clouds that day, named Duanmu Qing, who was the great elder of the sect. He looked at Lin Xuan and sighed quietly.

"Originally, I wanted you to enter this trial site next time, but with your current level of cultivation, it's really a bit reluctant." But since you insist, I won't stop you.

Elder Duanmu waved his sleeves and found two more things in his hands.

One thing was the rusty armor, which was damaged in some places. It looked ordinary, even a little tattered. The other piece was a piece of yellowed talisman paper.

"Both of these items came from the Blood Trial Zone. This piece of armor can defend against all attacks below the Spiritual Sea Realm. It can withstand a few attacks even against Spiritual Sea Realm warriors."

"With it, as long as you don't enter the forbidden area, there is no problem in saving your life." Elder Duanmu said solemnly, "You have understood the meaning of the sword. If nothing happens, your achievements in the future will definitely surpass us, so there are some There is no need to take risks.”

"And this one is a high-level talisman. Its single blow can kill a spiritual sea realm warrior. However, it can only be used once. Do not use it unless absolutely necessary."

Lin Xuan took the two treasures and said respectfully: "Thank you, Great Elder. This disciple will definitely come back safely!"

Time flies by and the day of departure arrives in a blink of an eye.

In the morning, the sky is gray.

There was a drizzle of rain in the sky, giving the surroundings a hazy feeling. Lin Xuan and other disciples participating in the trial came to the main hall early to wait.

Among these disciples, the ones with the highest cultivation levels are Murong Qianling and Zheng Jun, whose strength has reached the second level of the spiritual sea realm. The other three direct disciples have the first level of spiritual sea realm.

The chief disciple among the core disciples, Wan Jianxing, is also at the first level of Linghai, and the other disciples are at the ninth level of Pulse Condensation.

Among them, Lin Xuan is the weakest, at the eighth level of pulse condensation, but no core disciple dares to underestimate him. After all, he defeated Zhao Zhicheng and Dong Ying, and his strength can be ranked among the top five among the core disciples.

What is surprising is that Shangguan Liuyun's cultivation has also reached the ninth level of pulse condensation, and his aura is as thick as a mountain.

"It seems that everyone has an adventure!" Lin Xuan thought to himself as he looked at Shangguan Liuyun.

Feeling Lin Xuan's gaze, Shangguan Liuyun nodded slightly. The two of them were not familiar with each other, but after all, they had fought a battle, and they still had a certain understanding of the character of both parties.

"Lin Xuan, I will definitely not lose to you this time!" Shangguan Liuyun's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Neither can I!" Lin Xuan's words were full of confidence.

"Hmph!" A faint snort came, containing disdain and a hint of murderous intent.

Shangguan Liuyun was silent, while Lin Xuan followed the sound.

In front of him, a young man with an evil smile stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes flickering.

Among them, he inadvertently looked at Lin Xuan, his gaze was like looking down at an ant.

"Zheng Jun!" Lin Xuan's heart sank slightly.

Among these people, the only one he was afraid of was Zheng Jun. He was not only a warrior at the second level of Linghai, but also a disciple of Elder Xue.

Elder Xue hated Lin Xuan deeply, and he was afraid that Zheng Jun would take action against him.