Vol 2 Chapter 68:

"Huh," Xiao Yan pressed my Feijian's hand to death, and did not pull out again to kill this brazen person. He rolled his eyes and smiled: "You are just taking advantage of your mouth, will Qing Qing know you? You can’t even compare Gu Yan and Lin Yi... Tsk."
Gu Yu, do you mean it? With the name that made Xiao Yan jealous, Tantaizi's eyes slightly narrowed... there was a flash of blood in his eyes.

There are nine gates in the fourth level of trials, each of which represents a different trial, body, spiritual consciousness, Taoism, mood, cultivation base, will, supernatural power, and kendo.
Just go through one of the fans to reach the next level.
In each of these, there is both a test and a chance. If you can reach the best and sweep the world behind the door, you can get the baptism of immortality, and there is a secret guarantee that corresponds to the trial.
In the previous life, Chu Wuqing broke through the gate of kendo. Because there were many secret treasure pills, he quickly passed the level. He didn't care about the trial rewards that he didn't know at all. He just rushed to the next level so as to suppress all of them. In front of the cultivator.
It wasn't until Linyi passed the barrier that the first person won the best reward. At that time, Chu Wuqing knew what he had missed, and immediately after Lin Yi broke into the next eight gates, every one was a sweep!
Immortal yuan irrigates the body, cleanses the essence and cuts the marrow, getting one drop can improve half the realm, if it is nine drops, it can cleanse the whole body and become a spiritual body. But the most important thing is to see the unreachable realm of immortals through that drop of Xianyuan!
There are countless monks in the cultivation world, and only one person succeeds in ascent every thousand years.
Even if the insights that can be obtained are very small and minimal, it is already precious to the cultivator, and it opens the door to another unimaginable world.
"The gate of kendo, if I want to pass quickly, it is easier than in my previous life, but in kendo, it is absolutely impossible for me to reach the level of intention and get the reward of immortality," Chu Wuqing secretly said, "it is the gate of will. As long as a cultivator passed in the previous life, no matter the merits or inferiority, there will be gains, and the cultivation base will make progress, I can give it a try."
"Father, which door do you go to, I will go to which door" Chu Yunzhi stepped forward slightly, kneeling down and begging, "Don't leave me anymore, Azhi doesn't want any chance, just thinking To father."
There was tenderness in Chu Wuqing's eyes, and he couldn't help but want to touch Chu Yunzhi's head. The boy's blue eyes were pure as a stream of clear water, and his eyes were unabashedly attached.
"Why would I leave Azhi?" Chu Wuqing stroked the top of Chu Yunzhi's head, with a feeling of petting a dog who was wagging his tail, the more comfortable he touched, but he sighed slightly worriedly on his face. "Although you have a high level of cultivation, better than being a father, Ah Zhi, you are not deeply involved in the world, and your heart is as pure as a piece of white paper. It is easy to be abducted and led astray. In any case, I will not allow this to happen. "
"Father." Chu Yunzhi became more dependent, only feeling that his whole heart was filled, and he couldn't help rubbing and rubbing under Chu Wuqing's palm.

Chu Wuqing took Chu Yun and stopped, but just as soon as he stepped into the cave, a huge force suddenly struck. There was no time to react. In an instant, the hands he and Chu Yun held tightly were separated...
Then it went dark, and he fell into the darkness alone.
"Is this a test of the state of mind?" Chu Wuqing thought slightly, "It's just that ordinary people may fall into loneliness and depression and even go crazy completely because of the darkness of eternal solitude. But for the immortal cultivator, it takes ten years and a hundred years to meditate. But after a while, how can you test your xinxing?"
Chu Wuqing tried to use his spiritual power, his complexion changed slightly, although the spiritual energy in the air was rich, he couldn't absorb it!
If you can’t absorb it, it means you can’t cultivate. It’s important to know that the spiritual power in the body of the cultivator is limited. After the foundation is built, the complete fasting is actually replacing the diet with the spiritual power of the source of all things. Once the spiritual power is exhausted, even the cultivator is Will die because of spiritual energy exhaustion and physical body decline.
A drop of spiritual power can maintain a day's vitality, and ordinary foundation-building monks can maintain their spiritual power for five years without supplementation.
Five years later, only self-destroyed the base, the cultivation base fell step by step, and eventually became a mortal, starving to death.
However, his whole body is still surrounded by extremely rich spiritual energy, but he can't absorb the slightest, so desperate.
In the darkness, no one communicates, nothing can be done, no color things can even be seen in front of you, extreme loneliness can destroy the human spirit, coupled with such despair, I am afraid that it will not take five years to consume spiritual energy. After all, many monks will collapse in half a year and die.
Chu Wuqing touched the storage bag lightly, and as expected, the storage bag had already been sealed and could not be used.
No wonder... the monks who come out of this level, as long as they clear the level, their will be extremely tenacious, and their cultivation base has made progress.
Presumably, the extremely strong aura around this is the reward for customs clearance. One day of cultivation can reach the outside world for ten days.
"In the gate of the will, there should be a time and space magic circle, so that the monks can stay in it for ten years, or even a hundred years, before the outside world has passed a few days."
"This level of competition should be who can stay in such an extreme state and persist for the longest time. The will of Dao will not dissipate. Those who break down will naturally collapse, but those who persist should be repaired in the moment of clearance."
"If ordinary geniuses can persist for ten years, then Linyi must be able to persist for a hundred years, so that he can be worthy of his protagonist aura and form a complete suppression."
Now that he has thoroughly seen through the barrier of will, Chu Wuqing smiled slightly, and took the hairpin off his head casually, letting the silver wire lean down and spread his shoulders.
Even in this pitch black, the luster of Yuehua was faintly revealed.
Chu Wuqing didn't use any spiritual power, and he waved his arms like a mortal. He held the hairpin that had been sealed as a mortal thing in his hand, unexpectedly exploded with a vigorous sword aura, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a hair accessory, but a sharp sword.
The tip of the sword was lightly picked, flipped and vacated, and the aura around him was forced to stagnate by a hairpin.
Endless murderous intent squeezed into the endless vitality, and horribly suppressed the aura of the trial!
Chu Wuqing's hand moves faster and faster, and the darkness is full of sword shadows.
"Not being able to absorb refining spiritual power does not mean that you cannot cultivate the Tao. This is a dead place for others, a desperate situation, but for me it is a great opportunity."
He is more than a hundred years more than others to polish the kendo mood!
"One dream for a hundred years, cultivation base, good place, good place!"

In the nine heavens, in the fairy world, thousands of auspicious clouds hold up a magnificent palace.
The pavilions and pavilions are carved from jade and made of immortal jade, and the extremely rich immortal gas turns into water mist, attracting countless green luans.
In the main hall, the fairy in white is playing chess with a friend. They have been playing this chess game for three years, but they are indistinguishable, indistinguishable... The fairy in white suddenly shines and laughs.
The friend of the fairy in white, the eighth-rank Tianma Mingxuan frowned. Does this guy have a way to crack the victory? If he wins, his pocket will be held back for thousands of years!
The fairy in white has slender and immaculate fingers, and the black chess pieces between his fingers make his skin whiter as snow. Anyone who sees these hands can only think of one word, "elegance."
Nostalgia and nostalgia, it’s no wonder the little fairies always come across this predecessor in various ways, and don’t ask for his attention, even if it’s just a glimpse, it’s enough to have a long aftertaste!
But Xuan Ming only felt that it was a pair of chicken feet, hanging in the air, trying to dig out his pockets. However, this digger was still reluctant to drop it and just laughed arrogantly there. Do you want to taunt him?
Suddenly, he became angry and cursed: "Luo Ningchuan, you can't make it anymore!"
After losing the black child in his hand, the white fairy with long sleeves swept the chessboard, completely ruining the chess game, shook his head and said, "No more, no more, I will give you what you want."
Xuan Ming was shocked. He had begged Luo Ningchuan for the treasure for a long time, even if Luo Ningchuan didn't do anything in exchange for it, he finally decided to talk about it as a bet.
The two of them are very addicted to chess, but they are the two most smelly chess baskets in the entire fairy world. In addition to each other, even the white fairy who has just risen from the lower realm can easily beat them.
Stinky to this point, only to find the opponent to play chess, but they are one immortal and one demon, and the caves they live in are far apart. Coupled with their own practice of treasure hunting, they can only play chess for thousands of years. Cherish very much.
It is bound to let the other party know who is the smelliest person!
But Luo Ningchuan actually ruined the chess game directly, and even said he wanted to give him the treasure? If it weren't for Luo Ningchuan's ninth-tier Tianxian half-step fairy monarch's cultivation base, Xuan Ming would have to wonder who had taken away his old friend.
"What happened? As for making you so happy?" Xuan Ming touched her without holding back at all, and immediately bulged a waist storage bag, which was extremely satisfying.
"It's the mark of Jianchen Dongfu that was touched." Luo Ningchuan gathered a smile and said with a serious face, "Do you remember that when Jianchen created Dongfu, he once deduced that this Dongfu could protect him from a catastrophe of life and death. A wisp of remnant soul, will he accept a genius disciple to help him recover?"
Xuan Ming looked solemn, "Of course I remember, after that, Jian Chen asked for the most precious treasures, let us each leave a trace of inheritance in his cave, saying that it was to be given to his precious apprentice, and also said in case we have any accidents in the future, anyway. Leave us a descendant."
"At that time, we all smiled and called him a crow's mouth, and struck him hard. We didn't know that, except for you and me, all of them fell in that battle." Even though we lived for thousands of years, After seeing countless lives and deaths, Xuan Ming still felt melancholy in her heart.
When several friends scolded Jianchen Crow's mouth together, it was actually a joke.
In the ancient times, the heavenly omnipotence, uncivilized, the cultivation of the path is more difficult than it is now, and those who can become true immortals have a combat power that is ten times better than the immortals who are now soaring in the lower realm, and they have endless means of life preservation.
Besides, immortals have the same life as heaven and earth.
No one thought that he would die, including Jian Chen's calculation by a sword repairer, and even a joke. They all felt that this was just an excuse for Jian Chen to fish for treasures for his destined disciple in his calculations.
How can I know the truth?
"Jian Chen's disciple appeared?" Xuan Ming asked.
"No," Luo Ningchuan shook his head, "After experiencing that great war, I distracted myself from cultivating calculus. After tens of thousands of years of Xianyuan, I finally figured out that Jian Chen's disciple had sword roots."
"Sword spirit root!" Xuan Ming exclaimed, "From the ancient realm of cultivation to the present, I have only seen one person with sword spirit root. Later, that person became the immortal emperor, if it were not to protect the entire immortal world, that scene Your Majesty Zhan will definitely not fall. Jian Chen is really lucky. No wonder that in his calculations, this disciple will one day resurrect his remnant soul."
Thinking of this, Xuan Ming was already relieved, and the sadness between her brows swept away, "Since it is not the disciple Jianchen that triggered the imprint, why are you so happy?"
Luo Ningchuan lowered his head and smiled, and took out a pot of immortal brew to drink with his friends, "Not his disciple, can't it be my disciple? There is my time and space Dao in this gate of will. I have already considered it. , Jian Chen’s disciple was absolutely talented, and able to survive such a hundred years of Taoism and reach the upper limit of the gate of Yijing. At that time, I couldn’t help but envy. Who would have expected the little guy who broke into the gate of Yijingzhi now He actually took desperation as an opportunity, instead of cultivating spiritual power, just cultivating the Tao."
"Although the little guy's talent is far behind Jianchen's apprentice, but this understanding, this mind, the future is boundless, it is hard to say who can go further."
"Since he has chosen this door of will alone among the nine doors, he has a destiny with me, why should he be my disciple!" Luo Ningchuan sipped a cup, "You said I should laugh."
"However," Luo Ningchuan tapped his finger on the table lightly, and his conversation turned, "Since I want to be my disciple, it is not enough to just see through the trial set by Jianchen."
With a finger, an invisible faerie gas passed through the clouds, penetrated the barriers of the world, and went down.

Inside the gate of will, in the darkness, a light beam suddenly descended, like a pair of big hands, tearing the darkness apart.
Layers of clouds and mist rose from under Chu Wuqing's feet, the mist became thicker and thicker, and even the divine consciousness could not be explored.
Vaguely, a small light lit up in front of him, illuminating a strange stone monument.
Before he could see what was carved on the stone tablet that suddenly appeared, a strong force suddenly pushed him from behind him, pushing him step by step into the depths of the cloud and fog, getting further and further away from the small lamp of the stone tablet.
In a hurry, only a poem was scanned.