"Hey, let it go, I'm not in a hurry." Cheng Yongye was calm and got used to it.

Soon, they also found an opportunity to go up and take the test.

"Cheng Yunchuan, twenty-six years old, warrior!"

"Cheng Yongye, age thirty-six, warrior!"

The result came out soon. Although Cheng Yunchuan was prepared, he was still a little disappointed.

Chengjiazhuang has no better martial arts, nor does it have all kinds of elixirs and medicines to assist in cultivation. Generally speaking, they basically stop at the level of a warrior.

At most, like Cheng Mingyuan, he had decades of hard work and could barely be considered a warrior.

"Okay, look at the warriors in this square, 80% of them are at the level of warriors." Cheng Yongye smiled and said, "Besides, what's wrong with the warriors?"

"Even those masters and masters have not become gods for more than ten years? There are still warriors who become gods!"

Hearing Cheng Yongye's explanation, Cheng Yunchuan calmed down.

"Too nervous, too excited." He smiled bitterly.

Cheng Yuan smiled. Before he became a celestial being, he felt the same when facing the upcoming trial of celestial beings. Maybe he was not as good as Cheng Yunchuan.

Cheng Yongye and the others were considered to have tested it early, and most of the warriors were waiting behind.

However, it took only about an hour in total, and all the internal martial artists in the square had been tested.

Almost everyone can pass, but there are still three internal martial artists who are detected to have qi and blood, and their bodies are already weak and do not meet the conditions for the trial of the gods.

"Let me try again! Let me try again!" A strong man with a scar on his face was so excited that his neck turned red: "I am only forty years old! I am just forty years old!"

"Okay! The trial of heavenly beings does not only depend on age. Your qi and blood have declined, and it is impossible for you to become a heavenly being!" The burly commander-in-chief man said coldly.

Then, the soldiers of Tianyushi forced the strong warrior away.

Although, ordinary internal martial artists aged 20 to 40 have the qi and blood at their peak, there are subtle differences in their bodies.

Perhaps some people can reach the peak of qi and blood at the age of seventeen.

Perhaps some, forty-five or forty-four, can still maintain the peak of qi and blood.

However, like this strong man, Cheng Yuan had already seen that the qi and blood in his body had begun to decline.

The other two unqualified internal martial artists were both injured and their qi and blood did not recover to their peak. They were lucky enough to participate in the qualification trial and were eliminated.

"Today! Qualification test, finished!"

The burly man stood in front of the square, and the cold voice resounded everywhere.

"This time, a total of 1,586 people participated in the qualification test for the Heavenly Man Trial."

"Three of them failed, and there were 1,583 left, and they were qualified for trial."

"Over 80% of these 1,583 people are all warriors."

"There are 275 people in total."

"There are thirty-three martial arts masters."

"The martial arts masters, there are nine."

"According to the situation in previous years, perhaps only two or three of them, or even one or two, can become gods!"

Speaking of this, the burly commander-in-chief shook his head and said, "Anyone who has obtained the qualification for trials, please enter my Tianyusi now."

"During the trial period, my Tianyushi was responsible for food, clothing, daily life."

"From tomorrow, we will conduct the trial of heaven and man!"

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It's not yet noon.

In the deserted city of Youhe County, Cheng Yuan was like a shadow, walking rapidly, and the surrounding scenery was passing by quickly.

Before, after Cheng Yongye and Cheng Yunchuan entered Tianyusi, Cheng Yuan seized the time and left the city alone to go to the deserted grave mountain.

Huangfountain Mountain is more than 30 miles away from Youhe County, but the road is a bit deserted and ordinary people have to take a detour, which is quite troublesome.

But with Cheng Yuan's realm of heaven and man, it took less than two quarters of an hour to cross mountains when encountering mountains and scoop with water when encountering water.

"Is this the desolate grave mountain?" Cheng Yuan stayed in front of a desolate mountain with his solemn eyes.

Previously, in the mouth of the soldiers of Tianyusi, the Wumeng Mountain was originally a bare and desolate mountain, buried with the corpses of countless people in Youhe County, new tombs stacked with old tombs, and today the corpses pressed against ancient corpses.

In the past hundred years, after the strange changes in the deserted grave mountain, the yin and dark energy gathered together, and even produced a thick fog that never dissipated all year round, which was strange and deep. In the presence of ghosts, no one dared to go there again.

When Cheng Yuan came to the area of ​​Huangfountain Mountain, the mountain was already covered in endless fog, and the dense trees on the edge of the mountain could be vaguely seen.

The branches of the trees did not look like ordinary forests, but were similar to the yin forest of the Black Rock Mountains that Cheng Yuan had entered. The trees in the dark valley were withered, black and cracked, strangely twisted, like corpses and limbs.

"In the shade of the Black Rock Mountains, I have met a terrible ghost that is said to be a Mingzun Realm."

"Will a terrifying existence be born in this deserted grave mountain?"

Cheng Yuan stared at the treacherous mountains covered by heavy fog and thought.

Suddenly, at the foot of the mountain, a strange black wood that was looming and dark, deep in the shadows, a twisted black air floated out quietly.

It stayed at the edge of the woods, in the fog, as if it was "staring" at Cheng Yuan.

That was a mountain ghost.

"Yo?" Cheng Yuan suddenly laughed: "Look at me?"

He pulled out the Ming-Slaying Knife on his back, and then he remembered: "Brother Huo said that the heavenly beings have a special way to collect the power of the dark divine, but I forgot to ask."

"Forget it, I've come here. Just cut a few ghosts on the edge of this deserted grave mountain, and at least I can absorb some of the pain, otherwise I'd have to practice slowly by myself at night."

Ah ~

Hiss ~~

The mountain ghost seemed to be staring at Cheng Yuan deep in the woods, and the ethereal and strange roar sounded faintly.

Cheng Yuan grinned, showed his white teeth, held the Knife in his hand, and slowly walked towards the misty forest...

Half an hour later.

The edge of the foot of the Wumeng Mountain.

Around the surroundings, the hazy mist made no trace of sunlight shine in, it was dark, as if it was dark in the evening, as if it was a deep dream.

The leaves of the withered and black trees that grow twisted and grow, are all black and dry, and have no life.

They seem to absorb the yin energy, rather than the sunshine, rain and dew.

The surroundings are terriblely quiet, making people feel in a deep dream, not real.

And the strange roars and screams from afar or near are like coming from another world.

Cheng Yuan stepped on a thick layer of black and gray-like dead leaves under his feet, and his foot fell softly without a trace of sound.

He held the Nether Sword in his hand, and was in such a ghost realm, but he was naturally very calm.

Suddenly, a roar came from the fog that was indescribable in front of me, and the surroundings became cold and cold in an instant.

A twisted black gas from the humanoid body suddenly rushed out of it and rushed straight to Changyuan!

The speed is so fast that even internal martial artists will be caught off guard.

Mountain ghosts are ranked among the top grades of ordinary ghosts. Martial arts masters need to hold magic weapons to fight against the killing.

In just an instant, the black air had already tore through the air and appeared in front of Cheng Yuan. The black air was as sharp as a steel blade and as tough as a vine cable. Once it touched the body, it would either die or be injured.

Cheng Yuan's eyes were sharp.

Swish ~!

clang!

The golden sword light flashed like cold electricity, as if the air was cut open, and a huge shock of cutting steel and iron sounded.

The black-like mountain ghost was cut in half, as if some of its origin was destroyed, immediately cracked and dissipated in the air.

"Get eleven drops of pain!" In my mind, the sound of system improvement sounded.

There are also subtle differences between mountain ghosts. Some may be more powerful, worth eleven drops of pain, while others are ordinary, only worth ten drops of pain.

But Cheng Yuan had never met a mountain ghost worth less than ten drops of pain. It seemed that this was a standard line.

"System." Cheng Yuan thought.

【Name: Cheng Yuan

Realm: Heavenly Man

Technique: "Huntian Zhenyuan Method"

"The Nine Pictures of True Source"

"Six Styles of Killing Ghosts" (Xiaocheng)

Status: Semi-death (Introduction)

Root method: Pain (Yin Ming)

The power of pain: Eighty-three drops]

"Killing the Eight Mountain Ghosts is also a good harvest."

Cheng Yuan smiled slightly: "Today, I will go back first, and then come back when I find a way to collect the power of the ghost."
Chapter completed!