"In that case, you are qualified to accept the trial of my Daoman lineage. This is the first level. No one will disturb your trial."

"If you pass the trial, you are qualified to exchange the Battle Sky Shield for one of my many relics. If you fail, you will die..."

"Now, the trial begins."

After the old man in red finished speaking, his body immediately turned into speckled shadows and dispersed, giving Ning Fan no chance to refuse.

Before Ning Fan could digest the huge information in the old man's words, shocking changes had occurred in the world.

Each copper box disappeared in an instant, the ladder disappeared, the altar disappeared, and everything in the sky disappeared.

However, a dark red ancient mountain peak slowly appeared in the sky.

The moment the mountain peak appeared, a huge will that could overwhelm the Eternal Immortal Lord suddenly descended on Ning Fan.

The fourth generation barbarian god frowned and sighed quietly.

She had to admit that Ning Fan was very outstanding. How could a person who could obtain the status of a Daoman successor not be outstanding?

But no matter how good you are, you may have to stop at the fourth level. The first level of barbarism is called the level of will. Only those who can survive seventeen breaths under the will of the first-generation barbarian god can pass the test.

The cultivation level of the first-generation Barbarian God was too high, and the one who could last seventeen breaths under his will must at least be the peak Immortal Emperor.

"Seventeen breaths, this boy can't survive. This boy's strength is close to that of the Eternal Immortal Lord, but he is not a true Immortal Lord. The fourth breath, I'm afraid, is this boy's limit..." The Fourth Generation Barbarian God secretly thought in his heart.

First breath.

Under the suppression of that huge will, Ning Fan was hit hard and took three steps back. On the fourth step, he stabilized his figure, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

There was a faint hint of anger in his eyes.

He doesn't care whether it's the first hurdle or not. He doesn't like the feeling of being suppressed by someone's will.

His will has been tempered for millions of years in the Three Illusions of Realization. He is not afraid of anyone's will suppression, even if the other party is the first-generation Barbarian Shinto Barbarian Mountain!

Second breath.

Above the sky, in addition to the dark red mountains, there is also a dark red sea.

Under the mountains and the sea, the will that descended on Ning Fan immediately increased several times. An invisible force pushed Ning Fan back continuously. Every time he took a step back, he would definitely cough up a mouthful of blood.

By the third breath, a mountain and two seas have appeared in the sky. At the fourth breath, an additional mountain has appeared in the sky again.

The power of will descended from Daoman Mountain is beyond the endurance of any eternal immortal.

Under the suppression of this will, Ning Fan's injuries became more and more serious, and his consciousness began to blur. Finally, on the fifth breath, he could not bear it, and there was an explosion and he died violently.

"You have exceeded my expectations for being able to last until your fifth breath. But it's a pity that you died after all."

"It seems that my previous worries were completely unnecessary. Even if you choose the Shield of Inheritance, you are not qualified to inherit the sacred object of my Daoman lineage, the Ancient Kingdom's Aegis Destruction Shield..."

The fourth generation Barbarian God sighed quietly, feeling a bit regretful.

Ning Fan is indeed very good. He can survive the eighth loss. He is definitely a rare talent in future generations. If he is not the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, it would be a good thing for him to inherit the Dao Man Sacred Artifact.

"If he was not the Tai Cang Tribulation Spirit, I would help him, help him pass through the three levels of Taoman, and obtain the recognition of holy objects... Unfortunately, his identity cannot be changed, and I will not help the enemy's cultivators..."

"Since the fall of the first generation of barbarian gods, there have only been four successors. The first three, even with the help of later generations of barbarian gods, could not reach the third level. This son is the fourth person... What a pity..."

The fourth generation of barbarian gods only thought that Ning Fan had died violently.

The eyeball monsters in the outside world seemed to have the same feeling at this moment, and actually woke up from the charm.

"Dead! That brat died on the eighth day! Now it's really a big deal! Without him, how can I kill Yin Mo!"

"It's all my fault! If I hadn't insisted on looking at the beauty and forced him to go through the eighth injury, he wouldn't have died... If I hadn't been obsessed with beauty and couldn't extricate myself, it wouldn't have been too late to save him... It's all my fault, it's all my fault

ah…"

"Brother Immortal, I'm sorry for you! Little brother... I can't help you avenge your hatred..."

The eyeball monster was filled with regret, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times, but unfortunately, he had no hands...

Ning Fan was his biggest trump card in killing Yin Mo. How could he die? How could he die...

The eyeball monster only thought that Ning Fan was dead, and the fourth generation of barbarian gods also thought that Ning Fan was dead.

Only Ning Fan knew that he was not dead at all. When he was about to die, he activated the power of the Magic Life Pill without hesitation.

The sixth breath!

On the fourth floor of the empty ancient barbarian tomb, where Ning Fan died violently, a seemingly illusory flame suddenly appeared.

The flames grew stronger and stronger, gradually reaching the height of a person. In the next moment, Ning Fan, dressed in white, walked out of the fire unscathed.

He didn't die! Not only did he not die, he also survived until his sixth breath!

"How is it possible! This kid...is actually still alive!" The fourth generation of barbarian gods and eyeball monsters all looked shocked at this moment.

They couldn't understand why Ning Fan, who had obviously died violently, could resurrect from the ashes and reappear.

The two of them had so much experience that they could think of several possibilities in just a moment, but they were unable to ask Ning Fan for confirmation.

It is not that there are no life-saving means that can bring back the dead, but without exception, they are all things that the Immortal Emperor is hard to find.

This guy actually has such means to protect himself, but I look down upon him...

"Okay, okay, this brat is still alive, haha! It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!" The eyeball monster was overjoyed.

The fourth-generation Barbarian God frowned, and she sighed in confusion again. She also felt a pity for not killing Ning Fan.

At this moment, there are still two illusory flames burning in Ning Fan's dantian. After stimulating the power of the Magic Life Pill, three phantom fires will be generated in the body, which can save his life three times, but just now, he used it once.

"The first-generation Barbarian Shinto, Manshan, is really a terrifying and powerful man. If it were not for the Fantasy Life Pill to protect my life, I would definitely die on the fifth breath."

"There are two more phantom fires. Within an hour, I have two chances to come back from the dead..."

"The eyeball monster seems to be awake. If nothing can be done, I can leave this place at any time and give up the eighth loss."

"This way, I don't have any worries anymore. Now that I've used the Magic Life Pill, don't waste it. Let's pass this first level of barbarism!"

Seventh breath, eighth breath, ninth breath, tenth breath!

Five mountains and five seas have been transformed into the sky, and the power of will emitted is enough to severely injure any powerful Immortal King.

Since the rebirth of the sixth breath, Ning Fan's body has once again suffered injuries under the suppression of the power of will.

At the tenth breath, he was approaching the end of his life.

At the eleventh breath, Ning Fan was overwhelmed again and died violently.

But on the twelfth breath, he walked out of the phantom fire and was reborn from the ashes.

In just twelve breaths, he died twice. Without the Fantasy Life Pill to save his life, given his cultivation level, he would definitely not be able to pass this first level of barbarism.

"There is one last chance to be reborn!"

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with green light as he looked at the six mountains and six seas that gradually appeared in the sky.

Every time a breath passes, an additional mountain or sea will appear in the sky. The barbarians take nine mountains and eight seas as their limit. In other words, this first test of the barbarians will last until the seventeenth breath at most!

There is still one chance to be reborn, which is enough to pass the first level of Daoman.

If you pass the first level of Daoman, you can exchange the ancient kingdom's Heavenly Shield for a relic from the first-generation Daoman Mountain!

Ning Fan's eyes flickered slightly. The Magic Life Pill is a treasure. Once it is used, the capital must be recovered.

Daomanshan is a saint. And he is not an ordinary saint. He has three saint rings. His relics are definitely good things. Whatever they are, they are enough to compensate for the loss of the Huansheng Dan.

The thirteenth breath, the fourteenth breath, the fifteenth breath.

Ning Fan was finally overwhelmed again and died violently. On the sixteenth breath, he was reborn from the ashes. At this moment, eight mountains and eight seas appeared in the sky.

The power of will between heaven and earth has exceeded the endurance of the Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse.

Just after resurrecting from the ashes, Ning Fan was once again bleeding from his orifices under the suppression of this power of will.

The three chances of rebirth of the Magic Life Pill have been used up. Next, he can only rely on his own strength to survive for seventeen breaths.

If you survive, you can choose one of the saint's relics and make it your own.

If you can't survive it, you can only give up the eighth loss...

"You brat, I don't know what you are going through right now. If you need it, just send out a thought, and I will activate the Heaven-Deceiving Formation for you to protect your life!" The eyeball monster's message came to Ning at the right time.

Sounds in Fan's mind.

Ning Fan didn't give a reply, he just gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on under the overwhelming will.

Only one breath left, only the last breath left...

There is no reason to use the Huansheng Dan in vain. I will definitely take away one of these saint's relics!

Seventeenth Breath!

At this moment, the nine mountains and eight seas in the sky all transformed, and a pair of illusory eyes appeared in the sky, overlooking Ning Fan.

Those were Dao Manshan's eyes, looking at Ning Fan without any sadness or joy, without any emotion.

At this moment, the power of will between heaven and earth has reached its peak. Even ordinary saints will be injured under this kind of will!

Ning Fan's eyes became a little crazy, and in his mind, the scenes where he transformed into a wild cow, a wild fish, and a wild butterfly appeared in his mind.

His will has been tempered thousands of times. He can be defeated and killed, but his will cannot be destroyed by anyone!
To be continued...