The Demon Cultivator of the Sword

Chapter 81 The test begins

"hehe!"

Li Daoxuan smiled and said nothing.

Another half hour passed, and Wu Liangyu also arrived with several Feitian Demon Sect disciples. There were more than 800 people at the scene, except for one or two people who arrived occasionally, almost everyone was there.

"When we came in, there were more than 1,300 people. Now there are only more than 800 left. The dead are all the best disciples from the major sects."

One of the Feitian Demon Sect disciples sighed.

Another person thankfully said, "Compared to those seventh-grade sects, we are already very lucky. At least, we don't have to worry about being slaughtered by disciples from other sects. As for those who died in the restrictions of the Ghost Service Land, we can only say that they were unlucky."

Gu Yuan listened to what the two people said and sighed in his heart at the cruelty of this world.

Their Feitian Demon Sect also lost three disciples, and the other sixth-grade sects and the three royal families also suffered similar losses. Only the people of Xuankong Mountain survived.

As for the disciples of the seventh-rank sects, they generally suffered heavy losses. Some were even completely wiped out, with no one surviving, and some were left alone.

Another half an hour passed and no one came, and the Xuanhun Yin Fire also underwent a change at this moment.

The green fireball, which was dozens of miles in radius, quickly shrank, revealing a lake. A skull-shaped island that looked exactly like the ghost island in the outside world slowly rose from his hand.

The skull's huge mouth opened, revealing a white light gate inside.

"The Mysterious Soul Yin Fire has disappeared, go in quickly."

Some disciples of the sect couldn't wait any longer and rushed out in one step. They jumped high and rushed into the light gate with a crash like an arrow from a bow. When others saw that there was no danger, they rushed in without saying a word.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The sound of breaking air continued. In the blink of an eye, only more than 200 people from seven sixth-grade sects and three royal families were left by the lake.

Gu Yuan saw all of this and shook his head secretly. It was not so easy to enter the Ghost Island. Although there was no danger, according to the great elder, it was filled with many ghost soldiers. Once killed by a ghost soldier, one would lose the qualification to enter the inner palace of the Ghost Island and be teleported out.

These seven sixth-rank sects and three royal families clearly wanted to send these people in to be consumed.

Of course, Gu Yuan himself is also a beneficiary, so he has no right to say anything.

About half an hour later, the light gate at the skull's mouth dimmed a little.

The crowd no longer hesitated and filed in.

When they went in, they found that two-thirds of the seventh-grade sect disciples who had entered the Ghost Island in advance were gone, and those ghost soldiers had also been killed.

The remaining seventh-rank sect disciples stood in front of a magnificent palace, not that they didn't want to go in.

Instead, the outer periphery of the palace is covered by a layer of light shield that is as solid as blue crystal. This light shield is extremely thick and it may not be so easy to break through.

With a sneer, Fire Spirit Prince Yan Chihuo took the lead. As soon as the precious sword was unsheathed, the sword energy turned into a dragon and slashed at the green light shield. The green light shield did not make any strange sounds. A tough and soft green silk thread shot out from the light shield and entangled with the sword energy.

Although the sword energy was extremely sharp and cut the green silk threads into pieces and then burned them to ashes, the green silk threads were continuously replenished from the green light shield, so it was not greatly affected.

With his hands still behind his back, Sikong Sheng said with a look of godliness: "This is the palace restriction inside the Ghost Service Land. Only by breaking the restriction can we enter. Let's attack together."

As he spoke, Sikong Sheng blasted out with his palm, and the powerful palm force hit the green light shield. Immediately, countless green silk threads rushed up to offset the palm force, reducing the power of this palm by 30 to 40 percent.

With Sikong Sheng and Yan Chihuo taking action, the others no longer hesitated and used their martial arts to attack the blue light shield. Of course, no warrior who had reached the Bao Yuan realm or above would use their killing moves. Killing moves were their trump cards and they all chose to save them for the Qianlong Ranking competition.

"We attack too."

Gu Yuan drew out the Fire Scale Sword, emitted a stream of sword energy, and attacked the green light shield. Murong Qingcheng and other Feitian Demon Sect disciples followed closely behind.

As for Mo Yan, he naturally stood at the front with Sikong Shengyan Chihuo and other major sixth-grade sect disciples, attacking the green light shield to show his identity as the Feitian Demon Sect's disciple.

Bang bang bang bang bang.
More than two hundred sixth-rank sect disciples, three royal family disciples, and more than two hundred seventh-rank sect disciples, a total of more than five hundred people, worked together to attack the green light shield. The green light shield trembled slightly, and ripples appeared on the surface like water.

After a series of attacks, the green light shield gradually couldn't hold on.

"It's working, everyone keep attacking."

Seeing that the blue light shield had reacted, everyone's fighting spirit was high and they attacked even harder.

A quarter of an hour later, the blue light shield shook violently and twisted wildly. After a loud bang, the light shield shattered and dissipated into nothingness.

call out!
Sikong Sheng was the fastest. As soon as the green light shield was broken, his whole body turned into a ray of white light and shot straight towards the open door of the palace.

The Black Dragon Empire's eldest prince, Yan Chihuo, and disciples from all the major sixth-grade sects were also unwilling to lag behind.

Gu Yuan was naturally among them. With a flash of his body, he turned into a black airflow and rushed in. His speed was no less than that of the Black Dragon Empire's Crown Prince and Yan Chihuo.

"So fast?"

The remaining few sixth-rank sect disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Yan Chihuo, who was in the late Baoyuan realm or the peak of the late Baoyuan realm, and the Crown Prince of the Black Dragon Empire were so fast. It turned out that Gu Yuan was able to catch up with them. He was a strong opponent.

Qian Feng, the eldest disciple of Luoxia Sect, already knew that his junior brother Qian Yun was killed instantly by the opponent. Seeing Gu Yuan's speed, his face was full of bitterness. It seemed that it would be impossible for his junior brother to get back at the opponent. The opponent was making rapid progress. Not to mention Qian Yun, even he himself had no confidence at all against Gu Yuan.

Lin Yun, who had lost to Gu Yuan before, and Mo Yan, who was worried that Gu Yuan would replace his position as senior brother, narrowed their eyes slightly, and it was unknown what they were thinking.

As soon as he entered, Gu Yuan found himself being teleported to a separate stone chamber. The chamber was about a kilometer square and completely sealed on all sides. Apart from a fist-sized ball of ghost fire floating above the ceiling that illuminated the entire chamber, there was no light at all.

"It looks like a test similar to the one in the Tianmeng Battle Hall."

Gu Yuan guessed in his heart.

puff!
The next moment, a cluster of flames fell to the ground and merged into it, and then a flesh puppet crawled out from the ground. The flesh puppet held a sword in his hand, with almost no flesh on his body. There were blue flames burning in his two black pupils, which looked particularly gloomy and terrifying.

Swish!
As soon as the flesh and blood puppet appeared, it took a step forward and slashed at Gu Yuan with a sword.

"His strength is no less than Qian Yun's."

Gu Yuan noticed that the fluctuations of the flesh and blood puppet's true qi were the same as his, but its swift attack speed and restrained strength were even greater than those of the inner sect elders in the late Baoyuan realm of the seventh-grade sect, and it was not much worse than Qian Yun. In other words, the strength of this flesh and blood puppet was at the level of a standard second disciple of a sixth-grade sect.

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