Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 37 Trump Card
Wang Chen stood in front of Shi Mei in a mess, then lay down and gasped for breath without any image.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn in many places, and his body was covered in blood, but in the end he still won.
This second level of trial is a hundred times more difficult than the first!
It’s like you were solving 1+1=2 one second, and the next second it becomes calculus.
"If this is the case, how am I going to get through the next two trials? Am I going to die here in a few days?" He was thinking wildly in his mind, and he got up quickly, sat cross-legged, and took the time to regulate his breathing.
"This time, will it be the same as last time? There is no need to adjust your breathing and you will directly challenge the third trial?" Shi Mei asked coldly.
Wang Chen's eyes suddenly opened. This puppet actually holds a grudge? !
No. He refused decisively.
In the previous battle, he wanted to keep a few trump cards, but the fat man who was born in an unknown era was too strong, and had an ancient heritage. The two sides exchanged their trump cards, and it was difficult to determine the winner. In the end, Wang Chen used both the human and Asura ways, and only then did he barely defeat the fat man who looked like an ordinary mortal.
Wang Chen was not a hot-blooded young man, and he was not easily provoked.
According to the degree of energy improvement of the trial subject, even if he activated the True Immortal state and tried his best, he might not be able to pass the third trial, let alone the finale fourth trial.
The only way is to break through the third trial and use the spiritual power of the genius who died in the third trial to break through to the fifth nirvana.
Although he had just broken through the fourth nirvana not long ago, with the support of the pure spiritual power in this formation, the spiritual power left over from the first two trials alone had already allowed him to take a big step towards the fifth nirvana. If the spiritual energy from the third trial was sufficient, breaking through this small realm would not be impossible.
"Your opponent just now was Kuang Heng, the most cold-blooded leader of the Qionghua School. Before the age of 20, Kuang Heng was not well-known and had a dull appearance. He was not valued by his master. However, after the age of 18, he made great progress and his inner talent gradually emerged. He was called a genius that Qionghua only sees once in a thousand years. If he had not been unwilling, he would have become the leader of the Qionghua School. What you encountered just now was him when he was 18 years old, the same age as you." Shi Mei spoke in a faint, emotionless voice.
"After all this time, this guy's strength only showed up after he turned 18. Luckily, I'm only 18. If I were a little older, wouldn't I have been defeated miserably by his peak state?"
"No, he is so strong, he probably hid his strength before he was 18." Wang Chen was surprised and doubtful.
"In the past 13,000 years, a total of five people have passed this trial." Shi Mei continued lightly.
"Only five people in thirteen thousand years?" Wang Chen showed a hint of .
After Shi Mei finished speaking, she said no more words, like a lifelike statue.
Rich spiritual energy enveloped Wang Chen, and he began to absorb the spiritual power he had just consumed. On the one hand, he used it to make up for the loss in the previous battle, and on the other hand, he used it to improve his own cultivation.
This is a matter of life and death. Every improvement in your cultivation may mean the difference between life and death.
In the silence, Shi Mei's eyes slowly moved towards Wang Chen, and then returned to being empty.
An hour later.
"The third trial begins." Shi Mei said.
"In 13,000 years, no one has been able to pass this test. Your opponent is Nie Ren, an abandoned disciple who was once possessed by a demon, betrayed Qionghua Sect, and caused a bloody storm in the cultivation world. During his evil deeds in the cultivation world, all cultivators who encountered him died. This includes the law enforcement team composed of the three chiefs of Qionghua Sect."
"The headmaster was once furious and declared that those who do not have the ability to clean up the sect are not worthy of the title of True Son of Qionghua. Your opponent is him." After saying that, the graceful figure slowly disappeared.
"A trial that no one has passed in more than 10,000 years? This is only the third time, there is still one more level to come."
"What is the purpose of arranging this kind of trial?" Wang Chen was deeply confused. Would it be useful for him to fight to the death for the name of Qionghua Zhenzi of a destroyed sect?
Whoosh, the wind and sand kicked up. The scene of the trial formation suddenly changed.
A blood-red desert stretched as far as the eye could see, and boom, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.
The raindrops fell lightly, and the fishy smell was pungent.
Wang Chen, who was in a desert, spread out his hands and saw that the raindrops were blindingly blood red.
It's bloody rain.
In the rain, the biting cold made Wang Chen shudder suddenly.
It seemed as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were rushing towards him.
How long has it been since I felt this kind of palpitations?
In the bloody rain, a figure slowly emerged and walked out of the rain.
He was not tall, with messy long curly hair. His black clothes were soaked by the blood rain and stuck to his body. In his hand, he held a bloody long sword, and red raindrops slowly dripped down the blade.
The accelerated heartbeat is the smell of fear.
"Can a human really possess this kind of murderous aura?" Wang Chen felt that the world was very quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
"Eighth Nirvana..." he murmured.
When the other party was 18 years old, he had already achieved Nirvana eight times.
After a brief silence, Wang Chen suddenly burst into laughter.
He wanted to use laughter to dispel the suppressed fear in his heart.
Boom! The bloody murderous aura roared up to the sky, and he had already activated the Shura Dao Sword Technique to resist.
Otherwise, he suspected he would be defeated without a fight.
The top figures in the ancient immortal world are so terrifying.
Click!
A flash of thunder flashed across the sky, and the dim environment suddenly became as bright as day.
At this moment, Nie Ren suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes.
whoosh!
He suddenly disappeared from the spot, and wherever he passed, there were bloody demonic shadows.
Ding ding ding, the sound of collision was heard for a moment, and then returned to silence in the blink of an eye.
A bloody shadow passed by.
puff!
Several knife marks appeared on Wang Chen's body, and blood spurted out.
Shura Dao...was completely defeated in front of Nie Ren.
"You also cultivate the power of killing? Unfortunately, you haven't killed enough people. As for me, I have killed countless cultivators! When my power of killing is fully developed, who in the world can stop me?" Nie Ren actually spoke, using ancient immortal language.
The golden sword tip was slightly raised, and there seemed to be blood beads on it, which might be blood rain, or it might be blood splashing on it. Wang Chen pointed the sword at Nie Ren.
Give me your spiritual power, Wang Chen said fiercely.
Boom!
Thunder flashed in the sky, and a dazzling golden light shone in the blood rain.
With his dazzling golden hair flying, Wang Chen was shrouded in golden light, like a golden flash that cuts through the darkness.
True immortal bloodline!
His strongest trump card.
A golden beam of light rose from the ground, it was a giant sword energy.
Boom! The sword energy fell with the force of splitting the heaven and earth, and a bottomless trench appeared in the desert.
The sword energy that could cut gold and break stone was blasting everywhere.
In the midst of the storm of true energy, two figures, one gold and one red, engaged in a life-and-death battle.
"Hahaha, this is quite interesting." Nie Ren laughed, and two blood-colored wings condensed behind him.
The blood rain kept falling, gradually extinguishing the light.
The world is blood red.
Amidst the blood-red, a ray of dazzling golden light appeared isolated and helpless.
Amidst the all-encompassing sword energy, Nie Ren gradually gained the upper hand. His entire body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood armor, and even sharp white fangs grew out of his mouth.
This is a battle between immortals and demons.
It’s a pity that the two sides’ cultivation levels differ by three levels.
boom!
The two sides clashed their swords, and a violent explosion occurred in the air.
With a sinister laugh, Nie Ren slashed down with his sword, leaving a horrible scar on Wang Chen's body and knocking him to the ground from the air.
"That's great. If you have any other skills, just show them. Otherwise, you will die!" Nie Ren floated in the air with blood-red wings spread out behind him, looking like a demon.
As soon as he finished speaking, his red pupils suddenly shrank.
A terrifying sword energy shot up into the sky.
The sword energy was golden, and the golden light was dazzling, instantly dyeing the bloody sky golden, solemn and sacred.
The human figures of countless saints and bodhisattvas were faintly visible in the sky, and Sanskrit chanted and asked.
