For a mortal, thirty years is almost half of his life. But for those powerful creatures, it is just a short sleep with eyes opening and closing.

The demon clone can use thirty years to advance all the way to the peak of level 6. In addition to the help of the blood of the true spirit, it is also inseparable from the assistance of the Gray Feather Peng clan who devoted all their resources to his cultivation.

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Of course, in the past thirty years, Chen Fan, the demon clone, has not only been eating elixirs like fried beans, but the capacity of the blood of the Thunder-Winged Tianpeng in his body has also increased from more than a hundred drops at the beginning to now more than a hundred drops.

The level of ten thousand drops.

Such a large amount of blood has already occupied a quarter of the blood content of the demon clone. Under the influence of such pure blood, the life form of Chen Fan, the demon clone, has become closer and closer to the Thunder-Winged Tianpeng.

Of course, if the new clone hadn't ventured into the wild wilderness frequently to exchange materials with monsters, this clone of the Holy Son wouldn't have made such amazing progress.

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"His cultivation is becoming more and more unfathomable!"

"What a terrifying potential!"

"Could this be the difference between the orthodox Holy Son and our candidates?"

On the big gray boat flying to the Holy City of Tianpeng, Luo Yu and the other three candidates for the Holy Son were discussing in low voices, but their eyes occasionally glanced at Chen Fan, who was closing his eyes to rest.

According to the instructions of the great elder, Chen Fan must be the leader of this lying saint son trial, and the remaining candidate saint sons like Luo Yu must unconditionally obey Chen Fan once they participate in the trial.

This seemingly tough order made Luo Yu and the others dissatisfied.

After all, in their eyes, Chen Fan has always been an outsider. Although he has ascended to the position of Holy Son based on his bloodline, it is absolutely impossible for them to wait for Chen Fan to do whatever he wants.

Therefore, since the three of them got on this giant boat, they have always been together, and they have not had the slightest words of intimacy with Chen Fan.

Chen Fan naturally saw the little thoughts of these three people.

Regardless of whether these three people were acting in an underhanded manner during the trial, or they were planning to cause some trouble, as long as they did not provoke him, Chen Fan would not interfere too much in the relationship with these three candidates for the Holy Son.

After several days of this, the giant gray boat driven by the Great Elder finally arrived above Tianpeng Holy City.

But this time, it didn't land directly into the Holy City. Instead, it soared up along the Sky Bird Tree in the center of the Holy City and plunged into a mysterious space.

This secret territory has an unusually strong scent of vegetation, huge trees can be seen everywhere, and flocks of birds and beasts inhabit it. It is an amazing and pleasant holy land for spiritual practice.

In the center of the secret realm, eight eight-animal statues similar to those in the Holy City are standing tall.

At this moment, several teams of Holy Sons from other ethnic groups had arrived. Seeing the arrival of the Gray Feather Peng clan, the other teams all cast disdainful looks.

"Every time the Holy Son is tried, they are always at the bottom. How come they still have the nerve to come and participate in the trial?"

"Hmph! If I become the Great Sage of Tianpeng, I will definitely kick this Gray Feather Peng bloodline out of the Eight Birds."

"But I heard that the Gray Feather Peng clan awakened an orthodox Holy Son thirty years ago. Maybe this clan will show new performance in this Holy Son trial."

"What tricks can only four demon kings do? Any team sent out can crush them in numbers!"

While everyone was discussing, Chen Fan and the others stood under the gray-feathered roc in the statue of eight birds under the instructions of the elders. Although they received various looks from nearby, Chen Fan and the others seemed extremely calm.

The three clan elders met and exchanged greetings with the other bloodline elders, and finally sat down next to the Tianpeng Demon Saint.

About half a day later, the remaining Eight Birds teams arrived at this secret trial area. More than 500 people had gathered in the small venue.

The largest team of Holy Sons is from the lineage of the Golden-winged Dapeng, with a total of hundreds of candidates for the Holy Son.

There are only 70 or 80 people, but the only one in the Gray Feather Peng lineage is Chen Fan, who seems to be weak alone.

However, if you look closely, you will find that not every team with a larger number of people has the cultivation level of the Demon King.

Most of the candidates for the Holy Son are only at the level 5 Great Demon Realm, and only a handful are at the level 6 Demon King Realm.

Gutan "How do you need so many companions for a race?"

"Perhaps it's time for the next Holy Son trial to open people's eyes in advance!" With a general understanding, Chen Fan calmly closed his eyes and rested his mind.

On the empty seat above the statue of Eight Birds, the Tianpeng Demon Saint covered in golden robes, after talking in a low voice with the other two elderly Demon Saints from Eight Birds for a moment, took out a seal with the word "Sacred" printed on it.

The sealing instrument was thrown into the void.

As for those clan elders who only have the cultivation of Demon Lord, they can no longer say anything at this time. They can only send messages to those candidates in the clan to be careful.

The next second, a loud thunderclap was heard, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the holy seal.

A huge golden-winged roc soared from the golden seal, and then with a peck, it tore open a gray space passage in the void.

"The Trial of the Holy Son Begins!"

"There are nine layers of mezzanine space in the secret trial realm, and each layer has been invested with jade tokens and various wild beasts."

"After one month, the person who collects more jade tokens will be elected as the leader of the eight birds."

"lets go!"

Tianpeng Demon Saint spoke calmly, obviously presiding over the Holy Son's trial.

However, when this person was scanning the group of eager candidates for the Holy Son below, his eyes inadvertently glanced at where Chen Fan was standing.

"Is it already the peak level of the Demon King?"

"This child has great potential!" Tianpeng Demon Saint thought in his mind, with a fierce light in his eyes that was difficult for outsiders to detect.

As for the other two elderly demon saints, they each had sad faces and worried looks in their eyes.

It can be understood from their conversations that the demon clan is currently facing the crisis of a demonic disaster. In addition, the Xuantian object suddenly appeared out of the sky, and a turmoil that threatens the foundation of the demon clan is quietly brewing.

"I wonder how many outstanding saints will emerge from this trial."

"If these candidates for the Holy Sons can safely survive the demonic disaster and the true spirit tribulation, my Eight Birds bloodline will surely return to its peak among the demon clan one day sooner or later!"

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"Let's go! The secret trial realm is opened!"

"Brother Chen, do you want to accompany us?"

As soon as the trial passage above the head was opened, the candidate saint sons gathered under the eight statues were already taking action.

Luo Yu and the other three people behind Chen Fan also came up at this time, intending to invite Chen Fan to enter the secret trial realm together.

"The elders are watching! Let's go in together!" Chen Fan nodded, and his figure turned into a rainbow light and penetrated into the passage.

The next second, Chen Fan felt that the world was spinning, and his figure had been restrained by the movement at the entrance of the passage and was randomly teleported to an unknown place.

When he woke up completely, he found that he was beside a huge pool. As for Luo Yu and the three people following him, they had already lost track of them.

"Random teleportation?"

Just as Chen Fan was muttering in his heart, a cooing sound came from the pool next to him.

Suddenly, a splash of water rose up from the originally calm surface of the pool, and a huge frog beast with all colors jumped out of it.

This frog beast was more than ten feet long. When it opened its mouth and screamed strangely, it spit out a long and slender tongue covered with fleshy spines and shot it at Chen Fan.

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