Seeing Yun Mo remain silent, Song Qingshan in the distance cupped his hands and asked in a low voice.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice: "The last test requires the four of you to fight me one by one. Whoever can beat me will get my true inheritance!"
"The Legend of the Heavenly Corpse Sutra will naturally belong to him!"
As soon as the words fell, the four of them felt a chill in their hearts.
But in a flash, the four people's eyes showed confusion. Let's not talk about whether they can survive the fight. The key point is that shouldn't this old man be dead long ago?
Yun Mo stared closely at the blurry figure of the old man, and a bright light flashed before his eyes.
"Soul body!"
After hearing this, the old man suddenly became less calm than before, and glanced at Yun Mo calmly: "Young man in black, your knowledge is quite extraordinary."
"My current state of existence is indeed using the mysterious power of this altar to talk to you in the body of my soul."
Song Qingshan's eyes were gloomy and he said: "Senior, even if the four of us are added together, I'm afraid they can't resist your move, so how can we compete?"
As a Soul-Severing Sword, he has the courage to fear anything, and his character is extremely firm, which is why he was able to go through the road of heart-training that even Qin Bei failed.
However, his sword still trembled a little when he thought of fighting against a powerful person in the Linghai Realm.
"Haha, even if you can think of something, how can I not think carefully about it? Make some preparations. Who among the four of you will come first?"
The old man shook his head, smiled, and asked in a deep voice.
Looking around, Song Qingshan stepped forward and solemnly said: "Senior, junior Song Qingshan is willing to be the guide."
"Yes, your talent is limited, but with this character and will, you can hope to break through the shackles."
Looking at the person in front of him, the old man nodded with satisfaction. He had seen too many people with evil qualifications, and most of them died on the way.
Most of those who finally reach the top of martial arts have average qualifications and talents, but have extremely tough mental perseverance.
For Song Qingshan, I have to say that the old man still admires him very much. To a certain extent, Song Qingshan among the four people here is the most similar to him.
Immediately afterwards, the old man waved his hand, and Yun Mo and the other two people could clearly see that Song Qingshan's body on the side was filled with light again, and then disappeared.
Seeing Song Qingshan leave, Yue Muer blinked her eyes and stood in front of Yun Mo, her beautiful eyes carefully looking at the young man in front of her.
Who knew how depressed she felt when Yun Mo insisted on leaving alone, but to her surprise, his brother, who was busy with everything, miraculously entered the Tomb of the Heavenly Corpse.
After a period of pleading from her, she was finally willing to rush to support Yun Mo.
Sensing the gaze of the girl in front of him, Yun Mo's face remained the same, but his ears turned red.
Chen Jiu's eyes on the side were still deathly silent, but after a moment, his eyes were slightly closed.
The three of them waited for about half an hour, only to hear a sound piercing the air, and a figure suddenly appeared, it was Song Qingshan.
However, Song Qingshan did look a little embarrassed at this time, and his clothes were stained with traces of blood.
Defeated!
The hearts of the three people were tense. Needless to say, the result can be known by looking at Song Qingshan's face.
Then, a flickering passage door appeared in front of the four people. The door seemed to be connected to an independent space, and a mysterious charm filled the air.
"Those who are prepared can enter the place of trial through the passage gate!" The old man's slightly regretful voice came from the passage gate.
"Brother Mo, please go first." Yue Muer lowered her voice and spoke slowly.
Glancing at the passage in front of him, Yun Mo had worry in his eyes, "Be careful. If you encounter an uncontrollable crisis, just admit defeat."
Hearing the young man's honest but caring words, Yue Mu'er felt warm in her heart and nodded heavily.
Seeing the girl disappear at the entrance of the passage, the remaining three people looked at each other and all chose to remain silent.
When Yue Muer entered the passage, she felt a flash of light appear in front of her eyes, and what she saw was a palace.
In the magnificent palace, the lights were brilliant. When I looked up, I found that the lights on the ceiling were shining brightly like daylight.
In the center of the main hall, there was a Taoist platform standing on it, and on the Taoist platform there was a figure sitting cross-legged. Yue Muer raised her eyebrows, that person was the old man.
"Little girl, if you are ready, let's start!" The old man raised his eyelids and said calmly.
He still felt quite sorry for Song Qingshan's failure. After all, the situations and personalities of the two were very similar. Seeing Song Qingshan fail, he really felt bad.
Although Yue Muer had doubts in her heart, she took action very decisively.
As vast spiritual power fluctuations overflowed, the battle between the two began!
Feeling that the offensive was approaching, the old man opened his eyes, his energy flashed, and his aura was like a mountain, suddenly becoming towering and tall, making it impossible to look directly at him.
"Half-step Spiritual Wheel Realm!"
Yue Muer's expression condensed, and her heart was quite heavy. Her cultivation level was only at the peak of the Spiritual Origin Realm, so how could she be an opponent of the Half-Step Spiritual Wheel Realm?
In this battle between the two, the old man did not hold back because he was in a low mood. After half a quarter of an hour, blood spilled from the corner of Yue Muer's mouth and she took the initiative to end the test.
The dim light flickered, the three people's eyes flashed, and Yue Muer's slightly pale figure appeared silently.
Song Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party also ended in failure, so he continued to close his eyes and recover from his injuries.
Yun Mo stepped forward quickly, an eager look flashed in his eyes, but standing in front of the girl, he didn't know how to speak.
Yue Mu'er noticed Yun Mo's eagerness, raised her eyebrows, and smiled softly: "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Recover the injury first." Ignoring the passage behind him, Yun Mo helped Yue Mu'er to a distance.
Chen Jiu withdrew his gaze, took one step forward, and slowly entered the passage.
This scene touched the mind of Song Qingshan beside him. His eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The same scene appeared in Chen Jiu's eyes, but Chen Jiu turned a blind eye and went straight to the Taoist platform in the center of the palace.
"Boy, if you want to participate in this final assessment, you still need to answer a few questions." Seeing the person coming, the old man's expression became solemn.
Chen Jiu, who had been silent all this time, frowned slightly when he heard this and said coldly: "What do you want to ask?"
After witnessing Chen Jiuyi's mutilated corpse puppet, the old man had huge doubts in his heart, and now was a good time to answer his doubts.
"Are you a descendant of the Corpse Dao lineage?"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the palace suddenly fell silent, and a strong sense of depression arose spontaneously, which was suffocating.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, paying no attention to everything around him, and just stared closely at Chen Jiu himself.
After Chen Jiu, who had always been calm and composed, heard this, a trace of doubt flashed deep in his eyes, but it was very subtle.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Jiu's eyes flashed and he muttered: "I belong to the corpse path lineage."
Corpse path lineage!
The old man was shocked, it was just as he guessed.
However, Chen Jiu's answer was still very different from what he asked.
He belongs to the corpse path lineage, but there is no answer as to whether he is a descendant of the corpse path lineage.
Could it be that this boy is involved in a dispute over orthodoxy?
Suddenly, this idea appeared in the old man's mind out of thin air. In his memory, the corpse path was like a sect force, and the competition within it was unimaginable.
In other words, the identity of the successor of the corpse path is the same as that of the young sect leader in a super sect.
The reason why the old man had such a question was because the real cultivation level of the young man in front of him was far from what he saw on the surface.
Block cultivation!
For an old man, this is not surprising.
However, Chen Jiu's true cultivation really made him ashamed.
"Can the assessment begin?" Chen Jiu asked quietly with a deathly silence in his eyes.
"well!"
A long sigh fell, and the old man's eyes flashed with regret, and he said: "As the person who is going to be tested in the final battle, when I fight against you, my level must be one level higher than that of your challengers."
"Although your cultivation level has been suppressed to the half-step spiritual wheel level, I must abide by the rules and fight you at a level higher than your actual cultivation level!"
"What?" Chen Jiu's face changed slightly and he lost his previous composure.
A majestic momentum came out of thin air. Chen Jiu groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his figure even retreated under this momentum.
The old man looked a little apologetic, because his current cultivation level has surpassed the spirit wheel realm, and his aura and pressure alone were enough to defeat Chen Jiu, who was only half a step ahead of the spirit wheel realm.
You definitely can't blame him for this. If you want to blame, just blame the damn rules and Chen Jiuyuan's strength.
The old man comforted himself in his heart, with deep regret in his eyes.
After all, the reputation of the Corpse Dao lineage alone can overwhelm the entire Northern Dynasty.
A mere heaven-level skill is nothing to the corpse path lineage.
But why is this kid in front of me trying to fight for the Legend of the Heavenly Corpse Sutra?