After listening to Qin Xuan's words, Shengjun Mutian was quiet for a moment, and then he said a voice: "Get out!"
The wind blew by, and Qin Xuan's expression suddenly froze there, a little caught off guard.
"What a bad temper." Qin Xuan curled his lips and said in a low voice, "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Is it so cruel?"
Seemingly hearing Qin Xuan's words, Mu Tianshengjun said again: "No one has ever dared to negotiate terms with me. You are the first person, and you actually want me to teach you my experience. You kid has such a beautiful idea."
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"Now that I'm here, I naturally want to do everything possible to improve myself." Qin Xuan said calmly, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was a hint of confidence in his eyes.
Looking at the stone statue again, Qin Xuan said calmly and calmly: "Senior, you are so proud of yourself. Could it be that you are worried that my talent is too high and I will imitate all your abilities?"
"Oh?" Shengjun Mutian seemed to be a little more interested and said: "Although it is a way to provoke generals, I would rather be provoked. Since you are asking for trouble, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Of course, Holy Lord Mutian could see Qin Xuan's pride, otherwise, he would not have dared to say such words in front of him.
The reason why he asked Qin Xuan to get out just now was to test Qin Xuan's ability to withstand pressure. If he was told to quit with just one word, he would not be able to pass the courage test. If he encountered a life or death crisis in the future, it would be equally difficult to survive it safely.
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In fact, this is not only true for Qin Xuan, but also for those who wanted to learn their cultivation experience directly from them.
In a sense, practice experience can be regarded as a kind of inheritance.
They want to use this method to consider whether they are really qualified enough to accept their inheritance. They don't want to give the inheritance to a useless person, even if that person has good talent.
"Senior, what do you mean?" Qin Xuan's eyes couldn't help but brighten a little when he heard the words of Holy Lord Mu Tian.
"You want to learn the rules of force from me, it's very simple, as long as you can withstand the pressure of my long bow." Shengjun Mutian said lightly. After the words fell, an invisible wave spread, and Qin Xuan's pupils sharpened.
The ground shrank, and I found that the long bow in the stone statue's hand was gradually blooming with dazzling brilliance. At the same time, there was a faint sound of dragon roar coming from the long bow.
"This long bow is a real magic weapon!" Qin Xuan suddenly realized something, and his heart was trembling. He thought that the long bow was just transformed by Holy Lord Mu Tian with his spiritual energy. Unexpectedly, it was a real holy weapon, but
It's just been sealed.
Thinking of this, a terrible thought flashed through Qin Xuan's mind.
If this long bow is real, what about the stone statue?
Is there a possibility that this stone statue was transformed into the physical body of Saint Mu Tian?
Qin Xuan felt that this idea was too crazy. He heard a bang and the light emitted by the long bow was extremely powerful and dazzling.
The long bow detached from the stone statue's hand, continued to grow in size, floated upwards, and straddled the sky and the earth, and then a tyrannical pressure came down.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in that pressure. Qin Xuan looked up to the sky, his whole body was shaking violently due to that pressure. He felt an extremely domineering aura, oppressing him.
The power of his soul must make him surrender.
"Ouch!
A melodious and loud dragon roar came out, and a terrifying sound wave force rushed into Qin Xuan's eardrums, causing Qin Xuan's eardrums to vibrate, as if they were about to be torn apart.
Qin Xuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he still tried hard to persevere. The star map in his body accelerated, and the light of the stars flowed throughout his body. His body seemed to be covered with an armor of stars to resist the pressure.
"Star power?" Shengjun Mutian exclaimed, seeming a little surprised that this little guy actually understood the rules of the stars?
However, Qin Xuan had no time to care about what Shengjun Mutian was thinking at this time. His whole mind was tense, trying desperately to resist the pressure released by the long bow. He finally understood the meaning of Shengmu Mutian's previous words.
This long bow is a sacred weapon, how can he bear its pressure?
This is also where Qin Xuan is confused.
If it was really a holy weapon, then he would not be able to resist it no matter what, but at this moment, although he felt very painful, he still endured it, which made Qin Xuan unable to see through the thoughts of Holy Lord Mu Tian.
"This bow is called the Holy Dragon. The bow is made of top-grade materials and poured with the blood of the purple dragon. It contains a trace of the true spirit of the demon dragon. If you can persist for three days, you will be able to achieve victory."
What you get." Shengjun Mutian said calmly.
"Three days..." Qin Xuan's face suddenly fell down, and he was about to cry without tears. Every second of staying here was torture, and he was asked to endure it for three days. Is this a joke?
"Senior, why don't we try another method?" Qin Xuan shouted.
However, there was no response.
Holy Lord Mu Tian seemed to have disappeared, and only Qin Xuan's voice echoed in the space.
Qin Xuan's face turned livid. It seems that he will not let Shengjun Mutian speak again in these three days. This old guy is so cruel!
However, at the same time, similar scenes were happening in the other two directions in the wasteland.
In front of a stone statue, a golden spear was suspended in the air, seemingly capable of penetrating the sky and the earth. A terrifying wave flowed from the spear, oppressing the void.
Under the spear, Murong Guangzhao bent his body, his handsome face looked a little ferocious at this time, and he had slight twitches from time to time. He seemed to be under tremendous pressure.
"Old bastard!" Murong Guangzhao cursed in his heart, looking miserable.
He just wanted to ask some questions. Unexpectedly, the stone statue suddenly became angry and directly raised his spear. He also said that he would only give him three days and if he couldn't resist, he would get out of the wasteland. This was extremely forceful.
In front of another stone statue, Ji Xuan appeared there, but the situation was also very bad.
There is a whisk on his head, which looks gentle and calm, but still releases extremely terrifying suppressive power.
The three of them are all going through a similar situation, under the pressure of the top holy weapon.
Of course, the intensity of the pressure was within the control of the Lords of the Wilderness. It could be resisted by Qin Xuan and the others, but it could also bring great pressure to them.
A day passed in the blink of an eye, and above the void in the deserted tomb, there were many powerful fluctuations lingering there, as if they were communicating with each other.
"What on earth are this generation of desolate lords doing? Sending three emperor-level juniors in is of no use at all. Instead, it is a waste of our energy." A majestic voice sounded, with a hint of displeasure.
"I don't know, maybe he has his own reasons. Since we have fallen, we shouldn't worry too much and just do our part."
"That's right, let them handle the affairs of the younger generation themselves. We, a group of fallen people, can't do anything to interfere if we want to."
Voices came and went one after another, coming from all directions. The owners of these voices were naturally the lords of the past who were buried in the barren tomb.
"Haha, the people who come in every time are all at the peak of the Emperor Realm. This time there are a few junior emperors, which is quite interesting." A laugh sounded, seemingly very happy.
"Huh, Qingxu, you will be happy to have someone under your command, but we don't have one!" Someone immediately retorted, with a tone of envy in his tone.
There were only three people in total, and many of them could only watch, which was really depressing.
"Qingxu, how is that little guy?" someone asked.
"The talent is not bad, it is a holy body of light, and it also understands the dual rules of time and space, which is extremely rare." The Lord of Wanxiang Desolate praised: "However, that guy is very arrogant. After asking a few words, he wants to leave.
, I just left him here to dampen his spirit."
"Is he considered arrogant?" A disdainful voice came out, and it was Shengjun Mutian who spoke. He continued: "When I met that boy, he dared to negotiate terms with me and provoke the general to deal with me. If I press
My temper back then must be suppressed for a hundred years!"
"Oh, there is such a thing?" After hearing the words of Holy Lord Mu Tian, many surprised voices sounded, and they all became somewhat interested in the life mentioned by Holy Lord Mu Tian.
A person in the imperial realm dares to negotiate terms with a saint. This little guy is a bit unusual.
"From what you said, it seems that I have met the most humble person." Another voice came out. This voice was very gentle and gentle, and it was obvious that it was made by an old man.
When the old man's voice came out, the space suddenly became a little quiet, and everyone seemed to respect the old man.
This old man is known as the Saint King of Taihua, and he is the second Lord of the Wilderness. Apart from the first Lord of the Wilderness, his qualifications can be said to be the highest.
The people present are all descendants of Saint Lord Taihua, and many of them appeared several generations later, hundreds of thousands of years later.
Saint Lord Taihua has truly experienced the prosperity of the ancient times and has the most extensive knowledge. Therefore, although the other desolate lords are proud, they respect him very much. Even though their strengths are not much different, they have all reached the highest level.
"For these three people to be able to enter here, they must have passed the test of Senior Yuqing, and to be favored by Senior Yuqing is enough to prove that they have good talents." A voice said.
Hearing the word "Yu Qing", the space once again experienced a brief moment of calm. Even the Holy Lord Taihua remained silent at this time.
Yuqing is the title of the first wasteland lord.
In this desolate tomb, if anyone has the highest status, it is undoubtedly the first desolate lord, Yuqing Shengjun.
The Lord of the Wilderness means the master of the Wilderness Territory. Everyone present was once the owner of the Wilderness Territory at a certain period. However, in the hearts of their Wilderness Lords, Holy Lord Yuqing is the real master of the Wilderness Territory.
He single-handedly created the wilderness. Without him, the people who came after him would not have come here, and they would not have achieved such high achievements.
"It's a pity that Senior Yuqing has been sleeping for many years, and I don't know when he will wake up. Maybe he will never wake up." Someone sighed. The era when Holy Lord Yuqing existed is too long ago. No matter how strong the soul is,
Nor can it withstand the erosion of the ages.
In anticipation of this, Holy Lord Yuqing kept most of his soul power in the statue on the ninth floor of the Sky Castle, leaving only a very small part in the deserted tomb.