Listening to the messy sounds in the hall, King Nanjing's thick eyebrows frowned and coughed gently. Hearing the King Nanjing's voice, the people in the hall stopped talking, but there was still a strong curiosity, doubt, speculation, and confusion in their eyes.

"You are here just right." The voice of the King of Nanjing was cold and majestic, and there was no feeling at all: "I will announce something. This year's dynasty trial location is set at the second floor of the underground abyss. The trial is about to begin in one month. You must prepare well when you go down and not weaken the power of my King of Nanjing's mansion."

Hearing that the trial location was set on the first floor of the abyss, the people in the hall couldn't help but breathe a breath of air. There were countless demons everywhere in the underground abyss world. They were sinister and cunning, fearless and loved to devour the essence and blood of the monks.

It is rumored that there are several demon gods at the heavenly realm level in the eighteenth floor underground, and even the immortal aura is unwilling to provoke them. Moreover, even in the seventh sects of immortality and the four Buddhist sects, they will only go to the second level to hunt demons and yakshas and collect rare materials. Without the secret realm of magic power, they cannot convert the internal force in their bodies into magic power. When they reach the second level, they will basically be a life of death. The highest among the children of the royal family who are going to participate in the trial in the hall is the grand master. How could they not be surprised?

A trace of doubt flashed in Ye Qiu's eyes. He learned from the "Piaomiao Secret Book" that the Great Sui Dynasty conducted a dynasty trial every year. The princes, princes, princes, and children of various dukes in the royal family must participate as long as they are thirteen years old or less than twenty years old. On the one hand, the trial can increase these young children's practical experience and experience the realm of life and death. Only by experiencing the tempering of life and death can they be considered a true practitioner. On the other hand, the court will also select some outstanding talents from the trial and cultivate them. However, in the past trials, they will choose some safer places, because each participant's identity is extraordinary. If the loss is too great, even the Han emperor will face pressure. But why should he be fixed on the second level of the abyss this time?

"Aqiu, Wenjun, you stay. Let the rest go down and prepare." King Nanjing said in a deep voice.

When the rest of the hall heard that Ye Qiu was left behind by the King of Nanjing, they were puzzled. However, in the palace, the King of Nanjing was the sky, and no one dared to disobey his wishes.

There were four people left in the hall, King of Nanjing, Prince of the Palace, Ye Qiu, and Ye Wenjun.

"Aqiu, I'm surprised that you can recover." King Wang of Nanjing stared at Ye Qiu with sharp eyes: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"cannot."

"No?" As soon as the voice of the King of Nanjing fell, Ye Qiu felt the surrounding temperature drop rapidly, and an invisible pressure surged. He was like a small boat driving in the stormy waves, and he would be swallowed by the waves at any time.

Ye Qiu knew that this was an extremely powerful musical technique, a soul-suppressing song, and he practiced to the depth of his cultivation. When he could drink a word, his soul would be shouted out.

Back then, the King of Nanjing won the victory repeatedly with this invisible sound skills of killing people and made great achievements. However, Ye Qiu, with his powerful soul, keenly felt that the King of Nanjing had no intention of murder, and he was just preparing to test himself. So Ye Qiu was still standing there, motionless. Sure enough, the sound waves disappeared without a trace before they even approached him.

Seeing Ye Qiu's eyes still cold and indifferent under tremendous pressure, the face of King Nanjing finally showed a hint of surprise. You must know that there is great horror between life and death. People who can face life and death calmly often achieve great success.

The King of Nanjing nodded secretly in his heart. He knew that after fifteen years of illness and pain, Ye Qiu's mind was hard as hard as iron. In the future, he would definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort. It can be said that it was a blessing in disguise.

"Aqiu, not bad." The King of Nanjing laughed and sat back on her seat. At this time, the princess and Ye Wenjun reacted. Ye Wenjun immediately ran to Ye Qiu and stared at the King of Nanjing angrily. Looking at her appearance, if her father didn't give her a reasonable explanation, she would definitely pounce on him and strip his beard naked.

The King of Nanjing looked at Ye Qiu: "Although your spiritual will is strong, it is very unlikely to survive the trial of the dynasty."

"What, Prince, do you want Aqiu to participate in the imperial trial next month?" The princess's face suddenly turned pale.

"yes."

"But, Prince, Aqiu has just recovered today. How could he go to the trial?"

"This is the ancestral teaching of the Great Sui Dynasty, and no one can violate it." Seeing his princess's face full of worry, the King of Nanjing patted her on the shoulder: "Madam, there is still one month left. During this period, I will teach Aqiu some elixirs and techniques to try to improve his cultivation."

"This is the only way." The princess also knew that the ancestral teachings of the Great Sui Dynasty could not be violated at all.

Ye Qiu was not nervous when he heard that he had to participate in the dynasty trial. On the contrary, he felt a little excited. The golden body of the Ming King was extremely difficult. He only achieved a small success with Ye Qiu's will and spirit. He only barely broke through to the realm of the Grand Master in fifteen years. However, after practicing this magical power, Ye Qiu's accumulation was amazing. The power of ordinary master practitioners is about 200 horses, which is the outer disciples of the great master realm of the immortals, demons, and Buddhist sects, and the power is about 400 horses. Ye Qiu, who has practiced the golden body of the Ming King, has just broken through to the realm of the Grand Master realm, and his power has reached an amazing level. If coupled with his terrifying body and some Buddhist secret techniques, it is not impossible for even a cultivator who competes with the first level of supernatural powers.

Ye Wenjun didn't know that her third brother was actually looking forward to the trial that others feared. Now she looked worried and was full of thoughts on how to help his third brother survive the trial.

After thinking about it, Ye Wenjun waved his hand and a long sword carved with a hideous snake head. The curved sword appeared in the hall. As soon as the sword appeared, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped, and crystal snowflakes appeared in the air. Suddenly, a phantom of a hundred feet long, transparent snow-white python was vaguely seen wandering and roaring in the air. Without asking, Ye Qiu knew that this was the mid-grade spiritual weapon Qingling Sword inherited by Ye Wenjun from her master.

Quietly feeling the power of the Qingling Sword, Ye Qiu's face changed slightly. The power of a medium-grade spiritual weapon was so powerful. What about treasures, the best treasures, let alone the earth-shaking Taoist weapon. Thinking of this, Ye Qiu suddenly thought of the big monument in his sea of ​​consciousness. Just because this big monument could take him through time and space, Ye Qiu knew that it was definitely not an ordinary one. Because as far as he knew, ordinary Taoist weapons could not travel through time and space. Could it be that the big monument surpassed Taoist weapons?

Ye Wenjun looked at the Qingling Sword that was constantly flying in the air, and a trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes. However, she still handed the sword to Ye Qiu: "Third brother, this dynasty trial is very dangerous. You have never practiced it yourself, so you should take this Qingling Sword to defend yourself."

Ye Qiu knew that her sister's trial was not easy, and she also needed this sword very much, but she still resolutely kept the Qingling Sword for herself. This silly sister.

I was very moved, but Ye Qiu's voice was still as calm as water: "Good sister, don't worry, I will definitely come out of the trial third brother. You can use this Qingling Sword during the trial."

When Ye Wenjun heard that Ye Qiu refused to accept it, he was a little anxious: "Third brother, even if I don't have this Qingling Sword, I will pass the trial smoothly. You should use it."

"Haha, good sister, I believe third brother, I promise you that I will definitely come back alive." Ye Qiu's voice was filled with strong confidence, and at the same time, a strong aura soared from him, and it actually laid a painting in the sky, which faintly evolved from mountains, rivers, earth, and daily stars.

"Yeah? What a strong momentum." The King of Nanjing narrowed his eyes and looked at the pictures that were constantly evolving in the sky. "This momentum is only possessed by those who are in the world and are the only ones who are the only ones in the world. That kind of person has boundless magic power, and he follows his words and deeds. Every word and action has the supreme dominance of those who follow me and prosper, and who go against me and perish, and he will evolve into mountains, rivers, earth, sun, moon and stars. I have only seen it in the Human Emperor for so many years. How could Aqiu have such a terrifying momentum at a young age?

The King of Nanjing could not know that this momentum was developed by Ye Qiu in the past when he killed countless cultivators and continued to climb to the top of the world of cultivation. Although his strength is only at the level of the grand master, the lawless and supreme domineering momentum still exists.

Ye Wenjun just felt that the third brother suddenly became the center of heaven and earth. Every word he said was the truth and could not be refuted.

"Well, I believe in third brother." Ye Wenjun took back the Qingling Sword and smiled like a flower.

Seeing the brother and sister like this, the Prince of Nanjing and the Princess were very happy.

"You brother and sister are all back, be prepared, especially Wenjun. Don't be careless because of the Qingling Sword. You must know that your own strength is the most important." The voice of King Nanjing's King was filled with strong fatherly love, which was completely different from the cold and majestic voice when everyone was in the hall.

"If you know, you will know how to teach someone a lesson." Ye Wenjun spitted out her cute little tongue and left the hall with Ye Qiu.

"Prince, although the medium-grade spiritual weapon is very precious, there are still a few items in our palace. Why don't you give A Qiu one?"

"Haha, madam, at the beginning I planned to give Aqiu a medium-grade spiritual weapon, but I changed my mind."

"How did the prince change his mind?" The princess's voice was a little unhappy. She was still worried that her child would not pass the trial.

"Of course I have my reasons. Madam, have you ever made a mistake in your judgment for your husband?"
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