Chapter 2361
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Those who drank the wine and were trying their best to suppress the poison were all dumbfounded. "We can participate in the test regardless of whether we drank or not? Will there be any difference? "
Jun Qian said, "Of course there will be a difference. Those who drank are all poisoned. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to pass the test. Those who didn't drink are all fine. It will be relatively easier to pass the test."
"Pfft! — — "
Those who drank the poisoned wine were shocked and angry. With the poison acting up, they all spat out blood. Their bodies turned red and black as they fell to the ground.
Jun Qian said, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. I mixed the poison of this wine very well. It won't let you die. If you die, who will pay for my wine? Whether you drank or not, hurry up to the altar. The test is about to begin. "
Yang Qingxuan put down the wine bowl and walked towards the altar.
Those who drank ran towards the altar with all their might. But once they circulated their true essence, the poison acted up faster and they fell to the ground one by one. Those who didn't drink all laughed wildly. They ran as fast as they could and rushed up the altar.
A white clothed martial cultivator with an extraordinary appearance fell to the ground. His face was full of unwillingness. He stared at Jun Qian with resentment and roared, "I paid the money. Why didn't you tell me I could not drink the wine? I want a refund! "
Jun Qian said, "You paid the money. I only gave you a platinum guarantee. Let me tell you, those who paid you ten times the money didn't drink. With that little bit of money, you can only go so far. Remember to give me the money for the wine. "
That martial cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground.
"What kind of test is this? I want to go home …" A martial cultivator who was poisoned too deeply fell on the steps of the altar and rolled down.
Yang Qingxuan followed the crowd and quickly reached the first level of the altar. It was a small platform, filled with the lingering charm of time.
Yang Qingxuan just stepped on the platform and felt his entire body sink down. It was as if the gravity had increased by many times. He frowned and thought, "Gravity domain? No, it's not a gravity domain. "
This platform indeed contained the effect of the gravity domain. All the bones, muscles, and blood in his body were under pressure. His breathing became heavy.
But not only that, even the circulation of true essence in his body was very difficult.
"Hey, wait for me. Could there be another trap here?" Zhi Ren hurried up and followed behind Yang Qingxuan. After a few steps, she was already panting and sweating.
Yang Qingxuan said, "I don't know. Be careful."
Many Martial Cultivators fell on the altar one by one. Most of them had drunk the poisoned wine. Under the suppression of this strange domain, the poison began to take effect one after another.
There were also those who didn't drink, and they began to collapse on the altar.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with golden light. He lowered his head and saw a large number of strange patterns flickering on the ground. When he looked closely, he couldn't help but be shocked. They were all patterns of the Great Dao.
"What kind of treasure is this altar?"
Yang Qingxuan was extremely alarmed. This mystical suppression was caused by the dao pattern.
The surrounding cultivators fell down one after another, unconscious.
The fat on Zhi Ren's body trembled. Waves of fat surged from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.
Yang Qingxuan looked over and saw a faint layer of light surging on Zhi Ren's body. It was erratic. The Martial Cultivators on the ground and the struggling Martial Cultivators were all the same.
Suddenly, the ghost cultivator's voice rang in his ears. "This stage tests the soul spirit. The dao patterns on this level of the altar are all powerful divine arts that directly attack the soul and Dao heart."
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. "So powerful? But why don't I feel anything? "
Onishi sneered and said, "You probably don't know how powerful your soul spirit is, right? Tsk tsk, if I wasn't following you, I would do anything to eat your soul. You are originally the reincarnation of a strong practitioner, and your soul is incomparably powerful. You have also cultivated the second primordial spirit. Now, you have even gathered the six strongest martial spirits into one. Even the great god king's soul spirit isn't as strong as yours. "
Yang Qingxuan was delighted. "That means my soul spirit is number one in the universe?"
Onishi said, "Dream on. At least I'm stronger than you. Look to the left, there's a skinny man with a green face. That's a ghost cultivator. Ghost cultivators have a natural advantage in this level's test. But these dao patterns not only attack the soul, but also the Dao heart. You won't lose to either. "
Yang Qingxuan looked to the left. Indeed, there was a skinny man resisting with all his might. The skin on his face kept trembling. It was obviously very difficult.
"Ah!" Suddenly, that ghost cultivator shouted. His eyes turned red. He bared his fangs and brandished his claws on the altar. He went crazy and attacked the people around him.
Bang! Bang!
A few martial artists were hit by that ghost cultivator's palm. They all spat out blood and were sent flying from the altar.
Yang Qingxuan looked over and realized that the ghost cultivator's eyes were in chaos. It was obvious that he was forcefully resisting the dao patterns and was shaken to the point that he was delirious.
The martial artists in all directions were terrified. It was already very difficult to resist this dao attack. How could they resist a madman? They hurriedly hid in all directions.
There were even people who cried out, "I have money. I'll pay. Don't take the test. Just let me pass this level."
Yang Qingxuan stood on the spot. His right hand was in front of him, and he didn't care about the matter.
But after that ghost cultivator injured a lot of people, he rushed over and slapped at him with his claws. He let out a strange cackle.
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and lightly hit that ghost cultivator with his shoulder. With a loud bang, that ghost cultivator was sent flying.
Only then did the disturbance on the altar stop. But many people looked at Yang Qingxuan with shock. They tried their best to avoid this person and didn't dare to come close.
Yang Qingxuan continued to hold the hand in front of him and circulated the Formless Buddha's Sutra of Vows.
Those lines of the Great Dao emitted a huge impact that shook his body, cleansing his body and soul. Although there was a sense of pressure, there was also a trace of indescribable comfort. The barrier that hadn't moved for a long time began to change.
Yang Qingxuan took out a few Dragon Strength Pills and swallowed them.
"Senior Brother, that Yang Qingxuan swallowed the pills. It seems like he can't hold on."
Sikong Hao looked at the altar and suddenly said.
At this moment, there were only seven people standing below the altar. They were the seven disciples of Master Shen, also known as the Qianqiu Seven.
Jun Qian frowned and revealed a suspicious look.
Hanhan said, "I don't think so. Yang Qingxuan knocked someone off the altar just now. It's clear that the true essence in his body is strong and he's still at ease. So many people can still withstand it. I don't believe that Yang Qingxuan can't. "
Sikong Hao said, "Junior Sister Hanhan, it's not like we haven't been to this altar before. This level tests one's soul and Dao Heart. It has nothing to do with the strength of one's true essence. "
After saying that, he smiled and said, "But poor Yang Qingxuan. He doesn't know the mystery of this level. No matter what pill he swallows, it's useless. Otherwise, wouldn't those rich aristocratic family disciples all buy a king? "
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