The one who walked out of the fire door was a skinny giant old man. His body was surrounded by dense death qi. It was obvious that he was not a living person but a corpse devil.
Although this old man was called a giant, he was actually only fourteen to fifteen zhang tall. He was not a giant that could easily reach thousands of zhang tall. His skin was exposed, stiff and dark. It was unknown how long he had been dead. Only his crotch was wrapped with a tattered beast skin. Although that beast skin was old, it still retained a trace of ferocious beast qi. Obviously, it was peeled off from an extremely powerful ferocious beast.
His feet were shackled, making it extremely inconvenient for him to walk. Moreover, he was wearing a golden hoop on his head. His wrists, on the other hand, were free. He was carrying a huge sword with sawtooth on his shoulder. The surface of the huge sword was covered with rust and blood stains. Even after such a long time, it still gave off a soul-stirring killing qi. Obviously, when this sword was in good condition, it was once an Immemorial Devil Weapon with a high grade.
His movements were slow and stiff. Moreover, he was shackled by the shackles. Every step he took seemed to take a long time. However, every step he took could actually make the ground of Liuli City shake as if there was an earthquake. Moreover, he seemed to be able to do it with just his physical strength. This was a little terrifying.
One should know that Liuli City was filled with experts. Every place was reinforced by formations. The formations in important places like the Great Brightness Temple were even more powerful. Even if an Immortal Venerable attacked with his full strength, he might not be able to make the ground shake. However, this giant corpse devil did it with ease.
Even if his physical strength had not reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, it was probably at the level of a High Grade Immortal King!
The second round of the mausoleum seizing competition is divided into two parts. One is the Trial of Strength and the other is the Trial of Illusion. This corpse devil old man should be the one who is here to preside over the Trial of Strength … Ning Fan thought to himself. When his spirit sense touched the corpse of the old man, he was slightly surprised.
The skin and flesh of the old man seemed to have been refined by some kind of secret technique. As soon as his spirit sense touched it, it was bounced back and could not go deeper.
Even though he could not go deeper, Ning Fan could still sense a trace of ancient devil qi that was deeply hidden in the old man's body …
No wonder this old man's physical strength was so terrifying that he could easily shake the entire Liuli City. It turned out that he was an ancient devil when he was alive …
As soon as the old man walked out of the fire door, the residents of Liuli City outside the square immediately hissed. Their expressions were filled with disdain, fear and indifference.
Ning Fan found it hard to understand.
In the past, the one who presided over the first round of the mausoleum contest on behalf of the Southern Grassland was also a corpse demon. However, when that corpse demon appeared, tens of thousands of people kowtowed to him. It was obvious that his status was very noble.
And this Corpse Demon old man seemed to have an extremely lowly status. No one knelt down to worship him. There were even some residents of Liuli City who were not weak who threw rotten eggs and cabbages at the Corpse Demon old man from thousands of meters away.
A cultivator with cultivation base was actually doing something like throwing vegetables and eggs like mortals. How boring and ridiculous … However, Ning Fan did not know why he could not bring himself to laugh.
That corpse demon old man's face was stiff and expressionless as he walked out of the fire door with shackles on his legs. His intelligence was low, and his eyes were empty. He didn't understand why so many people threw rotten cabbages and rotten eggs at him, but he didn't care about it at all. He carried the rusty giant sword on his shoulder without bending his spine. Egg white liquid was flowing down his face, but he proudly raised his skinny neck. Under the disdainful and fearful gazes of the residents of Liuli City, he held his head high like a general who was returning victorious.
That unyielding and unyielding aura must be the last posture that this old man had before his death. Even though he had died and turned into a corpse demon with low intelligence, he still did not lower his head.
It was as if something from the corpse demon old man had infected Ning Fan, causing his expression to become solemn unknowingly. He slowly closed his eyes. The hand that was hidden in his sleeve secretly shot out a gust of magic power, blowing away the rotten eggs and cabbages that were thrown at the old man from a great distance away …
"Dammit! Who is the one who blew away my rotten eggs with a gust of wind?!"
"Humph! Could it be that someone is pitying this Shen Rank Corpse Demon?! What a joke! "
"Shen Rank Corpse Demons are all sinners!"
Curses could be heard everywhere. Naturally, no one knew that it was Ning Fan who did it.
* Rumble *
The corpse demon old man slowly walked to the bottom of the high platform. With a loud bang, he stabbed the rusty giant sword into the ground. Then, he clasped his fists and saluted the five emperors of the Middle State in a stiff manner. His back was still straight.
"Shen … Twenty-Three … greets … Your Majesties …"
The voice of the old man who was called Shen Twenty-Three reverberated in the area like thunder. Some of the weaker cultivators could not withstand the sound at all and felt dizzy.
Some of the residents of Liuli City even began to discuss among themselves after hearing the old man's words.
Ning Fan spread out his spirit sense to listen to their conversation. Only then did he understand why this corpse demon old man was despised by the people.
It was because he was different from the corpse demon that hosted the minor competition of the Southern Border. He was a Shen Rank Corpse Demon …
Since ancient times, the Great Humble Clan had the tradition of controlling corpse demons. Basically, every clan had a corpse demon that was guarding the clan. In the Great Humble Clan, there was a type of corpse demon that had an extremely high status. They only listened to the orders of the Sacred Mountain and they were called Sacred Envoys!
Sacred envoys were usually divided into two grades, First Grade and Second Grade. The Second Grade Sacred Envoys were mostly corpse demons below the Ten Thousand Ancient Realm. For example, the Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy who hosted the small competition in the Southern Grassland was a Second Grade Corpse Devil. The Second Grade Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy had an extremely high status. Most of the experts below the Ten Thousand Ancient Realm would need to kneel and salute when they see the Second Grade Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy.
The First Grade Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy had an even higher status. Most of them were corpse devils above the Ten Thousand Ancient Realm. Even some immortal emperors would need to show some respect to the First Grade Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy by cupping their fists and saluting him.
The Great Humble Clan's research on corpse demons was very profound. The First Grade and Second Grade Corpse Devils of the Sacred Mountain were generally more intelligent than ordinary corpse devils. They had the basic thinking ability and fluent language skills.
However, in fact, there was another type of corpse devil that was above the First Grade and Second Grade Corpse Devils. They were classified as the Shen Grade Corpse Devils …
The Shen Grade Corpse Devils were literally the First Grade Corpse Devils. They wanted to break free from their shackles and obtain freedom …
The Shen Grade Corpse Devils were basically from the First Grade Corpse Devils. They belonged to the unusual type of First Grade Corpse Devils. They were unruly and disobedient. They would rather be beheaded than kneel to anyone.
This type of Corpse Devil was unruly and unruly. Therefore, most of their originally high intelligence had been abolished. Each of them had an extremely low level of intelligence. It was difficult for them to even think.
The experts of the Sacred Mountain were still not at ease with this type of Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy. They were still worried that they would rebel based on their instinctive unyielding will. Therefore, they put special shackles on these Corpse Devils to seal their strength. The Demon Subduing Golden Hoop that was put on this type of Corpse Devil Sacred Envoy was also top-notch.
The Shen Grade Corpse Devils were generally regarded as traitors among the Sacred Mountain's Corpse Devils by the Great Humble Clan. Naturally, they could not have a high status. They were extremely humble existences.
On the high platform, all the Immortals and Buddhas looked at Shen Twenty-Three with disdain and indifference.
Today was the second round of the mausoleum seizing. Everything was decided by the Five Emperors. Among the Five Emperors, Heaven Du was the leader. Heaven Du Di faced Shen Twenty-Three. He was too lazy to open his eyes. He said indifferently, "You can start the Trial of Force!"
"Yes."
In the face of the group of Buddhas, Shen Twenty-Three did not know why, but there was a sudden violent thought in his heart. He wanted to destroy some of the shackles in front of him.
However, just as this violent thought rose, the dim golden hoop on his head flashed with light at the right time. He displayed his divine ability and suppressed all the violent thoughts in his body.
Crack crack crack! It was the sound of the Golden Hoop constantly shrinking and squeezing his skull!
Shen Twenty-Three's skull was so hard that the Golden Hoop could not break it no matter how hard it tried.
He had been dead for many years. He could not feel any pain from the squeezing. He only touched his head in puzzlement after the violent thoughts were suppressed.
What happened?
He didn't understand.
Although he didn't understand, there were two lines of unwilling blood tears flowing out from the eyes that had been dead for many years. But halfway through, the tears dried up because there was not much blood left in his body.
Seeing Shen Twenty-Three's sudden madness, the audience was naturally shocked. Fortunately, when they saw that Shen Twenty-Three was still tamed by the Golden Hoop, they were all relieved.
Some of the residents of Liuli City scolded and teased him in a bad mood.
As expected of the Shen Rank Corpse Devil. It's very dangerous. But so what? It still has to surrender to the Buddhist Dharma.
Ning Fan frowned, but he didn't say anything.
The first round of seizing the mausoleum was a small competition between the grasslands. It was divided into two parts, the written test and the martial test.
The second round of seizing the mausoleum was the Middle State Grand Competition. It was divided into the Trial of Force and the Trial of Illusion.
The Trial of Force was mainly to test the physical strength of the participants. If one didn't have a certain level of body refinement, he would not be able to get a good result in the Trial of Force.
In this round, there was no need for the participating teams to fight against each other. Instead, each team would take turns to take the test of the Corpse Devil.
The content of the test was very simple. Each team was required to cooperate with each other to take on the giant sword of the Corpse Devil. The total score of the team would be increased by one hundred points every time they took on the sword.
There was only one requirement. In this round, they couldn't use the ability to control treasures from a distance. They couldn't use any magic techniques. They couldn't even use medicine soul type secret techniques to enhance themselves. Instead, they had to use their physical strength to take on the attacks of the Corpse Devil.
Obviously, body refinement cultivators had the upper hand in this round. The teams with more body refinement cultivators would have an advantage. Obviously, it was much easier for them to take on the attacks of the Corpse Devil when they worked together.
This Shen Twenty-Three's strength was extremely terrifying when he was alive. However, after he died, he was restricted by the golden hoop and shackles. His strength was sealed and he couldn't exert much of his strength. I wonder how many sword attacks of his can I take with my ancient devil cultivation base … Ning Fan thought to himself.
After greeting the five emperors, Shen Twenty-Three began to explain the rules of the second round of seizing the mausoleum to the participants. His speech was not fluent. His sentences were strange and hard to understand. Sometimes, he would even say a lot of incomprehensible words. Fortunately, all the participants had some understanding of the rules. They didn't need to listen to the explanation of the Corpse Devil. There were not many people who had the patience to listen to him. All of them began to close their eyes and rest, waiting for the start of the trial of force.
After explaining the rules, Shen Twenty-Three opened his mouth and spat out a golden ball of light. He threw it towards the sky. From the ball of light, one hundred and eight rays of golden light scattered and flew towards the one hundred and eight teams.
Among them, there was also a ray of golden light that flew towards Ning Fan. Ning Fan stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a square golden token with the words' Southern Border Ta Mu 'written on it.
This was the scoreboard of the second round of seizing the mausoleum. It recorded the results of the teams. Naturally, they couldn't use the identity token of the first round.
Since Ning Fan was in a team alone, the scoreboard naturally fell into his hands. As for those teams with many people, the scoreboard would be held by the person with the highest cultivation base.
Suddenly, the scoreboard of one of the teams shone brightly.
It was the team of the Tiger Subdue Tribe from the Golden Cloud Grassland. As soon as the light shone, the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe immediately understood what it meant. They walked out from their teams and walked towards the Corpse Devil.
The scoreboard would light up randomly. Whichever team that lit up would be the one to fight.
The Tiger Subdue Tribe wasn't a strong tribe among the three thousand tribes of the Da Bei Tribe. However, it was considered to be above average. There were twenty experts in the team. Each of their physical bodies was strong and their qi was not any weaker than She Kong's qi. In addition, there were three great Fragmented Thought Realm cultivators. All of them were at the Early Realm of Cultivation and had strong muscles.
Obviously, the Tiger Subdue Tribe was well prepared for this Trial of Strength. The people that they sent to participate in the second round were all body cultivators.
The leader of the Tiger Subdue Tribe was a tall middle-aged man. He walked forward arrogantly and said to Shen Twenty-Three. "Please enlighten me!"
"Give me … a gift … If you don't … I will kill you …" Shen Twenty-Three suddenly pulled out the huge sword that was inserted into the ground. He carried it on his shoulder and said in a stiff tone.
"Hehe. It's a gift. Of course, I will give it to you …"
The middle-aged man coughed a few times. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of phlegm on Shen Twenty-Three's body.
After the middle-aged man, the other experts of the Tiger Subdue Tribe also came forward and spat at Shen Twenty-Three with disdainful eyes.
They were not short. However, when placed together with Shen Twenty-Three who was like a giant, they were too short. They could only spit on Shen Twenty-Three's legs.
Shen Twenty-Three's body was already covered with rotten eggs. He was already in a sorry state. Now that he was spat on, he looked even worse. However, he nodded his head in satisfaction. "This gift … is very good … I like it … I won't kill you … Now … the trial begins …"
"Come on!" The people of the Tiger Subdue Tribe laughed.
Outside the public square, among the residents of Liu Li City, many of them could not help but laugh.
Too stupid. The Shen Rank Corpse Devils were really stupid!
It was rumored that the memories of the Shen Rank Corpse Devils were destroyed, changed, and despised by others. However, now that they saw it with their own eyes, they knew that it was not a lie.
They were really too stupid!
"What's so funny …?"
Ning Fan suddenly felt a sense of desolation in his heart.
He did not know what was the name of Shen Twenty-Three when he was alive and what his background was. However, he could imagine that he was a dignified and unyielding ancient devil warrior.
When he was alive, he would rather die than to lower his head. Until now, he still maintained this unyielding posture. After he died, he became a corpse devil. It would be fine if he was a real corpse devil. However, he had to suffer humiliation in front of countless people …
If Shen Twenty-Three knew that such a day would come, he would rather explode his physical body than leave a complete corpse …
No one could hear Ning Fan's inner voice. Not all of them felt that it was funny. Some of them frowned. However, there were too few of them …
The Trial of Strength began amidst the cheers and laughter.
The people of the Tiger Subdue Tribe were already prepared. They lined up in a straight line and faced Shen Twenty-Three.
When Shen Twenty-Three swung his sword, everyone raised their weapons and acted at the same time in unison to block his giant sword.
Even though it was far from Shen Twenty-Three's full strength, it was still extremely frightening.
The length of the giant sword was actually slightly longer than the group of twenty people. When the sword swung down, the heavy sword qi created a huge gale that whistled and reverberated in the ancient public square.
The collision between the twenty swords and the giant sword was like a collision between two cultivation planets. The tremendous force caused the surrounding space to distort.
On one side was a small group of twenty people while on the other side was a giant that was fourteen to fifteen zhang tall. The scene was quite spectacular.
In the end, Shen Twenty-Three, who was tall and strong, had a slight advantage in this collision. Even though the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe managed to block his first attack, six or seven of them either had their weapons broken or were bleeding from their palms. All of them were shocked.
Was this the Shen Rank Corpse Devil with limited strength?! Even if it was not at its peak, it still possessed such terrifying strength. It was really not to be underestimated!
The experts of the Tiger Subdue Tribe did not dare to be careless. All of them took out their weapons again. Without giving them much time, Shen Twenty-Three swung his sword again. The force of his attack was still so strong that it created a huge gale.
The hair bun of some of the experts of the Tiger Subdue Tribe was blown away by the strong gale. Their messy hair scattered in the wind, making them look extremely disheveled.
The members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe still managed to block the second attack.
Then, it was the third attack, the fourth attack …
Shen Twenty-Three's strength seemed to never run out. Every time he swung his giant sword, his strength did not weaken at all.
However, the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe were gradually losing strength. By the eleventh attack, some of them were starting to run out of strength and had no choice but to retreat.
By the nineteenth attack, the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe who still had strength were only the three early-stage Thought Fragmentation Realm experts.
By the twenty-fourth attack, even the three early-stage Thought Fragmentation Realm experts were exhausted. They had no choice but to call a halt to the twenty-fifth attack.
Twenty-four attacks meant two thousand four hundred points. The leader of the Tiger Subdue Tribe, a middle-aged man, looked at the score on the scoreboard and sighed softly. It was good enough to get such a result in the first round. If they continued, they would be exhausted and injured.
Seeing that the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe had called a halt to the trial, Shen Twenty-Three did not continue his attack. He put down his giant sword and stuck it back into the stone ground.
He said indifferently, "Next."
As his voice fell, another team's scoreboard shone with a golden light.
Then, the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe retreated and the second team stepped forward.
The second team was the Valley Tribe from the West River Grassland. This Valley Tribe was not as strong as the Tiger Subdue Tribe. They gave up after taking fourteen attacks from Shen Twenty-Three. There was nothing special about the entire process.
Of course, just like the members of the Tiger Subdue Tribe, before the trial began, Shen Twenty-Three still said the same thing stupidly.
"Give me … a gift … If you don't give me … I will kill you …"
Then, the gift he received was still a mouthful of phlegm from the members of the Valley Tribe.
Then, Shen Twenty-Three nodded his head stupidly in satisfaction.
He was very satisfied with this gift …
It was not that he was really satisfied. It was just that his memory was purposely changed and he felt that it was a good thing to be spat on.
"The person who changed Shen Twenty-Three's memory really has a bad sense of humor. Is it fun to humiliate a dead person like this …" Ning Fan frowned even more.
He felt that the laughter of those who laughed at Shen Twenty-Three's stupidity was ear-piercing and annoying.
After the Valley Tribe, it was the Skyhowl Tribe's turn. They got sixteen attacks.
After them, it was the Purple Sand Tribe's turn to take part. The Sea Bow Tribe's result was nine attacks … Not all the tribes sent a large number of body cultivators to take part in the trial. There were also some teams who came with the intention of giving up on the Trial of Force and focusing on the Trial of Illusion. Thus, they did not send too many body cultivators in their teams. Thus, the results of the Trial of Force were naturally not optimistic.
Time passed by slowly. More and more tribes obtained the results of the Trial of Force. However, there were only a few tribes who obtained more than twenty attacks.
There were already seventy to eighty tribes who obtained the results. However, only six of them obtained more than twenty attacks. Among them, the highest result was thirty-three attacks.
Up to this point, the trial had been going on peacefully. The spectators who were watching the trial gradually became bored.
Ning Fan, on the other hand, knitted his brows tightly. He had seen the scene of Shen Twenty-Three being spat on for fun for seventy to eighty times. Of course, he would not feel happy about it.
He did not like insults to his dignity.
The only thing that interested him was that Sovereign Tu, who was hiding in the Illusory Sea Tribe under the alias of Qing Ling, also did not spit on Shen Twenty-Three. Instead, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the phlegm on Shen Twenty-Three's leg without caring about how dirty it was.
His action directly enraged Shen Twenty-Three! With his limited spiritual intelligence, he could not understand why that woman called Qing Ling would wipe off his gift. In a fit of rage, he swung his giant sword even more fiercely. It directly caused the sword force that the Illusory Sea Tribe had to endure to be much stronger than the other tribes.
Of course, their result was even worse!
The pitiful Illusory Sea Tribe was not a tribe that was good at body refinement in the first place. Moreover, they had to endure Shen Twenty-Three's angry treatment. Thus, they only obtained a pitiful result of four attacks, placing them at the bottom of the entire Trial of Force.
Ning Fan even deliberately released his spirit sense and heard the funny conversation between the members of the Illusory Sea Tribe.
"Damn it. You are really being naughty again. Why did you provoke this Shen Twenty-Three for no reason?! Don't you know that the better you treat Shen Twenty-Three, the more he thinks that you are up to no good!? They are all fools. They are so stupid. You went to take advantage of your kindness and enraged him, causing us to be at the bottom. You … You … Just wait and see how I will deal with you on the bed when we return home after the Mausoleum Seizing Battle! "That was Qing Ling's husband – the man with a scar on his face.
As for Qing Ling, she lowered her head as if she had been wronged. Her eyes that no one could see were filled with extremely terrifying killing intent.
Ning Fan actually laughed for the first time when he saw this scene. He could imagine that Sovereign Tu's heart must be broken at this moment!
Being ordered around by a man with a scar on his face who was just a man with a scar on his face must be unbearable …
As Ning Fan expected, Sovereign Tu's heart was indeed broken at this moment. If it wasn't because she had yet to achieve the purpose of this trip, she almost wanted to expose her identity and kill him.
Damn it! What kind of lousy identity did her subordinates arrange for her?! Not only did she become someone's Dao companion, she even got teased and humiliated by him … She even had to deal with him on the bed! * Hehe * * Hehehe * After I finish my task, I will definitely repay those few foolish subordinates of mine! *
Unfortunately, in Ning Fan's eyes, the previous trials were just a small highlight.
Fortunately, just when the audience started to feel bored, a dark horse team of the second round of the Trial of Force appeared on the stage. Instantly, everyone's spirits were lifted!
The Chi Feng Tribe! That was a team that had an Immortal Venerable expert like Venerable Hong Zang!
Finally, a decent team has appeared … (To be continued.)
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