Chapter 117 Chapter 116 Guidance! Rewards! Trial Tower!

"Go to the trial tower and give it a try!"

Su Changqing, who was eager to try, went straight to the formation.

Although experiments can also be done on the mountain peak, Wu Jiuling is resting and Wu Yong is also practicing.

If the noise is too loud, it will inevitably disturb others.

The trial tower is different.

It was a place specially used by the Xiaoxian Sect for its disciples to compete, not only in life-and-death fights, but also without having to worry about getting hurt.

It's just that once you go to that place, you have to pay a lot of spiritual stones.

Although Su Changqing did not have spiritual stones, the remaining resources were enough for him to make many breakthroughs.

…

Within a moment, Su Changqing came to the formation.

Wu Yong was still carving on the ground as he had been the previous days.

He looked very haggard, with red eyes, blood-stained clothes, and emotions about to collapse.

The constant deductions and constant failures these days made Wu Yong almost stunned.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, it's still wrong!"

Wu Yong lay on the ground with his eyes blank, smiling bitterly and murmuring, "Is it really impossible to cultivate this divine body?"

"Junior brother, you haven't fully understood it yet?"

Su Changqing came closer and asked with a frown.

"Ha." Wu Yong did not answer, but smiled sadly, "Senior brother is going to break into the tower?"

"I'll help you open it now"

At the same time as he finished speaking, Wu Yong casually dropped a formation pattern to activate the formation.

But Su Changqing did not enter immediately, but frowned and looked at the complicated formations on the ground.

After looking at it for a while, he looked at Wu Yong and said:

"Junior brother, I don't know the formation method, but I have practiced other similar techniques."

"The formation pattern you have engraved is different from ordinary formations. It is based on flesh and blood. It mobilizes the original power of the body to inscribe the formation."

"Although they are both formations, the methods are different."

With that said, Su Changqing came to the formations on the ground. After thinking for a moment, his fingertips were surrounded by energy and blood, carving out lines.

These lines are not formation patterns, but an understanding of mobilizing the origin of the physical body in the Jiuxuantian Medical Acupuncture.

He used these lines to break up the formations and rearrange them.

It's the same formation, but this time it's very different from just now.

One is the Dharma based on heaven and earth, and the other is the Tao based on the flesh!

"Junior brother, I don't know if this method of mine will work. You still need to experiment with the rest."

Glancing at the lonely and distracted Wu Yong, Su Changqing shook his head and sighed, then stepped into the formation.

This time, he chose the trial tower, the core level!

…

"They are all formations, but the methods are different?"

Wu Yong lay on the ground in a big glyph, looking at the sky blankly, murmuring with a wry smile,

"Senior brother, I am the legitimate son of the Array Dao family, and I am the most talented person in the Array Dao family."

"How can you, an outer disciple of the Xiaoxian Sect, understand my formation?"

With a sigh, Wu Yong, who rested for a moment, regained his composure and planned to deduce some more.

But when he sat up and looked at the new formation pattern on the ground, he couldn't help but look stunned.

"Is this still decently carved?"

Wu Yongben didn't pay attention, he just scanned it up and down unconsciously.

But the more he looked at it, the more frightened his face became, and the more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became.

After he had read it all and deduced it in his mind,

"Fuck!"

Wu jumped up with a jolt, looking at the formation patterns on the ground as if he had found a treasure,

"What a great talent!"

“I can think of such a wonderful combination!”

"Using the roots and bones of the physical body as the basis, mobilize the power of heaven and earth in the body to build the formation pattern!"

"Hahaha, wrong, it turns out I was going wrong all along!"

Wu Yong laughed excitedly, "I am building a formation within my body, but I am relying on the power of heaven and earth from the outside world. No wonder I vomit blood!"

"The formation base within the body uses external forces, and the two collide. It's strange that this divine body can be cultivated."

In fact, Su Changqing didn't do much, he just helped Wu Yong pierce the window paper covering his eyes.

Once your ideas are straightened out, all kinds of inspiration will come to you.

"Master."

Looking at the crazy Wu Yong, Lao Sun said worriedly:

"It's better not to practice. Your senior brother is just an outer disciple of Xiaoxian Sect. What kind of formation does he know?"

"If something happens to Xiu, it might not be as simple as vomiting blood."

Wu Yong ignored what he said and immediately sat down cross-legged and re-engraved the pattern on his body according to the pattern modified by Su Changqing.

When the formation patterns were all over his body and everything was ready, Wu Yong showed a ruthless look in his eyes, made a seal with his fingertips and shouted loudly,

"change!"

boom!

The formation pattern engraved outside the body did not activate the power of heaven and earth at this time, but rushed straight into the body!

"Young master, no!" Lao Sun was shocked when he saw this.

The power of the array can enter the body, how can ordinary people resist it?

But before he could stop him, bursts of light suddenly erupted from Wu Yong's body, and thousands of arrays flowed interlacedly!

"this"

Lao Sun was confused when he saw this, "Is it done?"

He looked at the formation patterns on the ground, and then at Su Changqing who disappeared into the formation, with a look of confusion on his face.

An outer disciple, with just a few casual instructions, allowed the direct descendant of the Wu family to practice a formation that he had never been able to understand?

"Master, is this senior brother really just an outer disciple?"

…

Demonic Peak, in front of the Trial Tower.

"Senior Brother Hahamo has won nine consecutive victories. As long as he wins one, he can obtain the top-grade Qingfeng Sword. This time he will definitely win!"

"That's natural. Senior Brother Mo is a core disciple. Dacheng's Blood Demonic Body has infinite power. Who in the same realm can resist it?"

"It's better to be careful. If the winning streak fails, the Qingfeng Sword will become someone else's wedding dress."

"Hahaha, junior brother, you are worrying too much. I dare not say that the divine body is at its peak, but it is a great achievement. Among the core disciples, there is no one who has not been beaten by senior brother Mo."

Xiaoxian Sect's trial tower once established rules in order to encourage the disciples to fight.

Anyone who wins ten consecutive games in the same realm will be rewarded with a trial tower listing for the month, which changes every month.

And Mo Xiong of Demon Peak has become famous within a month of the opening of the sect.

Among the core disciples, there are very few who have reached the first level of cultivation, and only a dozen who have reached the level of divine body.

During this period, except for those who practiced in seclusion, almost all the other masters of the divine body were defeated by Mo Xiong, winning nine consecutive victories.

The reason why there are no ten companies is not because of insufficient combat power, but because there are too few disciples in the same realm who participate in the core trial.

So much so that Mo Xiong waited for several days before the light in the core trial tower suddenly lit up, proving that a disciple of the same realm had started the trial.

"Hahaha!"

At this time, the tall and burly Mo Xiong looked at the lit trial tower and laughed loudly,

"When I take down the Qingfeng Sword, I'll treat my junior brothers to a drink!"

The top-grade spiritual soldiers on the ground level were very jealous even if they were the sect's geniuses present.

This thing can be sold for a high price no matter where it is.

And Mo Xiong was also confident. He had thoroughly investigated all the core disciples of the Xiaoxian Sect and those who had achieved divine physiques.

Absolutely no one is his opponent, and the Qingfeng Sword is regarded as a treasure in his pocket!

With a burst of laughter, Mo Xiong strode into the trial tower, and the light disappeared in a flash.

When the Demon Peak disciples present saw this, they all started talking.

"I bet that Senior Brother Mo will come out with a stick of incense, and I bet 10,000 spiritual stones!"

"Haha, I'll bet you that with Senior Brother Mo's strength, even if you don't need a stick of incense, a quarter of an hour will be enough!"

"Hey, you guys underestimate Senior Brother Mo, right? I'll bet for three minutes that I will win!"

"..."

The disciples chatted and laughed, and decided on the game.

Almost everyone placed bets, but they all bet on how long it would take Mo Xiong to win, and no one bet on him losing.

It's not that they are confident, but everyone knows how terrifying the power of Mo Xiong's Blood Demonic Body is.

…

Inside the trial tower.

As the light flashed, Mo Xiong appeared in the tower with a relaxed smile.

Opposite him was a disciple whose appearance was unclear.

Mo Xiong was not surprised. This was the rule of the trial tower. No one knew who the opponent was.

The purpose is to prevent someone from making secret threats for rewards.

"Hahaha boy, do you want to surrender or fight?"

Mo Xiong laughed and said, "Have you ever heard of my reputation, Mo Xiong?"

"Mo Xiong? I don't know him."

Su Changqing shook his head, and then looked at Mo Xiong, his eyes glowing with blazing light.

"It doesn't matter who you are, use all your strength and fight with me!"

"drink!"

Without saying any nonsense, Su Changqing stepped heavily on his feet, summoned all the strength in his body, and punched out hard.

This punch has no rules, no Taoist skills, it's just pure power!

Su Changqing wanted to experiment to see what his strength was at the core level.

The wind is howling!

A powerful and heavy punch came to Mo Xiong in an instant.

"Hahaha, ridiculous!"

Mo Xiong smiled brightly when he heard this, "Boy, go back and find out what the word Mo Xiong represents?"

"Fight with me?"

"You really don't know how to live or die."

As the words fell, Mo Xiong also gave a deep shout, the energy and blood all over his body exploded, and he punched out hard.

Woohoo!

Amidst the howling wind, the two men suddenly collided with each other with their fists powered by strength!

boom!

A clearly visible wave of air exploded!

Mo Xiong's tall body instantly flew out like a cannonball and hit the edge of the tower with a loud noise.

The space inside the tower instantly became quiet.

Su Changqing tilted his head, looked at Mo Xiong who was lying on the ground in confusion, and said hesitantly:

"Are you really a core disciple?"