Xu Qiantong's real body stumbled out, with scarlet blood stains oozing from his seven orifices.
She looked at the magical dharma body from a distance, and it was accompanied by strange phenomena of heaven and earth, which was also an invisible suppression.
Now that the self-dharma body is destroyed, the backlash rushes into the internal organs, disrupting the inner breath of the magic power, making the lips and teeth full of bloody smell, and even Jianggong Yuan Shen can't help but dim, with a few small cracks that are not very obvious, but if not Timely treatment will prevent endless troubles.
The situation is over!
She sighed secretly that such a monster appeared in this trial.
Xu Qiantong sized up the situation, no longer held on, and used the remaining magic power to escape, but Pei Xihe on the side did not move. The magic body dissipated into starlight all over the sky, and a transparent ball returned to the center of the soul's brow.
The first battle of this Dharma's true form has shown its full power!
Pei Xihe looked at the fleeing figure of the female cultivator, but did not urge the Heavenly Pearl to confine the space.
She had used up more than half of the mana she had previously recovered with her Dharma Body. Now she had defeated Xu Qiantong, but there were still cultivators watching the place, like a pack of wolves.
Once he shows signs of decline here, he will be swarmed.
She and Xu Qiantong should leave this battlefield as soon as possible and restore their magic power to its peak, so as to preserve the bronze medal in their hands.
After all, if he wants to continue fighting, Pei Xihe's magic power will definitely be insufficient, and he may not be able to survive the rest of the trial safely.
In addition, Pei Xihe didn't care about the bronze medals on this woman's body. She already had hundreds of them, and any more would just be an empty pile.
Xu Qiantong has extraordinary cultivation and superb Taoist skills. If they could meet again in Taixue, they might be able to interact with each other, learn from each other, and explore the mysterious path together.
She exhaled the turbid air, and the demon god transformation caused Shenwu blood to gush out a large amount of vitality to nourish the damaged area.
The Dharmakaya appeared before, shocking the surroundings. For a while, no one dared to attack and kill him like Xu Qiantong. Pei Xihe used the Heavenly Pearl to activate his magical power and hide away far away.
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"This female Dharma Realm is really powerful. She has just reached the level of Celestial Immortal. She is able to condense the visions of heaven and earth to accompany her. Even the Celestial Immortal in the later stage is difficult to achieve."
A woman wearing plain clothes is sitting on a high platform. Her face is not outstanding among practitioners, but rather dull. However, there is a heavenly meaning all over her body, like a precious jade containing light, or like a green bamboo in the rain, which makes people feel that it is Yuan Tingyue. Stand.
"My understanding of the great road must be high!"
A young man wearing a dark green robe sitting on the brown old cow made a bold assertion.
The true body of the Dharma is the second body of the cultivator and will grow with the cultivator. If it can light up a light in the darkness of the avenue from a heavenly immortal to a superior immortal, it will transform again.
"She has now collected hundreds of bronze medals. It is indeed good that she does not cling to unnecessary disputes."
The old man holding a bamboo stick snorted coldly, and the bamboo stick hit the jade wall.
"You may not be able to reach the top of the Eighth Immortal Tower."
An old woman in gray clothes slapped him on the head and silenced him.
"It's none of your business. You're only at the fifth level, but I'm still at the sixth level. Why are you so arrogant? You're just barking like a dog."
The old man's eyes rolled with dissatisfaction, like a naughty boy, but he had nothing to do, and he looked a little aggrieved.
The old woman in gray clothes looked into the water mirror, but the figure of the female cultivator in gold clothes was no longer visible.
She carefully recalled the morning sun transformed by the saber intent she had just seen, and a bit of confusion arose in her heart. Although the true meaning was different, the root cause was similar.
Could it be that he is the descendant of that old guy?
"What is her origin? It seems that her face has never been seen in the royal city?"
As it fell, an attendant came in holding the book.
When the cultivators entered the trial, their identity certificates were sensed by the acquired divine object "Huan Mirror", which echoed the word "Da Qian" and spontaneously read the information inside. If there was no such object, it would be typed out.
The attendant read in a low voice.
The immortals nearby were lamenting that he was only over five hundred years old, but the old woman was silently chanting the name "Zhao Fuxi" in her heart.
The surname is Zhao, which is correct, but was he born in Wanhan Xiaoqian World?
She suppressed some doubts in her heart and then looked.
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By the time Pei Xihe had recovered all the losses from the previous battle, half a day had passed again.
The seven-day trial finally came to an end, and the cultivators began to look for the remaining bronze medals everywhere in order to make up a hundred.
Eighteen hundred bronze medals allow at most 18 people to enter the second trial, but the remaining few hundred people are all filled with pride. How can they be willing to return without success?
Fighting and fighting, blood everywhere.
The beauty of this academy trial is that in this situation, the aura of the bronze medal cannot be concealed and can be easily sensed by cultivators. The more people there are, the more they will be attacked in groups.
However, Pei Xihe was able to use the Huandi Pearl to seize part of the power of the sacred ring mirror, and used the power of space to isolate the aura of the bronze medal. No one was looking for her, so she seemed extremely carefree.
Pei Xihe is now walking around, hiding in the dark.
She has verified the power of her true form, and knows exactly where her current strength lies. If she were not in a small space, the burst of magic power outside would definitely make the fallen ranking of the immortals climb up.
She sits and watches others fight, secretly figuring out the subtleties, learning from others' strengths, and being inclusive. This is the way to survive forever.
What's more, Pei Xihe's soul contains mixed vitality, and he has cultivated the "Eternal One Sutra", which can nourish thousands of sutras and collect their essence without worrying about the conflict between Tao and Dharma.
She sighed in her heart that it was worthy of being in the immortal world, Huang Ting Sutra, Zi Que Xuan Dou, Qingxia Minggui, Taihe Surabaya... they were all exquisite in Taoism and their power could reach the gods.
All the heroes come together in one world, but they only take the top.
In this way, the last days have passed. Pei Xihe has stabilized his understanding of the previous fierce battle. Now his magic power has improved, and there is a faint tendency to break through to the late stage of the first realm.
During the fight, at the moment of crisis, the whole body's magic power circulates, and Taoism derives mysteries. It has special benefits compared with meditation, and this is how the method of "fighting to support war" was born.
When the last day came, Pei Xihe removed the cover of the Huandian Pearl, and suddenly hundreds of bronze medals pinged among the mustard seeds in the storage, collided with each other, and came out.
They scattered into orange light spots, wrapped around his body, and then turned into a simple copper bracelet on Pei Xihe's wrist.
It is a familiar and majestic sound that resounds throughout this world.
"Seven days have come. Those who win 100 pieces will get a copper bracelet. They can enter the second trial. Use the copper bracelet to open the fairy puppet and verify the true power. After passing it successfully, you can choose the academy."
"Those who have not won a hundred coins will all come out."
Some cultivators roared unwillingly, but all they saw was white light spreading across the sky and earth, sweeping across the surroundings.
The green forest burned by Pei Xihe, the peaks shattered by the monks' fighting skills, the filled-up rivers and seas, and the ravines of the earth all disappeared before our eyes.
When the white light receded, everyone was on a huge four-corner chessboard.
Pei Xihe looked around and saw that there were only eight people left except himself.
He Ruofeng, He Shaoci, Cui Shantan, Yan Wujin, Xu Qantong, five of them were recognized by her.
Then there were three people, two women and one man. One woman was wearing a green embroidered phoenix skirt, and the other was wearing a ghost-faced armor. They were all very handsome.
The male cultivator has a smooth head with a Sanskrit seal on his head. He is a Buddhist cultivator.
Pei Xihe gathered her mind and looked forward. The copper bracelet in her hand flew away and fell into the heart orifice of the humanoid immortal puppet facing her. Its gray eyes suddenly shone with red light.
She knew that this second trial had already begun.
