The three levels of immortals are actually more of the trial levels in front of the immortal gate.

It’s not that knocking the gate can really make people break through. The three Immortals are more like the simulation papers in the world over there, just to give you a question. As for whether you can do it, it’s not something that needs to be considered in the paper.

In front of Ling Qi was a huge valley, full of dry bones and magic weapons.

"It is said that this is actually fragments of the ancient battlefield that fell here tens of thousands of years ago. Later, a righteous immortal cast a spell and suppressed it here. A demon immortal got drunk here and cut down a sword. A Taoist set up four formations for his disciples to protect him." Mo Hulan blocked the pressure of the immortal magic for Ling Qi, and said in a popular way, "But these cannot be traced back. There are no four formations here, only the three formations of soldiers, people, and hearts."

"So this valley was cut by a demon immortal with one sword!" Ling Qi was a little unimaginable. The valley was raking across three hundred miles, but it still underestimated the monks in this world. But it was a pity that he embarrassed the vast number of time travelers. This ability to overturn mountains and rivers was enough to think about it in his dream.

Looking at Ling Qi who was screaming, Mo Hulan seemed to see her childhood self. She smiled slightly and walked to Ling Qi: "I don't know, even my master can't do this. Just listen to a story."

"Don't let the whole urban legend be true." Ling Qi felt that this is likely to be true, and there is still too much difference between mortals and immortals.

"?" The fairy didn't understand, but she was just a little stunned. After all, the most important thing at the moment is to knock on the door.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ling Qi felt like a knife was slapping flesh. It was still sunny now!

Looking at Ling Qi, who was still trembling slightly, the fairy shook her head and took out a coat and handed it to him. This place is too far from the village, so there are regular patrols here. Even if he can't come back, he won't have any accidents. The fairy knew it was futile, but she was thinking about persuading him for the last time: "Actually, you really shouldn't have come here. The pressure on mortals is too great."

Ling Qi wrapped his clothes tightly, stood up and said, "There must be someone who collects your body."

The fairy sighed and looked at the entrance of the valley in front of her: "Can't you say something good?"

"I don't know what to say?" Ling Qi looked at the corpses in the valley, his eyes were a little red.

Looking at Ling Qi like this, Mo Hulan didn't know what to answer, "I..." In the end, he walked down. It would be better not to say something.

"Come back alive." The words from behind were already crying. Mo Hulan didn't look back, afraid that he would give up in the end, so she waved her hand back and replied, "Okay."

Mo Hulan is actually very happy. After so many years of cultivation, his parents and relatives have long since no one cares about this woman with ordinary talents. A few of her generation have begun to knock on the immortal gate. At that friend’s wedding, only he could not even prepare gifts. Although his friend said that it would be fine if the person came, he still felt guilty and unwilling to accept it. Why should he have to suffer all the setbacks when he embarked on the road of immortal cultivation? In fact, looking at Ling Qi, he still had an envy that he couldn’t say. Such a person actually wanted to embark on such a path, but he knew that he could not persuade him, just like he could not persuade him. The words in the book meant this.

Thoughts scattered, Mo Hulan saw the first formation, the Daoyuan Soldier Formation.

The military formation asked the monks about the magical magic. What kind of magic weapon the monks would face, and how to solve their own attacks was to fulfill their own way. Some people had also taken the tricks to break into the formation with empty hands, but they were facing the power of heaven and earth, which was comparable to passing a tribulation, and eventually they only ended up in one body and died of death.

Mo Hulan cultivates a sword, which combines the Mo family's Duan Water Sword and the sect's Xiaoyao Sword. Duan Water wants to move forward, and Xiaoyao wants to do whatever she wants. Mo Hulan doesn't understand very well. She is really not talented, but at least she is diligent. She has practiced the Nine Styles of Duan Water and the Twelve Swords of Xiaoyao to great success.

After entering the military formation, Mo Hulan felt a gaze of calculating. She knew that it was the formation that began to detect her magic weapon and breath realm. Then she saw a sword in front of her, and Mo Hulan let out a breath. It seemed that the formation was not dead at the beginning. The sword attacked, and with her familiar forward momentum, Mo Hulan pinched a sword technique and slashed forward.

Mo Hulan took a step back, but was excited on her face. However, before she could calm her breath, four swords attacked again, with Xiaoyao's sword style. Mo Hulan looked at the attacking sword, her pupils shrank slightly, and four swords were released in succession.

"Ahem." Finally, the four swords were broken. But when Mo Hulan saw the nine swords that appeared again in front of him, he understood why this place was called dead again.

Mo Hulan had only time to get out eight swords and dodged one by mistake. Looking at the sixteen swords that appeared again in front of him, he stood up and shouted: "Come on."

Mo Hulan didn't understand the flaws of swordsmanship, but only knew how to use swords to break the sword. So when she forced herself to use sixteen swords this time, she was a little excited. Is she breaking through herself?

She actually wanted to prove something to the man who was still outside the valley, just like what he said about the hedgehogs huddled together to keep warm. But looking at the twenty-five swords in front of her, she felt that she might have lost her appointment.

"It seems that I only said my surname, which is a bit regretful." Mo Hulan was a little discouraged and said softly.

"Cough, ah." She didn't block all of them, and the four swords were missing. This was the limit she could do. Then she saw the thirty-six swords slowly emerging in front of her eyes, and even formed the small Xiaoyao sword formation of her sect.

In the sect, she doesn’t seem to have any good reviews in the sect.

"She is really working hard, she is just some things, she really has talent."

"But her surname is Mo, why is the Mo family so ordinary?"

"It is said that she has suffered a serious illness since she was a child, and when she was rescued, she was already weak."

"Have the Mo family tried to give me any pills?"

"Do you know how many people there are in the Mo family generation? Twenty-six, let alone the two geniuses Mo Qiuxin and Mo Shang. I can only say that the aristocratic families really don't care about family affection when doing things."

"well."

"well."

...

The comments of passers-by seemed to appear in front of me. Sometimes I really hoped that I would not have a surname, but unfortunately I had no choice. Last time I told Ling Qi that I could not find my own Tao, but I didn’t tell the truth. As a family, the Mo family would have their own Tao even if they imitated their predecessors. My Tao was actually broken by myself, I lost to a junior who was twenty years younger than me that year, or the rookie who lost to the sect that year. I don’t remember it, I only knew that I was stuck in my door and didn’t leave for several months before I was pulled out by my master. The master’s eyes at that time were really terrible, but unfortunately I knew that no matter how much comfort others could comfort me, I could not change the reality that I would never make any progress. It seemed that it was that time, the Tao in my heart was dark and vague.

"Come back alive." In a trance, she thought of the guy outside the valley, and felt a little more unwilling. She looked at the sword formation in front of her and finally decided to try it. At least she had done her best.

Maybe the distractions in my heart were less, maybe the mood at this time was more in line with the Mo family's sword technique. She heard the chanting of the sword, and it was the sword responding to her.

She made a sword, only one sword. When this sword faced the sword formation, the sword light dissipated little by little, and the sword formation shattered little by little, and eventually disappeared in the air.

"Cough." She covered her mouth, and there was a smell of blood in her mouth. The sword made her very tired and almost sleepy. But she knew that it was not over yet, and the sword in front of her turned into forty-nine, which was still a sword formation.

She looked at the sword formation in front of her. She only knew that she would die if she didn't shoot the sword, but she couldn't raise her hand. Thinking of the drunk guy, she suddenly didn't want to die so much. At least, let me tell him the name! So she simply turned the sword stance into a forward thorn and moved forward.

The sword formation was broken, and it was exchanged for seven additional sword injuries on its body. The sword injury was just a trivial matter. Mo Hulan just heard the sword crying. This sword is not a family-born sword or a sharp weapon. It was already the result of the ability to block such a sword formation last night and asking the master of the Sword Forging Pavilion to help.

Mo Hulan was really tired, but she knew she couldn't rest. If she fell down, she would really fall down. The first time she wanted to survive. But the formation didn't care about you, it was a sword formation. Mo Hulan looked at the sword formation in front of her and raised the sword in her hand with difficulty. She didn't use any sword technique, but just looked at the sky with one sword and then slashed it hard.

She was knocked to the ground by the sword formation. She knew that there were more than a dozen sword injuries on her body, but she had no time to take care of it. Because she saw a sword in the sky, a huge sword. This was transformed by the sword formation, she suddenly wanted to avoid and escape, but found that her legs were almost unable to stand up.

She began to regret why she was holding the airs of an immortal. If she put it down, the wine would be very happy. She simply sat cross-legged on the ground and placed the sword on her legs. She gently stroked the recast sword. She smiled happily when she heard the sword's whisper.

Then, the sword came out, and a sword turned to the sky, facing the giant sword.

She felt drowsy, and the powerful impact made her covered in blood. Her sword fell aside, and the flowing light on it faded a little.

But she knew that the formation had passed.

"It's finally over." She took out a few pills from the storage bag and swallowed them. Looking at the blood all over her body, she smiled a few times, then used a surgery with her right hand to remove the blood. When she stood up, she was still the fairy who was not stained with dust.

"Cough." She covered her mouth and looked at the next Daoyuan body formation, and her legs were trembling.

It turns out that I am afraid of death, but unfortunately I have no way to turn back after knocking on the gate. Even if I want to go back, I have no choice. No, it is a taboo to retreat before I enter. As expected, I still lack practice.

I sat there and recovered a little more, looked at the entrance in front of me, hesitated a little, and finally stepped forward.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something. Mo Hulan turned around and looked towards the top of the mountain over there, took out a wine pot from the storage bag, drank a sip of wine. He said softly to the distance: "Drink."
Chapter completed!