Nine Turns Sword God

Everyone looked sarcastic, thinking that Chu Shaoyang was going to retreat.

However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Chu Shaoyang actually took another step!

Boom!

The pressure doubled!

Ten million jins of force crushed Chu Shaoyang!

The earth and rocks under his feet collapsed, and the gullies were crisscrossed, which was shocking!

Chu Shaoyang just sank slightly, and stood up against the pressure.

"He actually withstood it?"

All the warriors took a deep breath!

Among them, a two-meter-tall, muscular middle-aged man shouted: "Impossible!"

"It must be that the breath here has weakened, so he can take the second step!"

"Let me try!"

He stepped into the range of 100 meters.

In an instant, the five million jins of force pressed down.

The tall man staggered, obviously not expecting that the power here has not weakened at all!

"It must be that the pressure from behind has weakened."

"Otherwise, with such a fragile body, how can this kid withstand the pressure here?"

He didn't believe it, and burst out with the strength of 7 million jin in his body, and took another step!

Crack!

The moment he landed, his legs were directly broken by the huge force!

The sound of bones cracking all over his body burst!

All the bones in his body were crushed by the huge force, piercing the flesh and blood!

"Ah!"

The shrill screams scared many warriors who were ready to try.

"It seems that the power here has not weakened, but that kid's body is too strong!"

"Wang Mang is an old-fashioned physical cultivator, with a huge force of 8 million jin, but he still can't withstand the pressure of the second step."

"The physical strength of that kid is likely to exceed 10 million jin!"

There was no contempt in the eyes of everyone looking at Chu Shaoyang, only respect!

Looking at Dongzhou, there are many strong people.

There has never been a second person who can achieve such an achievement at the age of Chu Shaoyang!

Chu Shaoyang sat cross-legged and quickly adapted to the pressure here.

"Maybe, I can go a little further."

His eyes lit up.

If I guessed correctly, the pressure of the third step would be 15 million jin.

And he only had 11 million jin, which was far from enough.

But, with the protection of the Saint King Body Mysterious Art and the Qilin Spiritual Root, he could only hold on for a cup of tea at most.

Chu Shaoyang stood up again, and with countless exclamations, he stepped out again!

The third step, fell!

Boom!

With Chu Shaoyang as the center, a large hole collapsed directly within a range of ten meters around!

The rubble was crushed into powder by the pressure, burying Chu Shaoyang's knees.

Chu Shaoyang was bent by the pressure, his flesh and blood were torn, and the blood kept flowing!

But there was no fear in his eyes, only excitement!

Only a strong enough force could suppress his body to the limit!

Seeking a breakthrough in the limit!

The Saint King Body Mysterious Art and the Qilin Spiritual Root were both pushed to the extreme by him!

The seven-color mysterious light flashing on his body constantly resisted the huge force of 15 million jin.

Gradually, Chu Shaoyang began to adapt to the pressure here.

The flesh and blood healed, and the bones revived.

The strength of the body began to soar rapidly!

12 million, 13 million, 14 million...

Boom!

The power of the body exploded, creating invisible air waves, colliding with the pressure.

15 million jin!

Two completely identical forces were in a confrontation, and neither could do anything to the other.

"His strength is still increasing!"

"He can actually withstand the pressure of the third step!"

"15 million jin? Is he a monster!"

Countless physical cultivators were frightened and sweated.

If it were them, let alone taking the third step, they couldn't even withstand the pressure of the second step.

At this time, a second faint red light lit up on Chu Shaoyang's chest.

Although the light was faint, it already had the prototype of the second holy pattern.

Chu Shaoyang smiled with satisfaction, sat down cross-legged, and continued to temper the power of the soul.

Seeing that he was fine, Zhuge Tingxue and the others breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the trial to begin.

More and more warriors came after hearing the news, all over the mountain.

Suddenly, an eagle cry resounded through the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a blue eagle flapping its wings.

"The eleventh level monster of the Zhenwu realm, the blue spirit giant eagle!"

"Isn't this a monster that has long been extinct? How could it appear here!"

Countless warriors exclaimed.

The giant eagle fell, and a man jumped off the eagle's back.

It was Yun Zhong!

He looked at the people around him with contempt and said coldly: "You get out of here!"

The few people didn't know Yun Zhong's identity, and were so provoked that they were furious!

"Where did you come from? You dare to ask me to get out?"

"Looking for death!"

A thin man took action directly!

The eleven-meter-high Zhenwu spirit appeared out of thin air and punched Yun Zhong's head!

Yun Zhong snorted coldly: "Don't overestimate your own abilities!"

With a thought, the Zhenwu spirit soul, which was also 11 meters high, rose up and punched out!

Boom!

A roar suddenly sounded!

This punch directly blasted the thin man and his spirit away, and he fell to the ground vomiting blood!

"Only one punch?"

The warrior who originally wanted to teach Yun Zhong a lesson was trembling with fear!

Yun Zhong glanced around and saw that several people were afraid, and became more proud: "A bunch of trash dare to compete with this prince for a position?"

At this time, he noticed Chu Shaoyang's position.

"That position is good!"

The murderous intent in Yun Zhong's eyes soared!

The first time, he underestimated Chu Shaoyang's strength and lost to him.

The second time, Chu Shaoyang had the support of Feixue Pavilion and expelled him from Feixue Pavilion in front of everyone, making him lose face!

This time, he must kill this bastard!

Yun Zhong took a step forward and rushed directly towards Chu Shaoyang!

"Die!"

The eleven-meter-tall Zhenwu spirit smashed Chu Shaoyang's head with a punch!

However, when it was a hundred meters close to the gate, it was directly suppressed by the tyrannical aura.

Bang!

The man and the spirit fell to the ground fiercely, and fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud!

"What's going on?"

Yun Zhong was horrified and urged all his strength, but still couldn't break free.

"Forget it."

Chu Shaoyang didn't even turn his head: "The pressure here is unbearable for ordinary physical cultivators."

"Even if I sit here, you can't get up to me."

There was laughter, and it was the warriors watching who were laughing at him.

"Another fool!"

"The Chu guy is capable. He is not afraid of the pressure here, and he also uses the pressure to increase his strength."

"What about him? He doesn't know anything and fell to the ground like a dog chewing mud. It's ridiculous!"

The laughter became louder and louder.

Yun Zhong's face flushed red, and he almost gnashed his teeth in anger!

Helplessly, he couldn't bear the pressure here, and even standing up was a luxury.

"Little bastard, I will kill you!"

He roared helplessly, but couldn't move at all.

Chu Shaoyang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to condense the spirit spirit holy pattern.

Before he knew it, a day had passed.

Because of the existence of the holy light, even at midnight, the whole mountain was still as bright as day.

Suddenly, the door shook and opened with a bang!

A residual soul walked out of the door.

Dressed in green clothes, with an extraordinary temperament, only the upper body, but the lower body was like a soul, floating in the air.

"I am the gatekeeper of the Taichu Trial, Lin Chongshan."

"Collect all nine fragments to open the Taichu Trial. In addition to the fragment owners, the top 100 warriors have the qualification to go to the Taichu Holy Palace."