There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Just like yesterday, Nie Wushuang stood at the back of the team.

Just like yesterday, the evil spirit at the front of the team stood up, came to the middle of the hall, and started fighting.

Compared with yesterday, it was even more unbearable.

The first fight had just ended when the gray-robed Taoist on the shrine made a judgment.

"Eliminated!"

Suddenly, purple fire emerged from his body and drowned him.

In the hall, there was a painful wail.

In Nie Wushuang's previous life, death was like the extinguishing of a lamp.

Death was the end of everything.

So there is a saying that debts are cleared when a person dies.

This world is not like that.

Some people died, but they are still alive.

They seem to be alive, but they are actually suffering.

Just like these apprentices who were sent to the Taoist temple by the martial arts school and died unjustly, after they died, they were still trapped in the Taoist temple and could not pass the test. Every night, they had to feel the torture of death again, seemingly endless and never free.

Never!

I must not fall to that point!

Nie Wushuang swore in his heart!

If I could get out of here one day, I would definitely repay the martial arts school's "favor".

Such a deep favor must be repaid!

This time, just like yesterday, only two evil spirits passed the test, and Nie Wushuang was the last one to go on stage.

Yesterday, he was still a little nervous.

Tonight, the nervousness disappeared.

The boxing stance of the Great Perfection Realm is a step higher than the Mastery Realm. If the Perfection Realm is the pinnacle, the Great Perfection Realm is the perfection.

In this situation, everything about the boxing stance is clear in mind. When boxing, there is no need to think at all. It is already the level of boxing before the mind, just like you can speak when you open your mouth and grab things when you raise your hands. It has become the instinct of the body.

Once the boxing stance is unfolded, it is immediately different from others.

The boxing stances of the two evil spirits who passed the test are just a combination of form and spirit, and the whole artistic conception is far inferior to Nie Wushuang.

The gray-robed Taoist on the shrine is a great man who knows what he is doing.

At that moment, a faint red light flashed on his body.

Of course, Nie Wushuang knew nothing about this. He was completely immersed in the boxing stance, with no distractions.

Being able to distract himself was the level of the Great Perfection.

The short twelve-way boxing stance was completed in a few breaths.

After completing it, Nie Wushuang gathered his mind, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After a while, he opened his eyes. After opening his eyes, a pale face with blurred features came into view, accompanied by a dazzling blood-red light.

His heart suddenly tightened and he made a sound.

Suddenly, a great terror fell from the sky.

It passed by him and landed on the immune clone on the side.

A blood-red light ignited on the immune clone, as if it was surrounded by an extremely polluted sea of ​​blood, making a hissing sound.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, on the panel.

The data changed rapidly.

Damage, 25/100

It was only 5 before, but now it suddenly jumped to 25.

And it was still jumping up little by little, and the blood volume dropped sharply.

26

27

28

…

Critical!

Very critical!

Why is this happening?

The gray-robed Taoist had been standing on the shrine, why did he suddenly come down and suddenly appear in front of him? The distance was so close, and the pollution was particularly serious. In this case, how long can the immune clone's blood volume last?

Thoughts flew all over his mind.

Nie Wushuang controlled himself and never panicked.

He took two steps back, trying to distance himself.

However, this move was in vain.

The gray-robed Taoist did not move, but the distance between them did not increase at all. The face with blurred features was still there, just the same as before, and the distance from Nie Wushuang was exactly three feet.

Although the features of this face were blurred, Nie Wushuang felt that he was examining him.

This examination seemed to be mixed with some emotions.

What kind of emotion, good or bad, Nie Wushuang had no idea and could not sense it.

"Good!"

After a while, there was a sound in the void.

"Keep it up!"

The tone was smooth and emotionless.

The next moment, a red light flashed in front of Nie Wushuang's eyes.

The figure of the gray-robed Taoist disappeared, and at the same time, the two evil spirits also disappeared. The purple light went out, and darkness fell again, covering the Taoist temple.

"Huh!"

Nie Wushuang was panting heavily.

Sweat was pouring down, soaking his clothes.

After all, he is still a human being!

Even if the will is firm, even if there is a golden finger blessing, he will still be afraid when he should be afraid, and he will still be uneasy when he should be uneasy!

Just like people feel pain, it is because of pain that they know what can endanger their lives, what to do and what not to do. Pain is a warning to the body, allowing you to avoid some injuries in advance.

Terror is the same!

Ignore the pain, ignore the terror...

It doesn't mean you are a warrior, it only means you are a reckless man who doesn't know the height of the world.

In the darkness, Nie Wushuang sat cross-legged, frowning, and fell into deep thought.

Why is this happening?

He only found one reason.

That is, his performance was too outstanding.

Today's assessment only requires proficiency to pass, that is, the boxing stance can be both physical and spiritual, and he has pushed the realm to the realm of great success, the boxing stance is perfect, the boxing is ahead of the mind, and it has formed a physical instinct.

In Nie Wushuang's opinion, this gray-robed Taoist should be the successor of the Great Sun Jinwu Sect.

Even if he is dead, even if he has turned from a wisp of divine will into something strange, passing on the Dharma for the sect is still an obsession engraved in his soul. It still exists because of this obsession, which is also the foundation of the existence of the Taoist temple.

Passing on the Dharma!

Passing it down from generation to generation!

Therefore, there is this trial!

Test after test, until he finds a good seedling that he thinks can become the successor of the sect.

The logic is very simple.

If you can pass it, you live, if you can't pass it, you die!

You can't give up even after death, you have to repeat the test again and again!

When will this test end?

Practice all 108 fist postures of the Great Sun Golden Crow Blood Nourishing Chapter to perfection?

Strengthen bones?

Refining organs?

Internal strength?

One level after another?

There are not enough clues, and Nie Wushuang can't judge.

On the side, the immune clone sat silently, with a faint red light.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, on the panel, the data in the damage column no longer jumped up, but dropped very slowly bit by bit.

After dawn, it may be back to normal.

Slightly hungry, lacking energy.

Nie Wushuang swallowed a blood-nourishing pill.

What to do?

Keep a low profile and hide your strength?

Or do your best?

Do your best, there will be changes, and only with changes, there will be opportunities.

Of course, there may also be danger.

The Great Sun Golden Crow Blood-Nourishing Chapter!

Apart from here, it is impossible to find another foundation-building method that fits you so well and is so powerful.

Compared with it, the three-form fist of Shangyang Martial Arts School is just dregs!

Those people in the martial arts school treat themselves as consumables!

But they don’t know that they have given themselves a real fortune!

In this case, then risk your life and fight!

How can a real man be timid in the world!

After taking a deep breath, Nie Wushuang made a decision.

The next moment, he summoned his martial arts clone and continued to practice the boxing frame. He must push this boxing frame to the perfect state tomorrow.

Finally, he reached the great perfection.