In the underworld, life is not respected, so no one except Zhuo Yunxian understands what Dashan is insisting on.

The more persistent a person is, the stronger he will be in the end.

On the altar, Dashan's body had reached its limit, his eyes were covered in blood, and his mind was full of tragic scenes of beast tide fighting with his fellow villagers.

He was an ordinary mountain citizen, and his early death made him know the difficulties and shortness of life, so he respected life more than many people and cherished life more. He wanted to live well, and this idea was somewhat similar to Zhuo Yunxian.

Perhaps it is precisely because of Dashan's personality that Ning Fengji and Wei Dongli are optimistic about his future, and even plead with Zhuo Yunxian for him.

"That boy, he...he hasn't given up yet!?"

"How is this possible? We can't hold on for even twenty breaths, but he can hold on until now?"

"He is really an ordinary mountain citizen? Maybe he is a reincarnation of a powerful man, right?"

"Will a real powerful person be reincarnated into the underworld?"

There was a lot of discussion around, and many people even stared at the eyes widened, looking in disbelief.

At this moment, the mountains were all attentive, and even the shadows of ghosts and gods in the air were in silence.

...

In the pavilion, Lu Li's brows were tightened and his expression was quite nervous. After all, it was difficult for a genius with extremely high bloodlines to emerge in Yinshan. He didn't want the other party to lose here just like this.

"Sir, do you want to stop?"

Hearing Lu Li's persuasion, Li Hun Ghost showed hesitation, but after thinking for a moment, he finally shook his head and said, "Seeking wealth and honor in danger, real gold is not afraid of fire. This test may not be an opportunity for this son... He can insist on the present, maybe he can really withstand it. If he can create a miracle, I will make an exception to accept him as his personal disciple."

Lu Li was slightly stunned, and then sighed secretly. He knew that Li Hun Ghost Suit wanted to take a try. If Dashan could survive this level, it would be worth the more cost to win over and train Li Hun Ghost Suit.

On the other side, Ji Mingyu opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. His expression was extremely complicated. However, in this situation, he really didn't know what to say, so he could only curse the mountain in his heart that he would not die well.

It is obvious that Ji Mingyu did not have the mysterious means like Ning Fengji, so it is naturally impossible to curse the mountain to death.

With a hint of obsession, Dashan withstood the erosion of the will of ghosts and gods. It was not until the pressure dissipated that he collapsed weakly on the altar, and was then rescued by Lu Li and Li Hun Guishuai. Li Hun Guishuai even gave Dashan a pill for a heavy treasure, which soon helped Dashan recover.

Now, the results of the selection of the second level have become very obvious. Although some people are still unwilling to give up, they have to admit that the mountain's tenacity is definitely not comparable to ordinary monks.

However, just as the teenagers were about to leave, Li Hun Ghost Soldier suddenly spoke: "Don't be impatient. In fact, the second level test is only approved by ten breaths, so you are all qualified to participate in the final life and death trial."

"What!? Ten breaths!?"

"What the lord said is true!? Then we all passed!?"

"Haha, we've passed!"

The selected teenagers were both surprised and happy, especially the three young master Yin Tong, who could not stop his complacent eyes.

It turns out that if you insist on ten breaths, what is Dashan’s performance just now? Is it useless to do it? Or is it self-indulgent?

Many people subconsciously looked at the mountains, like looking at fools. Although no one spoke up, their gloating eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

Dashan lowered his head and remained silent. He was not excited by his success, nor was he inferior and pity for others' cold eyes.

After being baptized by the will of ghosts and gods, Dashan's nature has begun to transform... Simply put, Dashan and Yin Tong San Shao are no longer people of the same level. His future is destined to be infinitely broad, and Yin Tong San Shao and the others are also destined to be their ordinary destiny.

...

"These people are so hateful!"

Lu Tong was inexplicably angry. She didn't know why she was angry. She just simply believed that those who worked hard should be recognized and respected. At least she didn't think Dashan was a fool, but instead admired the other party's persistence.

Zhuo Yunxian glanced at Lu Tong in surprise, and a perfect thought flashed through his mind.

...

At the same time, Li Hun Guishuai continued: "The next level is the third level, the life-and-death trial. I will send you into the secret realm of purgatory to find your own opportunities. As for the end of life or death, it all depends on your luck."

This level is very cruel, and the fittest survives, but the boys are not afraid on their faces, but instead show an expression of eagerness to try. After all, this is a land of the underworld, and the strong are natural for the strong to survive. They have to fight for it in order to survive.

"Boy, I hope you don't meet this young master, otherwise...huh!"

Yin Tong San Shao deliberately passed by Dashan and whispered a few words.

He was not afraid of the mountains, nor did he think about the consequences of failure. In his opinion, the genius who was alive was the real genius, and the person who survived in the end must be himself, because Yin Tong San Shao had the secret treasure given to him by the ancestor in his arms, which was his confidence.

At this time, Lu Liruo looked at Dashan with deep meaning, then withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Diet is fate, success or failure is in heaven. I hope you can come out alive."

As he spoke, the altar trembled slightly, and a blood light rose into the sky.

Immediately, Li Hun Guishuai took out a blood-colored halo, enveloped Dashan and other young men, and then disappeared.

...

"Miss Lu, what is that?"

Hearing Zhuo Yunxian's inquiry, Lu Tong was still scared and said, "Sir, I don't know that it is the most treasure of the ghost realm and the projection of the Shura Gate."

"The Gate of Shura?"

Zhuo Yunxian was slightly stunned, indeed, never heard of it.

Lu Tong quietly sent a message: "The Gate of Shura is just the title of the Underworld Palace. Mr. may not be familiar with it, but I believe Mr. must have heard of the Eighteenth Level Hell."

"Eighteen Hells!"

Zhuo Yunxian's face changed, and information about the eighteenth level of hell could not help but appear in his mind.

In ancient times, there was an era treasure that suppressed luck in the underworld, called.

This treasure is famous for its great reputation, and each level is an extremely cruel punishment, specifically used for people with great evil to repay the sins of cause and effect.

However, after the destruction of the underworld, this treasure eventually fell into the hands of the powerful people in the Underworld Palace, and changed its title and became a private weapon for punishment, adding a bit of evil reputation.

This is also why the Palace of Underworld can become the leader of many forces. In a sense, the Palace of Underworld is actually the successor of the Palace of Underworld and a symbol of orthodoxy. If the Underworld forces had not competed with it, the Palace of Underworld might be able to truly unify the situation in the Underworld.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yunxian had a little more new understanding of the foundation of the Palace.

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Chapter completed!