"What's the point of remembering us? If you have the guts, come in with us."

"There are only two hours left. You should hurry up and practice. Maybe you can catch up with the final stage of the competition. Of course, you may not even be able to pass one level."

Buzz! A terrifying wave of air came, and the Tongtian Pestle exuded endless power. The violent air waves rushed out in all directions, covering the entire trial area of ​​Guangmingding in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhen looked up in surprise. Even outside the trial site, he could feel the suppression of his soul by this huge formation.

The soul is a symbol of a cultivator's spiritual power. The stronger the soul is, the more power it can withstand. Some powerful soul cultivators can even kill cultivators with lower cultivation levels with just a thought, achieving a true instant kill.

This is why spiritual power is quite popular in Youzhou Continent.

However, the refinement of the soul is really too difficult. Not to mention that there are only a few techniques that can be used to refine the soul, the refinement of the soul itself is endless pain, which is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Therefore, any cultivator who has cultivated the power of the soul can often gain a strong advantage among cultivators of the same level.

When the trial began, many people started walking towards the Tongtian Pestle.

With the Tongtian Pestle as the center, there are a total of ten circles in the trial field of Guangmingding. Each circle represents a different level of formation suppression. The deeper you go, the more terrifying the soul suppression you have to endure.

The faces of those who entered the first level of the trial circle suddenly changed and their expressions became serious. After bearing the tremendous pressure, they turned to look at Yang Zhen, all revealing expressions of gloating.

However, everyone still had some doubts in their hearts. After all, Yang Zhen was too cunning. Although he kept saying that he was not prepared, who knew if he was lying? Yang Zhen was still standing there. Except for Lan Fangyue, all the other monks on the scene entered the first level of the trial circle, including Lu Xueqing and Princess Changyang, who also stopped at the first level. It can be seen that they can still bear it now and feel at ease.

"You really haven't made any preparations?" Lan Fangyue still couldn't believe it and looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously.

Yang Zhen shook his head, glanced at those monks who were gloating over other people's misfortune, and walked towards the first level of the trial circle with a deep voice.

Seeing Yang Zhen coming, everyone was startled and their expressions changed several times. Even Yun Jie and Zeng Bishu stopped and looked at Yang Zhen with suspicion.

"Is this bastard really pretending?"

"Just take a look and you'll know!"

The two looked at each other, both revealing a playful look.

Almost everyone has heard of Yang Zhen's origins. He is a disciple from a small sect who made his mark at the Youzhou Conference. Now, by chance, he has realized the Lingkong Xudu. Before he has had time to practice, he has participated in the Three Kingdoms Trial.

For a disciple of such a small sect, luck played a large role, but it was very likely, as Yang Zhen said, that he had never practiced any technique to purify the soul.

Yang Zhen ignored everyone's gazes, stared at the first level of the trial circle on the ground, raised his foot and stepped heavily on it.

Boom! A terrifying air wave came, as if a huge hammer hit Yang Zhen's brain directly. The excruciating pain made Yang Zhen's brain dizzy, and he involuntarily retreated from the first level of the trial circle.

How terrifying! Yang Zhen looked at the first level of the trial circle in confusion, feeling a little bad.

Is the first level so scary? It feels like being hit on the head with a sledgehammer.

There were bursts of laughter, and all the monks around laughed, looking at Yang Zhen with a mocking look on their faces.

"You can't even bear the first level, why are you still participating in the Three Kingdoms Trial? It's really shameful."

"Yang Zhen, I'm waiting for you here. I'll just stand there and not move. If you can touch my clothes, I'll automatically quit!"

"Haha, this is so funny. You can't even get into the first floor. Have you ever practiced spiritual power?"

Everyone seemed to have seen the funniest thing in the world. They were all laughing so hard that they fell over. Some even laughed so hard that they lost their spiritual power and were almost ejected from the formation.

Lan Fangyue came to Yang Zhen and said with a strange look on her face: "Yang Zhen, don't force yourself. If you injure your sea of ​​consciousness, it will be more trouble than gain."

The sea of ​​consciousness is where cultivators store their spiritual power. Only when the spiritual power is strong enough can the snow mountains in the sea of ​​consciousness be accumulated to form spiritual power.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and asked, "Can I hit someone in the trial area?"

Lan Fangyue smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about whether you can get in or not. Even if you can get in, you can't fight inside. Once there is a fluctuation of true energy, the formation will squeeze you out, and then you will lose."

Yang Zhen nodded, turned and left.

"Where are you going?" Lan Fangyue asked Yang Zhen hesitantly.

Yang Zhen waved his hand: "You go in first, no need to wait for me, I'll go practice some skills and come right back."

Lan Fangyue paused, looking at Hua Youyue with a helpless look. Only when he saw Hua Youyue nod did he turn around and walk towards the trial area.

There are only a few good spots near Tongtianchu, and if you go too late, they might be gone.

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On the platform, a middle-aged lama laughed and looked at Yang Zhen with interest. He said to Hua Youyue beside him, "This must be the young man who was lucky enough to comprehend Lingkong Xudu. I didn't expect that even Master Hua could misjudge people."

Next to the middle-aged lama, a middle-aged scholar wearing a black robe and a feather fan nodded and said, "It seems that the owner of Hualou actually gave a dark gold building card to such a person. This is a bit inappropriate."

Hua Youyue looked calm, as if she was not affected by the two people at all. She said slowly, "It seems that it is not up to Lachan Temple and Wuxin Sect to influence who I want to give it to."

The lama snorted coldly, stroked his beard and said, "I just don't know how long Yang Zhen can guard the Dark Gold Tower Sign. I heard that there are many people who want this sign."

At this point, the lama and the middle-aged scholar looked at each other and smiled meaningfully. Then the smiles on their faces were suddenly replaced by surprise. The middle-aged scholar laughed and looked at Yang Zhen who was walking forward and said, "Why, Yang Zhen, do you think that coming to see Master Hua can solve the current difficulties?"

The lama said with a smile: "Master Hua is extremely talented and handsome. He might just be able to help Yang Zhen. You must help him."

The rest of the people seemed not to hear the verbal sparring between the three. The grudge between Hua Youyue, Lachan Temple and Wuxin Sect was long-standing, and the relationship between the three was not good to begin with. Now that the lama and the middle-aged scholar had caught the opportunity, how could they not ridicule Hua Youyue?

Although Hua Youyue had a blank expression on her face, everyone could see the impatience and coldness in her eyes.

Yang Zhen walked forward and looked at the lama and the middle-aged scholar in surprise, then looked at the coldness in Hua Youyue's eyes, and immediately knew what was going on.

"Do you have any techniques to refine the soul? Can you lend them to me?"

Hua Youyue was about to speak but stopped herself. The lama laughed loudly and looked at Yang Zhen with a playful look on his face: "Little guy, do you really think that you can compete with those geniuses just by practicing now?"

"What's it got to do with you?" Yang Zhen glanced at the Lama.

The middle-aged scholar snorted coldly: "How dare you! Do you know who this person is?"

"It's none of my business!" Yang Zhen rolled his eyes.

"You..." The lama and the middle-aged scholar were both furious.

A smile appeared at the corner of Hua Youyue's mouth, and she looked at Yang Zhen meaningfully. The coldness in her eyes not only melted away, but also a feeling of comfort appeared.

(End of this chapter)