“Buzz!”
Qian Duoduo felt his body being abruptly pushed backward, firmly settling him in the center of the throne.
That powerful Spiritual Awareness confined him, rendering him unable to move.
Qian Duoduo was terrified. Before he could react, the black and red mist from the main hall surged towards him.
First, the red mist drilled into Qian Duoduo's body.
Immediately, Qian Duoduo’s Spiritual Sea boiled, and the Spiritual Qi in his Spiritual Veins flowed several times faster.
Qian Duoduo found himself on the Martial Arts Stage of the Refining Spirit Sect, and Yan Qi surprisingly appeared on the stage.
Yan Qi swung his sharp sword and thrust it at him. Before the sword could get close, he controlled the Golden Rooster Sword and cleaved him into several pieces.
After Yan Qi, there were Ren Rong, Gongsun Zheng, Kang Shenjun, Jin Buque…
One by one, former enemies appeared before his eyes, and one by one, he brutally and violently slaughtered them.
“Is this the trial? The trial to become a Nose Peak Sect Knight?”
Qian Duoduo had already retracted the Golden Winged Bird into his body.
The Golden Winged Bird activated the Purple Gold thread, keeping Qian Duoduo consistently clear-headed and preventing him from sinking into the murderous illusion created by the red mist.
If one's willpower was not strong enough, they would be controlled by their bestial nature and lose their human essence during the continuous slaughter.
Ming Huanhuan, Guan Xuansheng, Zeng Ruohai, Zhao Yanran, Zeng Zifang…
In the murderous illusion, Qian Duoduo’s cultivation grew higher and higher. After thrilling battles, he would brutally abuse his opponents to death, always venting the anger in his heart.
Gradually calming down, Qian Duoduo meticulously observed this anger. It could surprisingly merge with Spiritual Qi, transforming into a surge of Bloodfiend. When used in palm techniques, it became the Bloodfiend Palm.
When used in sword techniques, it became the Blood Sword Skill.
When used in soul techniques, it became the Blood Soul Skill.
And these three Cultivation Techniques were the most fundamental Cultivation Techniques of the Ba Ling Sect.
By properly utilizing the anger in his heart, he could completely Master these three Cultivation Techniques.
With the Golden Winged Bird keeping him clear-headed at all times, Qian Duoduo was not afraid of losing himself.
He immersed himself in the illusion, practicing these three Cultivation Techniques.
Although his body sat motionless on the throne, his Spiritual Qi materialized into enormous fists, sharp Blood Swords, and insidious soul thorns.
For a moment, Spiritual Qi roared in the main hall, as if a life-and-death duel was taking place.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
In the illusion, Qian Duoduo used tens of thousands of soul thorns to take down Ancestor Zeng, and then Liu Boli surprisingly appeared.
Qian Duoduo did not want to fight his Master to the death, so he tightened the Purple Gold thread and voluntarily woke up from the illusion.
Opening his eyes, the red mist around him had mostly dissipated.
But before he could be happy, a black mist as thick as ink enveloped him.
Within the black mist, there was despair and fear, doubt and loneliness, selfishness and depression, jealousy and anxiety.
In a daze, Qian Duoduo felt as if he was in Hell, on the verge of transforming into a demon.
He shivered three times in a row and released the Golden Winged Bird without hesitation.
The Golden Winged Bird's light expanded greatly, dispelling the black mist adhering to Qian Duoduo's body.
In just a few breaths, a thick layer of black mist had condensed on his body.
The foul odor carried by the black mist was just like that of the Evil River.
What Qian Duoduo wanted most at that moment was to find a place to bask in the sun and take a good bath.
He believed that without the Golden Winged Bird, he would instantly be blackened by the black mist, from his skin to his bones, every part of him becoming impenetrably black.
Thinking of being blackened, his heart suddenly tensed: “Has Zhao Yanran already been blackened?”
Suddenly, he looked up at the eight humanoid statues.
“Could they be the blackened people?”
