Peerless God Lord

Su Mo's martial spirit has not been promoted for a long time, which makes him depressed.

Su Mo devoured five beast souls casually. Su Mo had no hope of raising his martial soul level with these five beast souls.

However, unintentionally, at this moment, after he devoured five beast souls, his swallowing martial soul buzzed and trembled.

Outside the sixth circle of yellow halo of Devouring Martial Spirit, a seventh yellow halo suddenly erupted.

Su Mo's eyes suddenly widened. His Devouring Martial Spirit had finally advanced.

From the sixth level of human level to the seventh level of human level!

call!

At this moment, Su Mo took a long breath, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

"It seems that I have been worrying too much. My martial soul can still advance, but I just need more beast souls or martial souls!"

Su Mo smiled again.

As long as the martial soul can advance, he can find a way to obtain it no matter how much it takes.

After gaining so much wealth in this trial, purchasing a large number of beast souls is not a problem at all.

Afterwards, Su Mo put all the trophies into the storage ring and the demon core, which he stored separately in a storage bag.

After returning to Fengling Island, he sorted it out again, and donated all the items that were of no use to him to the sect and exchanged them for contribution points.

When the time comes, use contribution points to exchange for massive beast souls from the sect.

The martial soul level will be improved again, which is just around the corner.

Afterwards, Su Mo practiced cross-legged in this small cave, trying hard to consolidate his cultivation.

He plundered more than 1,100 demon cores. Adding in his own demon cores before, the number of demon cores was close to 1,300. He no longer needed to hunt for demon cores.

In this Qingyuan trial, the first place must be his.

Time passes quickly during practice.

The next day, near noon, a thunderous shout exploded over the island, waking Su Mo up immediately.

"The trial time has arrived. All trial disciples must return within two hours!"

The roar of shouts resounded over the entire island, and it was the voice of Elder Wei of Fengling Island.

Hearing this, Su Mo stood up, walked out of the cave, and flew out of the forest.

At the same time, on the entire island, hundreds of new disciples quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests and returned one after another.

…

Qingyuan Island, outside the mountains and forests, many people gathered here.

In addition to more than a dozen outer sect elders, there are also many new disciples.

These new disciples left the forest early and gave up the trial.

Some disciples had to withdraw early because they were seriously injured, such as Li Feng.

Some disciples, because they were too weak, were chased by powerful monsters. In the end, they had no choice but to ask for help from the elders of the sect, and were eliminated early.

"Everyone, tell me which new disciple will get the first place in this Qingyuan trial."

A group of outer sect elders stood together, and a middle-aged elder with a Chinese character spoke with a smile.

"The first place this time must be one of the eight Spiritual Martial Realm disciples!"

Another elder wearing a green robe asserted.

Hearing this, the Chinese-faced elder rolled his eyes and sneered: "What is the difference between Elder Zhao's words and nonsense? I'm afraid even a three-year-old child knows that the first one must be a disciple of the Lingwu Realm."

"Hmph! Then tell me who will win first place!"

The green-robed elder snorted coldly.

"I believe that the number one ranking must be among the geniuses of the five great human-level eighth-level martial arts spirits. I can't tell who they are specifically."

The elder with a Chinese character said with a smile.

"Hmph! That's not necessarily the case. Although people with higher martial soul levels are invisibly slightly more powerful than those with lower martial souls, this trial is not a simple competition. Those with stronger strength may not necessarily gain It has the most demon cores.”

The green-robed elder sneered.

"That's right! Elder Zhao is right. They are all in the Spiritual Martial Realm. There is not much difference in strength. It is indeed difficult to judge!"

Hearing this, the other elders nodded in agreement.

"Elder Wei, who do you think has a greater chance of winning first place in this trial?"

The elder with the Chinese character face turned to look at Elder Wei again and asked respectfully.

Elder Wei pondered for a moment, looked deeply into the mountains and forests, and said, "I think Luo Qianfan's hope is relatively high!"

"Oh, why did Elder Wei say this?"

everyone asked.

"Among the eight disciples of the Spiritual Martial Realm, the five geniuses have the greatest hope. The strength of these five people is not very different. It is indeed difficult to judge!"

Elder Wei nodded and continued: "If we want to say who has the greatest hope among the eight, it is Luo Qianfan."

"The long-range attack of the bow and arrow is very terrifying, and the speed of hunting monsters is far faster than that of other professional warriors."

"Of course, Luo Qianfan just hopes for the best. The specific ranking will not be known until the results of the trial come out."

Elder Wei said slowly.

"What Elder Wei said makes sense!"

After hearing what Elder Wei said, everyone nodded and felt the same way.

Archers may not be good at close combat, but powerful archers are the kings of long-distance combat. A long-distance attack is enough to defeat a hundred.

Once, there were more than thirty elders on Fengling Island, and they went together to kill an enemy of the sect, who was an archer.

However, the result of the siege made all the elders of Fengling Island lose face.

With their absolute strength completely crushing the opponent, these thirty-odd elders couldn't even get close to the opponent.

This person was hundreds of miles away, and his arrows were all in vain. The elders who were shot directly were disgraced. No one could take a step forward, and they couldn't even get within a hundred miles of the opponent.

And their attacks cannot touch each other at all. Not to mention the distance of a hundred miles, the attack power begins to weaken beyond ten miles, and beyond fifty miles, the attack power is zero.

In the end, it was the island owner of Fengling Island who personally came forward to kill this person.

The elders chatted, and as time passed, disciples continued to return from the mountains and forests.

In less than an hour, half of the disciples came back.

Uh-huh!

Su Mo looked like a cheetah. After traveling for more than an hour, he finally rushed out of the forest.

No one paid attention to Su Mo's arrival.

Su Mo stood by the forest and looked around, and found that Yan Qi, Feng Zilan, Luo Qianfan and others had not returned yet.

Immediately, Su Mo saw Li Feng closing his eyes on a big rock to heal his injuries, and walked over.

"Li Feng, how is your injury?"

Walking to Li Feng, Su Mo asked.

Li Feng opened his eyes and saw Su Mo. He immediately smiled and said, "My injury is fine. The injury has stabilized. I should be able to fully recover in about a month."

"Su Mo, I feel relieved to see you back! I was really afraid that you would go find Huang Yunqing!"

Li Feng shook his head and felt relieved.

If Su Mo really went to Huang Yunqing for him and died at the hands of Huang Yunqing, he would feel uneasy.

"Huang Yunqing is dead!"

Su Mo smiled slightly and said.

"What? Huang Yunqing is dead?"

Li Feng was startled, with doubt in his eyes.

"I didn't kill him. He died at the mouth of a monster. I saw it with my own eyes."

Su Mo said. Huang Yunqing was indeed not killed by him, but died from the mouth of the black demonic insect.

"Die at the mouth of a monster?"

Li Feng suddenly understood and nodded immediately. He did not think that Su Mo had the strength to kill Huang Yunqing, so it was normal for him to die at the mouth of a monster. ***3***6***9***

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