"Such a terrifying and strong murderous aura!" Rao Yi Qin Mo's two lives saw and heard, and he couldn't help but change his color, this murderous aura was too terrifying, as if it was a murderous machine from hell.

Yan Shiyan and the others were even more unbearable, as if a cat had been stepped on by its tail, and almost jumped up on the spot. Fortunately, Qin Mo walked in the front, his body was boiling with qi and blood, blocking most of the murderous aura, otherwise, the rest of the people would have made a fool of themselves on the spot.

I saw that in the center of the hall, there were eight sergeants, with black armor and black ink, and their bodies were extremely majestic, as high as two zhang, standing there, as if cast from cold ink steel, full of slaughter, full of cold and violent murderous aura.

The black ink-colored armor, if you look closely, you can see a trace of blood lines, which are the ink steel blood lines that appear after being soaked in blood all year round and absorbing the blood of warriors.

The eight sergeants, expressionless, were as cold as sculptures, to be exact, and, at first glance, it seemed as if they were made of one mold. However, the faces of these eight people are completely different.

This weird feeling makes people feel chilling even more.

Qin Mo and the others only felt that their bodies were cold, and just resisting this black murderous aura made them quite uncomfortable.

As for the two elite captains, they were even more unbearable, they didn't step into the hall at all, they only dared to stay at the door, and reported the situation with a pale face.

"Eight adults, this Mo Shaoxia is a seven-pattern trialist, and he has come to accept the assessment of 'Xilingwei'. One of the elite captains spoke, his voice trembling a little.

At this time, Yan Shiyan carefully identified the eight sergeants, suddenly remembered something, and said in a lost voice: "[Xiling Death Prison Army]!?

Hearing this, Zhou Yuanlie, Zuo Xitian and the others' faces changed miserably, Heng Bufan's face was bloodless immediately, and he turned around and wanted to escape from the hall, but he was dragged by the East Shenghai and couldn't get out.

Qin Mo's expression was blank, he had never set foot in Xiling Battle City in his previous life, and he knew very little about this giant city in the western part of the Zhentian Kingdom. However, as one of the top ten battle cities, there is always something in each battle city that is enough to shake the entire Zhentian Territory, and even the entire continent......

The [Xiling Death Prison Army] in Xiling Battle City is a terrifying army that shocked the entire Zhentian Kingdom and made the ghost clan, bone clan, demon clan and other fierce foreign clans also frightened.

In the previous life, the ghost clan, the bone clan and the demon clan conspired to set off a boundless war on the entire continent, and the entire Zhentian Kingdom was also devastated.

However, when the royal army of the three clans marched westward in a vain attempt to occupy the territory of Xiling Battle City, they were blocked by a mysterious and terrifying army.

That night, Xiling fought in the east of the city, in the Falling Star Plain, the army of the three clans suffered a crushing defeat, and the blood flowed for 3,000 miles, and the commander of the three clans fled in a hurry, exiled for tens of thousands of miles, and was chased and killed until he was killed in the territory of the bone clan, and only survived.

After that war, even if they were as fierce as the bone clan, the children of their clan would stop crying when they heard the name of this army.

This army is the [Xiling Death Prison Army]!

It is rumored that this army is a purgatory devil shrouded in black fog, so that the male lord of the bone clan is extremely jealous and does not want to compete with it.

"Obtaining the qualification of 'Xilingwei' won't defeat a death prison sergeant, right?"

Qin Mo's face was ugly, with his current combat strength and the hole cards in his hand, it was enough to defeat the powerhouse at the peak of the innate peak. And in the "Swamp of Blood and Bone", the upper limit of cultivation is the peak of the innate ninth rank, and with Qin Mo's strength, he should not be afraid of anyone.

However, these eight death prison sergeants were completely different, they were also the cultivation of the peak of the innate ninth rank, but the feeling they brought to Qin Mo was too dangerous.

At this time, Qin Mo felt that what he was facing was not eight martial artists, but eight giant blades that had been tempered for thousands of years.

Unfolding "Hearing is like seeing", Qin Mo discovered some secrets of the death prison sergeant, whether it was physical strength, or the martial arts he cultivated, or all aspects related to combat ability, he had tempered to the extreme.

That is to say, at the peak level of the innate ninth stage, the death prison sergeant completely excavated and squeezed out all aspects of his combat ability and transformed it into the ability to kill the enemy.

In the face of such an enemy, Qin Mo thought that he was not sure of victory in battle with his innate cultivation.

In an instant, Qin Mo understood and guessed the terrible secret of why the "Xiling Death Prison Army" in his previous life was so terrifying. The Death Prison Sergeant must have carried out an incomparably cruel cultivation, squeezing his own combat power to the limit, and in the same realm, he has the combat power that is not inferior to that of a Tianjiao.

An army, every sergeant in this realm, is equivalent to a Tianjiao!

That's the horror of the Death Prison Army!

At this moment, one of the death row sergeants spoke, and his voice was as hard as grit, and it came out cold.

"'Xilingwei' assessment, choose any of us as an opponent, survive Shihe, that is, pass!"

This terrible sound made the skin of everyone present hurt, but Qin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, just supporting Shihe, he was confident that there was no problem.

However, Yan Shichao and the others didn't think so, they were very worried that Qin Mo would fail the assessment, so they got together and exchanged ears, guessing which of the eight death prison sergeants was the weakest.

"I think the one on the far left, he looks the thinnest!"

"The third one on the right, his face is so white, it looks like his foundation is a little empty. ”

"People are born with white faces, don't speculate!"

The five of them argued endlessly, and there was no conclusion, and finally decided to guess the boxing, and whoever won would designate an opponent for Qin Mo.

After a moment, Zuo Xitian stood up triumphantly, blew his fist, and muttered: "Don't you know that I am invincible in guessing boxing? A group of weak chickens can't even hold on to the second round." ”

Zhou Yuanlie and the others had ugly faces, they didn't expect Zuo Xitian to guess boxing so powerfully, it was simply an evil sect!

Qin Mo was very helpless, under the command of a death prison sergeant, he insisted on being undefeated, and he still had this confidence. Unfortunately, the five companions were very worried, worried that he would lose, and they must help him designate an opponent.

Regarding the actions of Qin Mo and the others, the eight death prison sergeants stood there, and they did not react from beginning to end, and they did not even move their bodies in the slightest.

Such a situation made Yan Shiyan and the others secretly frightened, with such a cold will, did the death prison sergeant still retain people's feelings?

"Huh, which one are you going to choose?"

Zuo Xitian glanced at the eight death prison sergeants, hesitating, the aura exuded by these eight people was almost identical, and their strength should be almost the same, making it difficult for him to choose.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye flashed, and Zuo Xitian saw a figure standing in the shadow in the depths of the hall, in the corner, with his back to everyone, as if admiring a painting on the wall.

Zuo Xitian was very strange, why the group didn't notice the existence of this figure when they came in. However, the aura emanating from this figure was obviously not as strong as that of the eight death prison sergeants.

Immediately, Zuo Xitian's eyes rolled, he raised his arm suddenly, pointed to the figure in the depths of the hall, and shouted, "I choose that one!"

"Since the eight military masters have all said it, choosing any of you as an opponent means anyone who originally existed in the temple. I'm not wrong, am I?"

Zuo Xitian looked proud, admired himself deeply, felt that he was too smart, and chose the weakest opponent for Qin Mo, and he would definitely be able to successfully pass the assessment of "Xilingwei".

The next moment, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, silent, and in the depths of the hall, everyone saw a back figure appear, from blurry to clear, and came into view.

The figure was wearing black steel armor, the same as that of the death prison sergeant, but it was slender, graceful and graceful.

This is a woman, and the delicate body wrapped in ink armor alone makes people reverie.

Immediately, the figure turned sideways slightly, and a hint of sideways expression appeared......

Bang......

The terrifying aura was pervasive, a touch of silver hair fluttered, like a cloud covering the sun, as if enveloping the entire temple, and all the bodies were cold, as if falling into a thousand-year-old ice cave, not to mention the body, it seemed that it was difficult to even run their thoughts.

"Pick Me ......"

A wisp of sound came out, which was extremely pleasant, but it made everyone feel that they were only one step away from death.

Bang knock, bang knock...... , The death prison sergeant, who was like a steel sculpture before, knelt on one knee one after another, and looked at the figure in the depths of the hall with a look of fanatical worship, the kind of gaze that was going to die at any time, as if the person had let eight people commit suicide on the spot, and there would be eight more corpses here immediately.

At this moment, Zuo Xitian opened his mouth wide, wanted to cry without tears, and waved his hand again and again, but he couldn't say a word. He didn't understand it at this time, I am afraid that he had designated a most terrifying opponent for Qin Mo.

"Xi Lingwei's assessment cannot be changed, since this is the case, let me be your opponent......"

In the depths of the hall, the figure turned around and stepped out, a cold light shining brightly, making everyone close their eyes and unable to face it.

The cold light contained a terrible will, as if the light would be lost at the slightest glance.

Qin Mo also closed his eyes, but in "hearing is like seeing", he saw this person's appearance clearly, and his heart was uncontrollable, and a wave of amazement poured out.

This woman's face seems to be covered with a layer of frost, which makes people unable to see clearly, but it makes people contradict that this is a bright and peerless beauty.

She is wearing black steel armor, and her slender body is carved like ice jade, which is incomparably magnificent, like the spirit of mountains and rivers, all contained in one.

She was very quiet, just standing in the depths of the main hall, and did not deliberately release her breath, but she was like a ten-thousand-foot ice peak, competing with the clouds, overlooking all things on the earth.

Immediately after, the woman seemed to be aware of it, a pair of ice eyes flowed, and she looked at Qin Mo with a hint of surprise.

In an instant, the majestic cold aura rushed straight in, and Qin Mo only felt that the whole person was as small as an ant, and the next second he would be crushed to the point that there were no bones left.

"Humph!"

The body shook wildly, and a wave of battle intent rushed out, forming a cloud of war intent above his head, holding this terrifying aura alive.

The next moment, Qin Mo snorted, his body trembled, and he took seven steps back in a row before he stabilized his body, and the qi and blood in his body were churning, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, Qin Mo understood that this woman was by no means as simple as the peak of the innate ninth rank. She suppressed her cultivation and entered the "Swamp of Blood and Bone", her real cultivation was actually far beyond the innate realm, and even far beyond the realm of the grandmaster.

Step into the legend of the peerless powerhouse......

At this moment, Qin Mo's face was really dark, and he really wanted to stun Zuo Xitian, he was afraid of his pig-like teammates!