At the same time, at the gate of the city, Tang Junhou, who had been hanging for a few days and nights, was finally let go, which was also what Xia Qingfan had promised before, as long as he could hold on for three days, the previous matter would not be pursued.

"I'm not dead, Xiyi, I'm not dead." As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, Tang Junhou hugged Tang Xiyi and cried.

In the past three days, he didn't know how much he had suffered and how much torture he had suffered, but these were secondary, and the most terrible thing was the Netherworld Sandstorm, hanging on the high flagpole, every time the wind blew the clouds, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled, for fear that the Netherworld Sandstorm would fall on his head. However, his luck was good, the Netherworld Sandstorm passed by several times, but it never fell on him.

Just recalling the pain and inner torment he had suffered in the past few days, he still felt like he had a nightmare, a nightmare that he would never want to remember again for the rest of his life.

"Young master, Lord Gong is still waiting for us, let's go back first." Tang Xiyi wiped away his sad tears and helped Tang Junhou up.

"Miya-sama?" Tang Junhou didn't expect Gong Yuanhong to be waiting for him so late, and his heart was moved.

"Thanks to Lord Gong, the matter entrusted to me by the young master can be successfully completed, I have already persuaded one hundred and twenty-three holy masters, all of them are strong, and one of them has even reached the ninth rank of the soul saint." Tang Xiyi said movingly. If it weren't for the Xuanxin Pill promised by Gong Yuanhong, how could he have recruited such a master.

"Okay, okay, this time, I want to let Gu Fenghua never come out, let her kneel in front of me and wag her tail and beg for mercy." Tang Junhou gritted his teeth and said.

……

There was no word all night, and at dawn, the horn sounded, and everyone left the room and hurried towards the door of the inn. Such an opportunity is only once in a lifetime, and no one dares to miss the time.

After a while, the door of the inn was crowded with people, and the black pressure was crowded. Only then did Gu Fenghua discover that the number of people in this trial was as high as thousands. However, this is not surprising, the Heavenly Pole Continent is vast, there are more than 300 countries large and small, and on average, more than ten people from each country are selected to participate in the Infinite Trial, and there are thousands of people in total.

"The hour is almost up, come with me." Xia Qingfan was already waiting outside the door, said after a cursory look at the number of people, and then walked in the direction of the Netherworld Sand Sea outside the city.

Everyone lined up behind them, their faces full of excitement and expectation, and at the same time, they were a little puzzled: until now, they didn't know what the content of the trial was, so they wouldn't go to the Netherworld Sand Sea to hang out, and if they returned safely, they would pass the trial, right? But anyway, I will participate in the trial soon, and I will have my own answer when the time comes, so no one asks much.

A red sun slowly rose, casting a fiery red color over the vast sea of sand. But the strange thing is that bathing in it, everyone didn't feel much warmth, stepping on the fine yellow sand step by step, their hearts actually rose a little inexplicable cold.

"Ahead lies the Netherworld Sand Sea, the place of your trials." Finally, Xia Qingfan stopped, picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and threw it towards the boundless desert like the sea in front of him.

"Bang!" It looked empty in front of it, but the hard rubble seemed to hit an invisible wall, and it was torn apart in an instant.

Only then did everyone realize that they had already reached the spatial barrier of the Netherworld Sand Sea in front of them.