"Ghost woman!"

When the other party came to the venue, a cry rang out.

This woman looked no more than thirty years old, extremely charming and charming, but she didn't expect such a gloomy title. Yang Mucheng was stunned for a moment, but he came back to his senses, this ghost woman also has a half-step Jindan cultivation, and her ability to maintain her appearance and health must not be bad.

But see.

The ghost woman came to the field and smiled to everyone:

"You are all very potential inner martial artists in the Heavenly Palace, and you are also the geniuses who have been selected to enter the Imperial Tomb. The Imperial Tomb is the foundation of my Holy Ape Dynasty and Tuotian Palace, and not everyone can enter it. Therefore, I asked the Heavenly Palace to open the small polar realm this time and provide you with a small competition. ”

"Only martial artists who perform extremely well in the Small Extreme Realm are eligible to enter the Imperial Tomb. ”

The voice did not fall.

Lin Ao on the side stepped forward and asked, "Are there any rules?"

"There are no rules!" The ghost woman shook her head and said, "If there is a grudge to complain, there is revenge, all of which can be carried out in this small extreme realm." ”

"Good!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Ao sneered, and his eyes swept towards Yang Mucheng.

Almost at the same time, Fang Baiyu also looked cold.

In addition to this corner, the four hundred warriors also had their own enemies to a greater or lesser extent, and they all cast their eyes on each other. For a while, before entering the small polar realm, there was already a sense of wind and rain coming. The ghost woman didn't care, she slowly took out a wooden box from her arms and opened it slowly.

Sou!

Under the gaze, a golden light rose from the wooden box into the sky, spun in midair, and slammed into the ground.

When the people looked again.

only to find that the golden light hung in the void, slowly rotating, like a golden black hole.

"Is this the Little Polar Realm?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.

And at this time, the voice of the ghost woman came again: "Enter the small polar realm, only a few people with the best performance will have the opportunity to enter the imperial tomb! For a month, how far you can grow, you can only depend on your creation!"

"In a month, I'll be here waiting for you to return!"

"Let's go inside!"

In the voice of the ghost woman, Yang Mucheng and more than 400 others all walked towards the golden whirlpool.

"Little Extreme!"

"This is the Little Polar Realm!"

"Only if you can achieve the best results in the Small Polar Realm can you get the qualification to enter the Imperial Tomb!"

Looking at this swirling golden vortex, a space like a black hole, everyone's hearts couldn't help but pound.

"Yang Mucheng, the prince of the Small Polar Realm is waiting for you!"

Fang Baiyu glanced at Yang Mucheng and jumped into the golden whirlpool first. The moment he entered the whirlpool, a cloud of golden light erupted from the whirlpool, and then they disappeared directly in place.

"I hope you make it out alive!"

Lin Ao also glanced at Yang Mucheng and stepped forward with a sneer.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go in too!"

After more and more people entered the small polar realm, there were fewer and fewer martial artists in the venue.

Until, in the end, only Yang Mucheng remained.

"A month's time?"

Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly, took a step forward, and stepped into the whirlpool.

......

A burst of stars shifted, reversing the dizziness of the universe.

When everyone came back to their senses, they had already appeared in another world.

"Is this the Little Polar Realm?"

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang was still in the square of only about 100 acres, and now he is already in a vast world. The boundless sky, a gray color, reveals the strange. The rest of the martial artists who had entered the Small Extreme Realm also appeared in the same position as Yang Mucheng, and they were looking around curiously at the moment.

"What's that?"

"Fruit groves?"

But see.

In front of it was a dense forest, each tree was seven or eight meters in diameter and a hundred meters high. The leafy trees are covered like a dome, and the treetops are covered with fruits. But that fruit is not the heavenly spirit fruit that everyone imagined, but a golden sword hanging upside down.

"Didn't you say that when you enter the Little Polar Realm, there will be a test?"

"What kind of test is it?"

"What is this fruit grove?"

The crowd looked ahead, full of doubts.

Yang Mucheng reached out with his right hand, but when he saw the fruit hanging on the treetops like a golden sword, he broke free from the tree with a 'snap' and flew into his hand. When the rest of the people saw this, they also took down a golden sword one after another. After looking closely, he was shocked.

"This ......"

"This is not a fruit, this is a real sword!"

"It's strange that there is a tree that can grow swords!"

Yang Mucheng was also surprised.

Is this sword really grown from a tree?

What is the test?

Just when everyone was amazed, a hurricane suddenly set off. But I saw that the infinite clouds quickly gathered in mid-air, and under the surge of the hurricane, the appearance of an old man slowly appeared.

"What is this?"

"Who is he?"

This old man, with the appearance of a Dao bone fairy wind, stood in the void. As soon as the phantom was transformed, there was a burst of laughter.

"Are you the ones who have entered the Little Extreme Realm to train?"

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll introduce you to the next trial. See this forest in front of you? It's called the Sword Forest, and your mission is to pick enough sword fruits in three days. The two hundred warriors with the lowest number will be eliminated directly......"

Hiss~

The old man's phantom didn't speak, and everyone couldn't help but be startled when he opened his mouth.

This time, there were only about 400 martial artists who entered the Small Pole Realm, and half of them were eliminated at one time.

Originally.

The crowd who were still a little puzzled about the identity of this phantom suddenly restrained their thoughts, and no longer dared to slack off, and rushed towards the sword forest in front of them.

Even Fang Baiyu, Lin Ao and the others did not dare to slack off.

Although they are eager for revenge, in this first level, the elimination rate is so high, it is better to wait for a stable promotion before thinking about revenge. And Yang Mucheng was still standing in place, without the slightest intention of moving. The old man's phantom looked at Yang Mucheng with a smile and asked:

"Yang Mucheng, why don't you go?"

"Who are you?" Yang Mucheng asked rhetorically.

The old man's phantom was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yang Mucheng to care about this kind of problem, and couldn't help but smile faintly: "Don't tell you, I am the master of this small extreme realm, the creator of the Tuotian Palace and the Holy Ape Dynasty - Wu Dizu!"

"This phantom is the consciousness that I left in the Little Extreme Realm to guide the martial artists. ”

Ancestor of the Heavenly Palace:

Wu Dizu!

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly, his eyes slowly lowered, not knowing what to think again.

"Yang Mucheng, why don't you go to practice?" Wu Dizu continued to ask. "Aren't you afraid of being eliminated in the first round?"

"Elimination?"

Yang Mucheng shook his head and sneered, "How is it possible?"

(End of chapter)