The three evil beasts look the same, their shape is like a tiger and dog hair, two feet long, human face, tiger feet, pig teeth, and the tail is one foot and two feet long.

The image of these three evil beasts formed by the condensation of dust is very realistic, and even the subtle animal hair can be distinguished.

The beast opened its jaws, revealing its long, sharp fangs, and looked extremely terrifying and hideous.

The three beasts pounced on the three who had reached the foot of Nameless Peak first, as if they were real entities.

The first to arrive at the foot of the Nameless Peak was a small Taoist priest in a black robe, a bewitching woman in red clothes holding a red thread, and a barbarian boy with a strong body.

The shadow behind the barbarian boy before was nowhere to be found at this time, and even the ghost clan was going to enter the world this time!

The barbarian boy thought that his previous guess was not wrong, this shadow is the people of the Ghost King Valley, the people of the Ghost King Valley are basically all the people of the Ghost Clan, the Ghost Clan is a very mysterious race, and the whole clan cultivates a race with strong concealment and defense and extremely weak attack power. The people of the ghost clan are born with the talent of cultivating secret techniques, and it can be said that this is a kind of bloodline.

There are only two places where this special group of ghost tribes exists, one is the Valley of the Ghost King, and the other is in Huihai in the Western Realm.

The inheritance of the ghost clan is also very ancient, and Ye Linfeng's fourth senior brother Lai Wuxiu's ghost is not a secret technique that the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect has collected and changed.

There are several mysterious races in the cultivation world, and the ghost clan counts as one.

At the foot of the Nameless Peak, there was smoke and dust, and a battle quietly began.

The three beasts pounced on the three who had reached the foot of the Nameless Peak first, roaring in their mouths, and their four hooves were accompanied by thunder, and the roar was endless.

The black-robed little Taoist roared softly, and the flying sword hanging above his head came out in response, galloping across the foot of the smoky and dusty mountain.

Like a fish swimming at the bottom of the water, it is extremely nimble, swimming between three vicious beasts.

The little Taoist priest pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the flying sword that had been like a swimming fish suddenly froze, and then stabbed at the throat of one of the evil beasts.

The evil beast saw the flying sword stabbing towards its throat, and it immediately turned into a puff of yellow smoke, which swept in front of the black-robed little Taoist priest with the mountain wind, and then condensed together and recombined into a vicious beast.

The beast opened its mouth wide and swallowed it towards the little Taoist.

The black-robed little Taoist knew that the evil beast was not a physical object, and ordinary physical attacks were completely ineffective against it.

At the same time, the other two evil beasts pounced on the bewitching woman and the barbarian boy holding the red thread in their hands.

This bewitching woman with a red thread in her hand, Ye Linfeng will definitely be no stranger if he sees her.

Ye Linfeng once had a battle with her, and in the end, Ye Linfeng won by luck with a few treasures and the mixed yuan immortal essence in his body.

This woman is the red medicine of the Burial Flower Pavilion.

The evil beast swept through the smoke and dust, rumbling towards the red medicine, in front of the evil beast, the red medicine looked a little thin.

But what is surprising is that when the evil beast pounces on it, Red Medicine holds the red thread in his hand, and the nail tied to one end seems to be messy but regular around the evil beast in the air.

In the end, the red line around the evil beast was densely interspersed, and it couldn't move, and the evil beast turned into earthy yellow smoke and dust, trying to escape.

Seeing this, Hongyao hurriedly bit his finger with his teeth, squeezed out a drop of blood, and then flicked it lightly, and the drop of blood just landed on the intertwined red thread, and the drop of blood swam along the red thread. Then the red line shone red, and the red light grew stronger and stronger.

The beast could not escape even if it turned into earthy yellow soot, because the red medicine had set up an enchantment and trapped the beast in its place.

The enchantment can only be used by cultivators at the peak of the iQue realm, and seeing that the red medicine is so skillful in casting the enchantment, she currently needs to be at least the iQue peak realm.

After three years, the cultivation of the Burial Flower Pavilion Blood Charm Red Clothes Qiao Hongyao has improved a lot, and Ye Linfeng is still standing still, without any improvement.

"Senior Brother Meng, I'll help you. Red Medicine said to the black-robed little Taoist.

However, no matter how much she cast her previous enchantment, she couldn't trap the beast.

In the end, the black-robed little Taoist priest and the red medicine both understood that at the foot of this nameless peak was an enchantment set up by the Heavenly Imperial Academy, and if anyone stepped on the land at the foot of the mountain, a vicious beast would appear, and this vicious beast must be killed by itself.

"Senior Sister Red Medicine, you go first. The black-robed little Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, although he was young, he was extremely calm.

The black-robed little Taoist priest is the closed disciple of the Great Elder of the Funeral Flower Pavilion, and he is also a disciple of the Burial Flower Pavilion with Hongyao, and this time the two of them traveled together, wanting to be admitted to the Heavenly Imperial Court together.

Among all the disciples of the Burial Flower Pavilion, in terms of talent, the black-robed little Taoist priest and the red medicine are the best.

The black-robed little Taoist priest's surname is Meng, and his name is tasted. He has excellent talent, and although he is only thirteen years old, he has already cultivated to the middle realm of the iQue, and he is only one step away from breaking into the peak realm of the iQue.

Seeing that Hongyao couldn't help Meng Weisheng, he continued to climb towards the Nameless Peak.

Looking at this barbarian boy again, I saw that he no longer paid attention to the evil beast, and sublimated his realm to the fullest, wrapped in the thick of heaven and earth vitality, he aimed at the direction of the nameless peak, and rushed towards the direction of the peak, the speed was extremely fast, like a violent fireball.

And behind the barbarian boy, a vicious beast was still chasing wildly, but slightly slower than the barbarian boy.

Meng Weisheng's battle with the evil beast continued, and the flying sword swam flexibly, as nimble as a swimming fish.

Later, many students came to refer to it, and the number of evil beasts also increased, and the foot of the mountain suddenly became lively.

However, at this time, Ji Seventeen and Aunt were not seen.

In the enchantment at the foot of the ・・・・・・ mountain, the black-robed little Taoist Meng Weisheng controlled the flying sword, the evil beast did not disappear, the flying sword did not stop, he was waiting, waiting for the time to be ripe.

Unconsciously, the ground was slowly covered with flower petals, these petals were transformed by sword qi, but these petals seemed lifeless and lifeless, just spread little by little with the accumulation of time, and spread a thick layer.

These petals spread under the four hooves of the beast, and the dead air became even thicker.

This is the unique school of the Funeral Flower Pavilion, the fourteenth style of the funeral flower, and I don't know which style Meng Weisheng cultivated at this time.

The beast was dyed by the lifeless petals beneath its feet, and became weak, and was about to fall, apparently losing its attacking power, and finally turned into a pile of loess.

Once the Fourteen Styles of the Burial Flower are cast, a huge amount of mental power will be lost, and with the improvement of the moves of the Fourteen Styles of the Burial Flowers, the amount of mental power consumed will also increase.

Meng Weisheng was a little tired, he didn't want to perform the Fourteen Funeral Flower Forms, so he was a little angry now.

He stopped holding back and became a little frenzied, albeit a little tired.

Looking at the figure of Hongyao in the distance, he had some complicated feelings.

Although they are both disciples of the Burial Flower Pavilion, there is always a distinction between advantages and disadvantages.

Therefore, Meng Weisheng did not allow other disciples to be stronger than him, all he had to do was to surpass any disciple of the Burial Flower Pavilion.

Meng Weisheng was born with a sense of madness and arrogance, and the flying sword jumped and volleyed into the air, swirling with the sand stirred up by the sword qi.

Stepping up, the flying sword leaped at his feet.

The aura around him fluctuated violently, and the combat power suddenly rose to the peak, and it was extremely sublimated, and there was another figure on the way to the mountain.

A demon boy who had just caught up was also a little anxious when he saw that Hongyao, the barbarian boy and Meng Weisheng had already escaped.

He raised his fists and smashed at the evil beast strongly, but no matter how hard the demon boy tried, his fist fell on the evil beast as if he was stuck in the sand. After a while, this demon clan boy turned pale because he consumed too much mental power, but he always had no way to take the evil beast.

It seems that he is a demon clan of the barren mountains, and he has a waist card hanging from his waist to enter and exit the barren mountains. This demon clan boy from the barren mountains is still desperately resisting, but the shape is not optimistic, he is about to die, and several blood holes have been pierced through his body.

In the end, the demon boy of the barren mountains died in this enchantment.

More and more candidates are coming, and the number has already exceeded half.

However, at this time, the shadow of Ji Seventeen and the aunt was not seen, and the shadow of the Ghost King Valley did not know where to go, and the battle in the enchantment became more and more intense.

A Taoist in his twenties from Taixuan Palace was wearing a robe printed with the pattern of Bagua Yin Yang Fish, stepping on blue cloth shoes, and carrying a Taixuan Yin Yang Sword.

Seeing the evil beast rushing towards him, Huo De pulled out the Taixuan Yin Yang Sword at once.

With a slight slash of the sword in his hand, the three feet in front of him were cut into two layers of space by the sword qi.

This Taoist of Taixuan Palace, his eyebrows are extremely light, and his face is also very plain, so it can be said that the whole person is bland.

And this Taoist not only has a flat face, but also is very calm when facing the enemy, and his face is as calm as the water of the heart pool, without a trace of ripples.

He shouted, and spat out a forbidden word from his mouth, and the evil beast immediately couldn't move, and in an instant it turned into smoke and dust, and it didn't condense.

I don't know what kind of magic power this Taoist uses, it may be the Taoist mantra of Taixuan Palace.

All the candidates struggled to move forward, and the current last place was Ye Linfeng, who was carrying a heavy wooden box and trekking hard, not knowing if he could be admitted to the Tianzhao Academy this time, but it was certain that there was little hope.