also agreed.The cultivator surnamed Bao shook his folding fan and said to his two disciples, in a seemingly jesting tone: "Daoist friends, are you not afraid that we will rob you of the spiritual herb...Qin Sang exerted all his spiritual power, but he was unable to continue rising. It seemed that there was a mysterious force preventing those participating in the trial from going up.

Here, the mist remained thick and heavy. Qin Sang had only been testing, verifying his suspicions in his heart. He began to descend slowly, seeing that the iron chain continued to plunge downward without stopping.

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During the descent, Qin Sang encountered no resistance. He weaved through groups of firebirds, silently calculating in his heart that the number of firebirds in this space must be a terrifyingly large number.

Breaking through the mist, after falling for a distance, Qin Sang's figure suddenly stopped. He saw a new iron chain beneath his feet!

As expected!

Qin Sang secretly thought, the people participating in the trial might all be in this space. If there were enough people, there would definitely be a chance to run into each other. However, his goal was not to find other companions, so Qin Sang's figure paused for a moment, then fell at the fastest speed.

The red thread grew brighter and brighter, even beginning to hurt the eyes.

Along the way, Qin Sang saw one after another iron chains, dozens of them, reaching down to an unknown height. The lava river in Qin Sang's field of vision became clearer and wider.

He discovered that this space was not actually boundless, with high cliffs on both sides. The trial space was actually a canyon.

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...However, the canyon was incredibly wide, and from above you couldn't see the walls at all. It seemed like an endless expanse. As you went down, the canyon began to narrow, until finally, at the bottom, there was the rushing river of lava.

The magma river was unusually wide and not calm. The magma, transformed into a raging torrent of molten lava, surged forward, churning up crimson waves in its path.

...and Qin Sang's imagination was different. This was not the source of the lava river, these lavas flowed out from the ancient ruins of the Xiu Mansion, flowing towards the unknown beyond.

“Huh”

When Qin Sang arrived above the Lava River and could see the full extent of the lava sea, he suddenly felt resistance, held back by an invisible barrier that prevented him from descending further.

Qin Sang was surprised. He looked down at the space beneath his feet. Everything in the void seemed normal, and he couldn't see any barrier with his naked eyes. Moreover, the power of the fire element in the lava river could ignore any restrictions.

Such giant waves were everywhere. Right in front of Qin Sang, a wave splashed out. The magma was blocked by the restriction, but an extremely pure fire element spiritual force surged out with an intensity comparable to magma, crashing through the restriction menacingly.

After the fire elemental power dissipated, it remained above the restriction, transforming into clusters of fiery red essence that merged with the mist. Over a long period of transformation, perhaps they would become new firebirds.

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang's feet flashed with a glimmer of spiritual energy. The invisible barrier, stimulated by the spiritual energy, finally took shape.

A multitude of runes formed one enigmatic circle after another, these circles overlapping and extending deep into the lava river, their end unknown.

Qin Sang definitely didn't see the complete picture of the forbidden area.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the master of the ancient fairy residence was. They left behind such a massive formation, covering the entire lava river.

The restricted brilliance was very dim, with cracks even appearing on its surface. It seemed that after tens of thousands of years, most of its power had been worn away by time, but it was still solid and unbreakable for Qin Sang to decipher.

After some probing, nothing came of it.

Qin Sang was again surrounded by firebirds drawn by the surge of spiritual energy. He dodged and weaved, his figure flickering as he darted towards the edge of the restricted area, arriving before a stone wall.

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The stone wall curves inward from top to bottom, forming an arc. The surface of the stone wall is not smooth, with strange and jagged rocks.

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Qin Sang walked up the stone wall, his eyes searching everywhere. After a while, his eyes lit up suddenly, and his figure swept to the side of a crack in the stone. He bent down and squeezed out a small piece of white object from the crevice.

It turned out to be a skull fragment!

The phoenix dies and becomes flame, leaving nothing behind. This skull is obviously human.

After discovering this piece of bone, Qin Sang's confidence soared, and he immediately focused on searching. However, after a period of time, Qin Sang stopped, his brow furrowed in thought.

The treasures on the stone wall were not as numerous as he had imagined. After searching for a while, he only saw a white bone. It seemed that most of those who failed the trial were either torn to shreds by the firebird or destroyed by the power of the fire element outside the prohibition.

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After a moment of contemplation, Qin Sang suddenly released his divine sense, expanding it to the greatest extent possible. In an instant, he swept across a large area. As soon as his divine sense appeared, a flock after flock of firebirds were startled, and Qin Sang's figure was quickly engulfed by them.

When the number of firebirds reached a certain level, Qin Sang felt danger and withdrew his divine sense, hiding until they dispersed before releasing it again.

In this way, speed was greatly improved. Qin Sang started from the beginning and searched along the mountain wall toward the front.

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Two hours later, Qin Sang stopped, standing on a stone and gazing at the mist ahead. He had reached the point where he could go no further. A gentle force would push him back. He understood in his heart that this was the end of the first trial, and he needed to follow the iron cable to find the exit.

He was moving slowly because he had to concentrate on searching the stone wall. If he focused on flying, he could pass the trial in just half an hour.

Qin Sang went to the other side of the stone wall and searched back the way he came.

After Qin Sang had thoroughly searched both sides of the stone walls, he leaped into the air and found a stone slab nearby. Forty-odd beams of light flew out from his pouch and were placed before him.

The light encompassed a variety of magical implements. It was clear that most of them were in the style of demon cultivators.

These are all of Qin Sang's harvest. He thought he would return empty-handed, but being able to find so many magic artifacts was an unexpected delight. In addition to that, there were also three pouch bags.

Qin Sang first opened the mustard seed pouch, and to his disappointment, he found that the spirits, elixirs, and other items inside had lost their potency due to the lack of restrictions. Their spiritual essence had dissipated and they were no longer usable.

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Apart from a few spirit stones, the other artifacts were also useless.

Qin Sang turned his gaze to the array of artifacts before him, waving his hand to discard most of them. These were damaged artifacts, much like the items in the pouch. Their power had waned, leaving them as worthless scrap metal.

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There were nine intact magic artifacts left, with varying grades, all still functional. Qin Sang took them over and examined them one by one. A hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face as he reached out and grabbed three of them.

A black gourd, a pale-white long staff, and a bone flute.

These three are all soul-refining magic weapons!

Chang Ban was the worst. Qin Sang took one look and summoned the Ten Directions Yama Banner, swallowing Chang Ban whole.

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The other two are hard to quantify in terms of practicality. The black gourd's function is to suck the opponent into the gourd, and then use the soul-killing refinement within the gourd to kill the opponent, refining them into blood water. The bone flute can emit a ghostly shriek that influences the opponent's mind.

These two magic artifacts have astonishingly high soul-refining numbers, definitely meticulously crafted by a demonic cultivator as their lifeblood magic weapon!

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