There were more than forty Taoist boys standing in the square paved with white marble.
Some were dressed in luxurious clothes, some carried swords on their backs, and some were in groups of twos and threes, surrounded by fierce evil spirits.
Li Xuan was also with one of them.
This guy's appearance has completely changed. There is a flame-like pattern between his eyebrows.
Song Lin took one look and knew it was a blessing.
Blessing is a type of advanced spell that blesses a certain state on a person's body.
For example, the blessing of [Heavenly Official's Blessing] can speed up the speed of practice and the success rate of comprehending spells, which lasts for ten days.
This Song Lin had seen this in the ghost market. The blessing was very expensive, no less than refining alchemy.
Alchemy, weapon refining, consecration, and blessing are all very popular second professions.
Make money like water.
The people around me were more or less divided into small groups.
Most of them are department-based. The Taoist boys in the manor are well-dressed and have many official tools. However, the people in the warehouse are quite mixed, mainly a young man with red hair.
There are also some people who live alone like the protagonist. They are either as poor as Song Lin, or they think they are powerful and do not need to be gregarious.
Song Lin looked at everyone secretly.
These people are not teammates, but potential enemies.
Over the past month, Song Lin probably knew something about it.
Passing the three levels does not depend on one person alone. Some people choose to form a group and even take advantage of loopholes in the rules to attack other competitors.
Snapped!
Just as I was thinking about it, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder.
Song Lin turned around and saw a fat man with a smile standing behind him.
"Eh? Fellow Taoist Lin Yang!"
"You've been doing well during this period!" Lin Yang smiled.
Lin Yang was the former Treasurer of the Dharma Altar, and the two had a pretty good relationship. Lin Yang never expected that Song Lin would succeed him.
"Haha, luck, luck." Song Lin laughed.
"How is it? Are you sure?" Lin Yang asked.
This time, I was very well prepared. My chubby skin was covered with ink lines, and the lines penetrated deeply into my skin. It seemed to be some kind of magical power.
"decide as things go."
People are still gathering.
Lin Yang was too lazy to join in the fun with those geniuses.
The two chatted for a while.
The young man next to Li Xuan is Chi Yang, a disciple of Xuan Ming, the deacon of the warehouse. Legend has it that this man was born from fire and has extraordinary talents. He is also one of the most promising Taoist boys in the warehouse.
There was also a strong man with black hair and tattoos on his face, shrouded in a cloud of gloomy mist.
This person's name is Wang Ziye, he is proficient in the art of sending souls and collecting souls, and has a battalion of soul-harvesting soldiers. He is the disciple of the master of the hospital.
On the other side, the person with a pale face and gloomy look is even more powerful, the young man.
Shi Yinhua, the direct disciple of the temple master, is said to have been born from a corpse. He was born with yin and yang eyes and was good at all kinds of yin magic.
The three of them are collectively known as the Three Heroes of Xuanke.
Xuanke looks at the rising stars of the future.
These three people have the most Taoist boys around them.
Almost everyone believed that they would pass the test successfully, so they all came forward to fawn over them.
Wow!
While a group of people were chatting, the sky darkened.
The sunny day suddenly turned into dark night.
When everyone looked up, they saw clouds covering hundreds of miles, black clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and countless disheveled soldiers crying and howling in the clouds.
The wind is miserable and the ghosts are strong.
The temperature dropped by dozens of degrees.
The black clouds formed a huge human face.
The human face is that of a majestic middle-aged man, with moon-like lines between his eyebrows.
"Meet the viewer!"
Everyone bowed and saluted.
This person is the master of Xuanke Temple, Jiuyou Zhenren.
The human face covers a hundred feet in radius, and a pair of eyes stares at everyone, giving people a sense of breathless oppression.
"Get up!"
The viewer shouted majestically.
After saying that, the black cloud demon's face opened its bloody mouth.
Wow!
A strong suction force came.
Everyone's bodies were involuntarily sucked up.
Song Lin was shocked.
As soon as this person takes action, he feels powerless.
There was no chance to resist.
Soon, everyone was sucked into the mouth.
A feeling of dizziness came over me.
When he opened his eyes, he saw flames filling the sky.
There are flames above the head, flames everywhere, and hot magma beneath the feet.
Everyone stood on the land suspended in the magma.
There is also a small piece of land not far away, with a group of people standing on it, to the side and behind.
Some are covered in blood, with eyes like stars, and blood light floating above their heads.
There are also Taoist priests who are half-human and half-demon, or who associate with demons. This is a Taoist temple where demons should be practiced mainly.
The people on the side of the Xuanke Temple look relatively normal, each wearing feathered clothes and full of fairy aura.
As if seeing Song Lin's doubts, Lin Yang whispered: "These are Taoist temples under the jurisdiction of Meishan Jungle. The Chaozhen Temple next to them practices the method of corpse dissection."
Good guy, these people are even more abnormal.
The so-called corpse dissolution is the practice of abandoning the physical body, which is also called the shucking of the body.
To put it bluntly, it was suicide, using fire, water, or weapons... Song Lin felt a little lucky that he was not included in this Taoist temple.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Yuzhen, long time no see!"
The white-haired Taoist leader from Xuanke Guan greeted the monks from Chaozhen Guan.
"Fellow Daoist Jingling, long time no see." The other party returned the greeting with a smile.
Several people chatted for a while.
"Wash your body with water, refine your form with fire, pass the test of immortality, accompany ghosts and gods, stay with me for twenty-eight nights, and protect my true spirit from thousands of evils and filth!"
The sound of majestic mantras spread in all directions.
The first thing that appeared was the 300-foot-long paper bridge.
The paper bridge starts from one piece of land and ends at another piece of land.
There is a paper bridge in the middle, with roaring fire clouds above and sharp swords rising from the magma below.
Let alone whether you will be stabbed to death by a knife if you fall, the flames alone are unbearable.
This is the first pass of Naihe Bridge.
The next level is the Huangquan River. The flames separate and yellow oil and water rise. The flames in all directions are still baking the oil and water.