On the ancient gold battle stage, Elder Gu also put away the ruthlessness and sternness he had shown when he killed Zhou Lieyang, and instead put on a smiling appearance, looking no different from the old man basking in the sun in the mortal world.
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"Little children of Dongtu! Anyone who is older than twelve and not more than eighteen years old is eligible to sign up for the selection. Now, if you are willing to participate in the selection, please stand up from where you are!"
The voice of the ancient elder spread out and resounded in the ears of every young monk of the eastern land around the ancient gold battle platform.
The next moment, swish swish...
Almost 80% to 90% of the figures stood up from where they were, with infinite anticipation and enthusiasm on their faces!
Above the void, Ye Wuque looked around and immediately knew that more than 10,000 people agreed with the original condition.
The scale was nearly a hundred times greater than when he participated in the Hundred Cities War of Eastern Land more than half a year ago!
At that time, there were only nine people who were finally selected and qualified to worship the Holy Way of All Heavens, which was completely incomparable with now.
However, now and then, all the holy ways of the heavens are flourishing, and what is lacking is a large number of disciples, so the selection conditions are appropriately relaxed except for age.
"Very good! Fourteen thousand people! Take your nameplates!"
The ancient elder spoke again, and flicked his hands in the air. Suddenly streams of light erupted from his sleeves, tens of thousands of them, shot out of the void, and accurately reached the hands of every qualified Eastern Tu monk.
Under the ancient gold battle stage, Murong Hai grabbed the flying nameplate. The texture was simple and warm to the touch. It was cast from an unknown jade. There was nothing else on it except the number "One Hundred and Three".
things.
Obviously, Murong Hai was ranked No. 103, which was a number waiting to be tested.
Murong Tian, who was originally looking ashen, was standing slowly with the support of Murong Baishi. He also received a jade medal of his own and was ranked No. 598.
It's just that at this moment, Murong Tiantian looked half as before. He looked as if his backbone had been removed, and even his energy and spirit were completely withered, as if he were a walking corpse.
Ever since he found out that Ye Wuque was the Holy Son, the last obsession and goal in Murong Tian's heart suddenly collapsed, and his fighting spirit was completely gone.
This made Murong Baishi sigh, but there was nothing he could do!
My grandson may be really talented, but his mind and will are far too different, and he has no potential to become a strong man. He may only be mediocre in this life.
Murong Binglan struggled for a long time, but finally did not stand up, because she knew that even if she stood up and accepted the jade medal, the chance of passing the selection would be extremely slim, and it would be almost impossible to pass.
A pair of beautiful eyes were flashing with an extremely dim color at this time, as if they were still immersed in their own thoughts, and their mood was extremely complicated and uncomfortable, showing a look that made people pity.
In this world, there are many things that once you make a choice, you can never go back. Even if you regret it deeply, it is useless.
"Now each of you has your own number plate. The next procedure is very simple. Everyone will participate in three tests in the order of their own number plate. Each group of nine people will be qualified. Anyone who can meet the requirements will be qualified.
Worship me, the holy path of all heavens! Then let’s begin…”
The ancient elder's voice echoed, and immediately nine figures jumped out from the throne and boarded the ancient golden battle platform.
Countless eyes are looking at these young faces at this moment, looking forward to their postgraduate entrance examination results.
If you can pass the test, your life trajectory will be completely changed and your own destiny will be rewritten.
If you can't pass, you can only leave sadly, go back to where you came from, and miss the holy path of the heavens.
This is cruel, but it is destined to be so.
When the selection officially began, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao, Mo Qingye, and Mo Baiou were once again enveloped by a vast and magnificent Yuanli Pilian, soaring into the sky and photographing Ye Wuque's side.
The one who took action was naturally Ye Wuque. Seeing the faces of his four friends again, a warm smile appeared on Ye Wuque's face again.
Although Sima Ao was being supported by Mo Qingye and his face was very pale, it could be seen from his brows that he had grown up a lot in the past six months and had become more mature and tough.
But this is also inevitable. After experiencing the test of life and death, and bloody battles, whoever survives, how can he not grow?
"It feels really good to see you again."
Looking at the four familiar faces in front of him, Ye Wuque spoke slowly. He was really happy at this moment.
"Ahem... Wu Que, I didn't expect you to become the Holy Son of the Holy Way of the Heavens! It's really amazing!"
Although Sima Ao was pale, his expression was very excited. He stared at Ye Wuque with deep admiration in his eyes.
The same was true for Lin Yingluo and Mo Qingye. Only Xiaobai Lotus was chirping and rushed over once again, hugging Ye Wuque's arm and shaking it excitedly.
"After the disciple selection is over, there will still be one day for those who have passed the selection to prepare, so we can have a good gathering."
It is naturally a comforting thing to see former comrades-in-arms reunited again.
Ye Wuque spoke like this, but his bright eyes stared at the four of them with a hint of ridicule.
"Oh, we want to have a good gathering. If we are not injured this time, we can still participate in the selection..."
Sima Ao said sadly, as did the other three girls. They were now eighteen years old and qualified to participate in the selection, but now they were injured and unable to go down to participate.
At this moment, the four of them felt a sense of reluctance in their hearts, because they knew that as the holy son of the Holy Way of the Heavens, it would be extremely difficult for Ye Wuque to return to the Eastern Land. If they were to say goodbye again, they didn’t know when they would be able to see each other again.
goodbye.
How could the expressions of the four of them escape Ye Wuque's eyes? At that moment, he smiled softly, and the teasing meaning in his eyes became more intense, and immediately said: "Well, yes, you will go back after we have a good gathering.
Pack your things at home, and then go to the Holy Path of All Heavens with me."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Yingluo and the others were stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Wuque with doubtful expressions, as if they thought they were hearing hallucinations.
"Wu...Wuque...you...what did you just say?"
Sima Ao's voice stuttered a bit, his throat was dry, and his eyes showed a hint of unbelievable joy.
"I said... after we get together, you can go home and pack your things, and then go to the Holy Path of All Heavens with me. What, aren't you willing?"
"Yes! Little White Lotus is willing! Wow! That's great! I can see my eldest sister! That's great!"
Little White Lotus screamed excitedly, her cute little face flushed with excitement, like a big apple, extremely cute.
Sima Ao, Lin Yingluo, and Mo Qingye also slowly showed extremely happy smiles on their faces.
"Wuque...I really appreciate you! But won't this cause you any trouble? If it will, then we can't cause trouble to you!"
After all, Lin Yingluo was the one who thought it through, and said to Ye Wuque with some worry.
"Haha, you four little kids are worrying too much! The decision of the Holy Son is now equivalent to the decision of the Sect Master. In our Holy Way of All Heavens, the Holy Son shines brightly and follows the law... Welcome the four of you to join the Holy Way of All Heavens.
Tao, and become a disciple of the holy Tao of all heavens.”
The one who spoke was the ancient elder who appeared next to Ye Wuque again. He answered with a smile, and looked at Lin Yingluo and the four others with a friendly smile.
joke!
What is the status of the Holy Son within the sect now?
Brilliant, supreme!
Since one can decide between life and death with one word, and destroy all living beings with one thought, naturally one can change the fate of others with one word!
As long as the Holy Son is willing, not to mention four, but four hundred, the holy ways of the heavens will be accepted without fail.
Besides, how could the ancient elder not see that these four friends of the Holy Son are by no means idiots, but all of them have extremely good talents. Coupled with the life led by the Purgatory for more than half a year, the spiritual will has also transformed into an extremely powerful one!
These four people are all talents. Joining the Holy Way of All Heavens is like a dragon returning to the sea, and they have soared into the sky since then.
Ye Wuque's words completely changed their destiny. At this moment, the mood of the four people was extremely exciting and full of joy. They worshiped the Holy Way of All Heavens and became disciples of the Holy Way of All Heavens. This was their dream wish.
Now it’s finally successful!
Time passed little by little, and a monk named Dongtu participated in the selection. Those who passed were elated and delighted, while those who failed left sadly and sadly.
It's as if half heaven and half hell are constantly alternating.
Until a certain moment, when the last Dongtu monk ranked number 22,000 successfully passed the three tests and became the last lucky person, the selection of Dongtu disciples finally came to an end.
Twelve thousand people participated in the selection, and the number that finally passed reached 981, with a success rate of less than one tenth!
Above the void, Ye Wuque stood up slowly on the dark throne. His black cloak was hunting in the wind, his black hair was flying, and a smile appeared on his handsome and fair face. He looked down at the earth and scanned the nine hundred and eighty-one pictures.
A young face filled with joy and excitement.
"Congratulations to all of you, you have finally passed the selection. From now on, you will be the disciples of the Holy Way of the Heavens, worthy of my brothers and sisters, Master Ye Wuque! One day later, you will still be here. The four elders and I will take you out of Dongdong.
Earth, go to the holy path of the heavens!"
Ye Wuque's words fell from the sky, instantly making the world boil!
Dongtu's selection of disciples has finally come to an end.
An hour later.
In a quiet and exquisite small courtyard in the first main city, all the members of the Murong family are here.
Murong Changqing kept walking back and forth, looking extremely excited, both excited and nervous, and kept looking at the courtyard door, as if waiting for someone.
Until half a quarter of an hour later, from outside the far door, a tall and slender figure stepped forward, with a deep smile and joy on his face. It was Ye Wuque.