Within the translucent light curtain, the Great Xumi Qiankun Pagoda stood quietly on a high platform, with thick gray mist still flowing on the bottom floor. Under the stage, disciples of the four major sects were chatting in pairs or sitting quietly in a corner. From time to time, there were people.
came from the tower and left the hall dejectedly.
Four Nascent Soul Stage real people were standing in front of the tower, gathering together to gaze at the tower.
"The time is almost up." The middle-aged man from the Shaoyang Sect stroked the short beard on his chin and said slowly: "I just don't know how many people will be able to pass the three levels this time. There are only two people left in the tower.
You must be a person of left and right."
"Less than 20%." The female monk from the Yinxian Sect on the side said: "There are only about 3,000 people left. Many people were directly eliminated at the first level of luck, and those who are still in the tower may not be
Everyone got the entry token." She looked at Ming Yangzi: "Fellow Taoist Ming Yangzi, is the level setting this time a little difficult?"
"What Fairy Feifeng said is wrong." Mingyangzi said: "Luck, perseverance, character, plus spiritual roots and qualifications, all of which are indispensable on the road to cultivating immortality. You and I are indispensable.
You can’t get where you are today only by possessing all four things.”
The female cultivator sighed and stopped talking.
"Fellow Taoist Mingyangzi is right!" The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Besides, this trial has been very lenient to these new disciples." He did not say where the laxity was.
"Now is an extraordinary period. We can only select the most outstanding disciples and pool resources to train them so that they can grow up as quickly as possible within two hundred years to cope with the upcoming war!" Ming Yangzi said firmly.
As soon as these words came out, the four of them fell silent. The monk surnamed Chu from Ziwei Sword Pavilion who had been silent suddenly said: "Will the 'little chance of survival' calculated by Old Man Tianji really appear among these disciples?"
"Old Man Tianji's great prophecy has reached its peak level. He calculated that the 'glimmer of hope' related to the survival of the entire Yunmengze Continent two hundred years from now will appear at this Immortal Ascension Conference. Then, nine out of ten times, it will be true.
"However," the middle-aged man said with a worried expression, "it may not be among our group of disciples, and it may not be possible among other small sects."
The monk surnamed Chu sneered: "I don't believe in any chance of survival. I am only responsible for practicing the Nine-turn Taiyi Immortal Killing Formation. If this sword formation does not need to be coordinated with practicing the sword formation skills from the beginning, why would it be so troublesome?
So many new disciples!”
"Haha, since the Nine-turn Taiyi Immortal Killing Formation only needs disciples with metal spiritual roots, why don't Fellow Daoist Chu give up the child with the ice spiritual roots that day to my Shaoyang sect?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
The monk surnamed Chu glanced at him and said lazily: "Lingyang Lord is really good at joking. That child's ice spirit root is exactly the same as my dry blue sword manual. Are you going to steal my disciple with just one word?"
Ming Yangzi smiled mysteriously and did not explain the misunderstanding that day. He raised his hand to interrupt the two of them: "The time is up, let's get everyone out of the tower."
The four of them stopped chatting and walked towards the four corners respectively.
Liu Qinghuan was digging a spiritual grass on the mountain wall. A flower appeared in front of his eyes in the gray hall in front of the tower. At the same time, figures slowly emerged around him.
The person who came out first saw that he was carrying a big burden on his back, and couldn't help but be shocked. In the blink of an eye, the big baggage disappeared.
This scene happened to be seen by Yang Mingzi on the high platform, and he couldn't help but laugh: This guy is really interesting.
"Quiet!" Lord Ling Yang of the Shaoyang Sect walked to the middle of the high platform, raised his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, here are all the people who have obtained the entry tokens. On behalf of the Shaoyang Sect, I congratulate all the children on joining the four major sects.
Now please invite the new disciples of our sect to follow me."
After saying that, he stepped off the high platform and walked towards the door, followed by several foundation-building monks from the Shaoyang Sect and all the new initiates who chose to join the Shaoyang Sect.
Then, Mingyangzi from the Wenshi sect also walked down the platform with his hands behind his back. Liu Qinghuan waved to Yunzheng in the distance and quickly followed.
Walking out of the gray hall, the sun was shining outside and there were crowds of people, but they were all isolated on the periphery, and the entire central venue was vacant. The monks who were watching the excitement looked at these young people who had joined the top sects of Yunmengze with envy, and guessed
Who will become the next rising star, and who will dominate the entire world of immortality in the future.
At this time, the Shaoyang Sect had released a huge flying boat. The silver-gray flying boat shone in the sunlight. Its upper deck was towering and its treasures were solemn. The disciples of the Shaoyang Sect had already boarded the boat. Lord Lingyang stood tall.
He cupped his hand towards Ming Yangzi from the high corners, and the flying boat slowly flew up. A layer of cyan light rose from the side of the ship, covering the entire ship. The hull flashed a few times, and it was already gone.
Gone in an instant.
"Wow, so fast! So powerful!"
"The Shaoyang Sect is indeed the number one sect!"
The monks who were watching all raised their heads and looked around, whispering to each other with interest.
"Look, Wenshi's Hongmeng Seven-Colored Dapeng has come out! Ah..."
"What a big bird..."
"The legendary bird Dapeng..."
Looking at the newly appeared colorful big bird, the monks opened their mouths in surprise one by one. The bird was so big! It almost occupied nearly half of the open land in Nanshan, and it was several times bigger than the previous flying boat. It only stood up
There, it was as majestic as a giant beast from the wild.
Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded. This bird looked very familiar! It was just a little bigger than when he was in the tower. Thinking about how he patted its head and called it "Brother Bird", Liu Qinghuan felt that his neck was red.
At this time, he only felt his body light up, and he had been rolled up from the ground onto the back of the bird. At this time, the back of the bird was so big that it was still more than enough for hundreds of people to stand on it. He only heard Ming Yangzi's "get up", and the big bird stood up
He stood up and flapped his wings slightly. The monks who were watching immediately felt unsteady and staggered a lot. At the same time, a curtain of light fell from the sky, and the howling wind immediately disappeared. The monks all exclaimed in surprise.
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Yang Mingzi took back his hand and patted the bird's back. The big bird had no scruples anymore, and its huge wings were fully extended, covering almost the entire open area like a blazing sun. With a kick of its legs, it rose into the air.
With one flap of his wings, he disappeared from the spot and appeared on the horizon, and with another flap, he disappeared without a trace.
The roc spreads its wings and flies thousands of miles a day. After the initial excitement, the new disciples who joined the Wenshi sect gradually calmed down. Those who liked to make connections went around chatting with people; others who liked tranquility sat aside and meditated.
Liu Qinghuan belongs to the middle, neither particularly enthusiastic nor overly indifferent. The friendship between the same disciples needs to be maintained, but he does not want to waste too much of his energy on interacting with others. Ming Yangzi and the foundation-building monks do not care about these new entrants.
Disciple, just meditate with your eyes closed.
The Dapeng flew toward the east for fifteen consecutive days, crossing several major states, and finally began to descend slowly on this day.
"Donghuazhou has arrived!" Someone shouted happily: "Look, there is the Wenshi Mountains over there!"
"Where is it? Let me take a look." A bunch of people crowded over there and exclaimed: "Our Wenshi sect actually has an entire mountain range!"
Liu Qinghuan also walked over and looked down through the light curtain of the protective shield, and saw a vast expanse of mountains.