A quarter of an hour passed quickly. After taking the elixir, the faces of the twenty-two disciples who were meditating and resting on the ring quickly returned to rosy and full of energy.
At this time, Lu Sheng came to the ring again with two fellow elders and said: "The quarter of an hour has come, and now we will conduct the mood test.
As Elder Yu said before, the state of mind test is to test whether your Taoist heart is stable and whether you have nourished the inner demons at this stage. Whether your Taoist heart is firm or not will determine whether your road in the future will be smooth. Elder Yang."
"yes."
Yang Yu took a step forward after hearing the words, and gently tapped the cloth bag hanging on his waist with his right hand. A series of more than twenty dazzling streams of light flew out of the cloth bag and fell in front of everyone.
After the light dissipated, everyone took a closer look and found that what Elder Yang had called out from the storage bag were twenty-two plain-looking bronze mirrors.
Everyone was confused.
At this time, Yang Yu's strong voice came: "These twenty-two bronze mirrors are products of the Daxin Dynasty in the northeast of the mainland. They are called magic mirrors. Their purpose is to explore the realm of the user's Taoist heart, and
It has the effect of discovering inner demons.
The longer you stand in front of this magic mirror, the more stable your mind will be, and the harder it will be to encounter inner demons when you break through in the future. The image in the mirror may not be your reflection, or a reflection of you.
Nothingness; or a sea of fire; or an abyss.
The magic mirror reflects an endless illusion. The disciples with a shallower Taoist mind will feel weak and collapse to the ground, but the disciples with a calm Taoist mind can persist for a long time. When you fall into it, it also means that the Taoist mind is gone.
It’s the end.”
"Okay, you guys go to the magic mirror and get ready to start."
Yang Yu said, snapping his fingers and shooting a few rays of green fairy energy towards the twenty-two bronze mirrors. Under the entanglement of the green fairy energy, the twenty-two bronze mirrors bloomed, and the originally blurry mirror surface suddenly became clear.
But when Su Xing saw the green fairy energy wrapped around the bronze mirror, he was suddenly shocked.
"Wood element energy...?" He walked to a bronze mirror and felt a sense of familiarity coming from the gas, which made him even more sure of the matter.
After practicing kung fu in Wanjian Sect for a whole year, this is the first wood-type warrior he has seen except himself!
Su Xing immediately glanced at the elder Yang Yu secretly, and the image of Zhentian Peak in his heart suddenly became more mysterious and unpredictable.
"Get ready to start."
Yang Yu's strong voice came to his ears again, suddenly waking Su Xing up from his daze. He looked around and found that many disciples had walked to the front of the magic mirror and began to gaze at the mirror.
He shook his head, not daring to think about anything else, and returned his gaze to the bronze mirror.
"Buzz."
The moment he looked at the mirror, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in Su Xing's mind, and he saw a strange black mist flying out of the mirror, which immediately entangled him.
The dizziness kept hitting his brain, and he felt faint for a moment. His limbs were weak and his legs were about to fall down.
"This is an assessment of my state of mind. If I fall down at the beginning, wouldn't I be laughed at by everyone?"
Su Xing gritted his teeth and summoned the vitality in his Dantian and the Gang Qi in the Gang Hai. The two gases flowed freely in the body, warming up the body that was already starting to feel cold.
The warmth that filled his body quickly made him recover from his weakness, and the muscles in his legs were awakened again, allowing Su Xing to stand firmly.
However, when he looked around, he found that the surrounding environment was pitch black and he could no longer see anything clearly except his own body.
At this moment, a faint light suddenly burst out not far ahead.
He cautiously took steps towards the light spot in the distance step by step. The dizziness continued to sweep through his brain, but Su Xing remained calm and told himself not to give up, enduring the pain and moving forward.
After walking for a few breaths, when he was only a few steps away from the light spot, the light spot suddenly went out and the surrounding area fell into darkness again.
"call."
A sound of breathing followed by exhalation suddenly blew on Su Xing's face, causing his body to tremble and his hair to stand on end.
There seem to be other creatures in the darkness?
He swallowed hard, turned his head slowly, and widened his eyes to find any traces in the dark environment.
"Whoops."
There was another sound of breathing. This time, the sound of rough breathing and exhalation came from bottom to top into Su Xing's ears.
He lowered his head in horror and found dense silver light shining under his feet.
At this moment, a bright light lit up above his head, dispersing the darkness around him and allowing Su Xing to see clearly what was under his feet.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he realized that under his feet was a giant beast as big as a mountain peak, and he had been stepping on the giant beast's generous blood-red tongue!
And the countless dense silver lights seen in the darkness before were actually the countless fangs that filled the mouth of this vicious beast!
The densely packed fangs and the thick blood-red tongue that protruded more than three feet from his mouth made Su Xing's hair stand on end. He was sweating profusely in an instant, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.
"This is an illusion."
Stepping on the tip of the giant beast's tongue, he patted his chest, suppressed the fear in his heart, and kept comforting himself.
"Hold on, hold on. Don't fall down here."
He shook his head and suddenly recalled the illusion of fear he had entered when he was practicing visualization.
Compared with the illusion he saw at that time, the giant beast under his feet suddenly felt like nothing.
He quickly calmed down his fearful mood, his expression relaxed, and he opened his eyes again and looked directly at the giant beast at his feet.
When his calm gaze met the behemoth's eyes as small as pearls, the behemoth immediately turned into countless debris and escaped into the darkness.
At this moment, the light above Su Xing's head suddenly disappeared, and he fell into darkness again.
…
In the Wanjian Square of Wanjian Sect's Luyan Peak, thousands of disciples and many Taoist abbots were sitting in the audience, staring intently at the remaining twenty-two disciples on the stage.
In the eyes of the audience, the twenty-two people on the stage looked at the mirror as if they were possessed, and they were as motionless as a piece of wood.
The audience held their breath and did not dare to take a breath. Although the final mood test seemed very boring, the tense atmosphere on the field was not comparable to any previous round of assessment.
The time spent standing in front of the magic mirror is measured by the interval between breaths. So far, a full ten breaths have passed in the mood assessment, and none of the twenty-two disciples seems to have been defeated.
According to Elder Yang Yu, disciples who cannot persevere in the magic mirror will eventually see their inner demons in the mirror, and then collapse to the ground with weakness.
But so far they have not seen such a disciple, and everyone is persisting.
It was quiet in all directions, not a sound could be heard.
"Plop."
A sudden sound broke the long-lasting silence. Everyone looked and saw a red-clothed disciple on the ring collapsed to the ground as if someone had given him cartilage powder.
"Senior Brother Wang Mao?!"
The disciples of Shenji Taoist Temple let out a burst of exclamations.
"Can't even hold on for twenty breaths?" Yu Jing in white skirt looked at Wang Mao who fell on the ground and suddenly frowned, "The minimum requirement set by the inner sect this time is to hold on to twenty breaths. He only
I persisted for twelve breaths."
Lu Sheng recognized this disciple, sighed, shook his head and said, "No matter how good his previous performance was, the inner sect's rules cannot be broken. Just cross out his name."
Yang Yu picked up the pen hesitantly, "But Elder Lu, this disciple named Wang Mao is very talented in swordsmanship."
"There is no conflict between a swordsman prodigy and an unstable Taoist mind. Such a disciple will not have a good prospect even if he enters the inner sect. Have you forgotten..."
Before Lu Sheng finished speaking, he saw Yang Yu finally cross out Wang Mao's name decisively.
He sighed, thinking that this was a helpless move. The Wanjian Sect had many geniuses who became possessed over the years, and they could no longer take this risk.
At this time, Wang Mao woke up from his coma. He stood up and looked around. He found that the other disciples were still looking at the magic mirror, with the exception of him.
"I...I'm the worst one?" He muttered absently, with an unbelievable expression on his face.