There are twelve masters of the Golden Que, and if more than twelve monks enter, it means competition and elimination are inevitable.
According to Qiu Changtian's speculation, the Orthodox Sect originally arranged for twelve people to enter, on the one hand to avoid excessive competition, and on the other hand to prevent being discovered by the Demonic Sect.
After all, the more people know about the secret realm, the easier it is for information to be leaked.
On the contrary, if the scale is controlled in the hands of a small number of elites, it will be relatively safer - after all, the probability of a traitor among the elites is the smallest.
Unfortunately, the news eventually got out.
Judging from the relationship between the two factions of good and evil, the next competition and elimination must be extremely cruel, and it is likely to be the kind where they attack each other immediately upon meeting.
Qiu Changtian made a Taoist secret with his left hand to evaporate all the water on himself and Junior Sister Xu, and then walked outside with her in his arms.
If you think about it carefully, Jindan real people who enter the secret realm can be roughly divided into two types:
The first type is those who take the initiative to attack and kill others; the second type is those who try to hide themselves to avoid conflicts.
After all, as long as there are no more than twelve people left, it will be fine. Unless you have absolute confidence in your own strength, you don't have to take the initiative to fight with others. It will actually be more beneficial to preserve your strength.
However, do the rules of this Golden Palace Secret Realm really just require us to fight each other until there are only twelve people left?
Qiu Changtian was deeply suspicious of this.
After continuing to move forward for a while, several maids suddenly appeared from the front and said with a smile:
"Young Master is here, my master has invited you."
Autumn Changtian:?
He soon realized that these maids were all illusions and had no physical existence.
"May I ask who your master is?" He frowned and asked cautiously.
"My master is the True Monarch of Liandu." The maids said with a smile, and then came over to surround Qiu Changtian and lead him forward.
After turning a few corners, you entered a main hall.
I saw that the hall was magnificent, with two rows of tables and tables, and many rare and exotic fruits on display. There were also fairies playing the harp, singing and dancing in fine clothes, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard endlessly.
The person sitting in the main seat is an old man, wearing a seven-star crown, a green cloud crane suit, and long red shoes. Below, sitting in front of the table, are several Jindan masters.
Qiu Changtian's spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he saw that two of them were real people from the Demon Sect whom he did not recognize. One was a real Jindan from Shushan (the Taoist name seems to be called Miaodan), and the other was a master from the Kunlun Jindan realm.
Senior sister Luo Baiyuan.
Although the four people looked calm, they could not hide their uneasiness.
"Here are two more distinguished guests!" The old man sitting on the table said with a smile, stroking his hands, "Come on, please sit down!"
Qiu Changtian was about to answer when he felt an involuntary force pushing him to sit next to Luo Baiyuan.
"The person in your arms has damaged consciousness." The old man said with a smile, "You only need to drink half a tael to recover."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Qiu Changtian did not doubt that he was there. After scanning the wine in the glass, he fed it to the junior sister in his arms.
After a few breaths, Xu Yinglian woke up and turned around, propped himself up and looked around.
After a while, she realized something was wrong and asked Qiu Changtian a few words in a low voice.
"I don't know, I guess it's part of the trial arranged by the secret realm." Qiu Changtian replied, calmly tasting the food and wine at the table.
Seeing that his senior brother was so calm, Xu Yinglian felt relieved and just scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
After a while, the round of singing and dancing ended, and the old man waved his hand to the musicians and dancers to leave, and said with a smile:
"I am the True Monarch of Liandu. Please come here, but I have something to ask of you."
All the real people looked at each other and were speechless.
Not that no one wanted to leave before, but as long as someone tried to get up, they would be pinned down again by some invisible force.
Acting in such a domineering manner, it is clear that he wants to force himself to make things difficult. Saying that he is "seeking for each other" is just a fig leaf.
So Master Miaodan from Shushan asked with an ugly face:
"I wonder what the True Lord has to ask of you? I have low magical powers, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle the things that the True Lord has asked me to do."
"Hahahaha." Zhenjun Liandu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "No problem, just listen to me first."
"In the Golden Palace, the twelve chief thrones are in the hands of our twelve true kings stationed in the secret realm. If you want to take the throne, you must first pass our test."
"Of course, there were more competitors in previous years, so the test often lasted for several rounds, and a large number of contenders were screened out."
"Only twenty-four people entered this time, so there will only be one round of testing."
Only twenty-four people entered? A thought quickly flashed through Qiu Changtian's mind.
In other words, the Demon Sect only dispatched twelve people.
If the Orthodox Sect dispatched twelve people in order to control the scale as much as possible and avoid leaks of information, then why did the Demonic Sect, as a latecomer, also choose to control the scale?
Combined with the statement of the True Monarch of Liandu, it is not difficult to draw the conclusion:
The more people there are, the more difficult the test becomes, in order to eliminate as many people as possible.
Keep the number of people at the minimum twelve in order to reduce the difficulty of the test as much as possible.
In other words, the basic difficulty of the test itself may have reached a level that is difficult for us to pass...
"The test here is very simple." Zhenjun Liandu said with a smile, "I made a bet with Zhenjun Jiuhua next door, to choose one of you to teach a Taoist method."
"Before noon tomorrow, if any of you can guess who the person I selected is, then I will change the person I originally selected to the person I guessed correctly."
"As for the guessed original chosen one, it will be considered as having failed in my trial. It is impossible for him to get the Golden Que position from me. He can only try his luck with other true kings."
"Of course, if the guess is wrong, the person who guessed wrong will also be counted as failed in the trial."
"On the other hand, at noon tomorrow, if anyone can tell me who the person chosen by True Lord Jiuhua is, I will hand over the Golden Que position in my hand to him."
"On the other hand, if someone from True Lord Jiuhua guesses who my chosen one is, then you will all be considered as failed in the trial."
"Then what if someone on both sides guesses correctly, or if neither party guesses correctly?" Xu Yinglian said suddenly.
"If both sides guess correctly, or neither guesses correctly, it will also be counted as a failure in the trial." Zhenjun Liandu Youyou said, "Of course, the promised teaching method is still valid."
Qiu Changtian:………………
What a hassle!
If the content of the test is a battle royale and mutual elimination, then it would be simple.
Now it's a battle of wits, which is obviously a lot more troublesome.
To put it simply, we must try our best to find the person chosen by True Lord Jiuhua on our side, and not let the person chosen by True Lord Liandu on our side be found by the other party. This is a psychological game equivalent to guessing the identity of Werewolf.
However, due to the possibility of informing the true king in advance and then changing the person, this test is much more complicated than the werewolf killing and guessing the identity.
You know, as long as you guess your chosen one correctly, you can replace the person who learned the Tao from the True Lord with you.
For example, if I find out that the chosen one is the Master Miaodan from Shushan, I can secretly notify Master Liandu and replace the chosen one with myself.
Due to the existence of the above rule, everyone has a strong enough incentive to do this.
In this way, not only do we have to compete with the real person opposite, but even our companions here cannot be trusted...
Um?
If it was Junior Sister Xu, she wouldn't hide it from me, right?
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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