Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Liuyun, Liumu's voices came out slowly from this world.

All the disciples who were taking the test were concentrating, even those who were carrying the inheritance were no exception.

Only Qin Xuan, his eyes slowly passed by the Tianyun Hall and the Tianyun Divine Tree, like a hook passing by the past.

He seemed to remember that he was covered with scars and was taken to the Tianyun Nine Mountains to heal his wounds.

In his mind, he recalled the face of his former master, and he couldn't help but be a little absent-minded.

...

In the green mountains and drizzle, a young man wearing a cloud-patterned Taoist robe and a crown stood.

A woman's voice was as ethereal as the wind dancing, and she looked at the young man with his head down.

"This generation is all named Chang.

It happens that you are the one who is green in the mountains. From now on... I hope you can be like the Tianyun sacred tree, evergreen in the world, and become an immortal.

I will give you the two characters Changqing, and you will be my disciple of Liu Ni. Are you willing?"

The young man raised his head slightly and said softly: "Respect the master's words, I will use Changqing as my name from now on!"

The young man smiled and looked at the woman who looked like a fairy, "Disciple Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, greets the master!"

The woman looked at the young man's smile and seemed to be in a trance, but she didn't know that since then, there was one less cultivator named Qin Xuan in the cultivation world, and after thousands of years, there was one more supreme master at the top of the immortal world.

Qingdi, Qin Changqing!

...

It is said that when Qin Xuan was distracted, the Tianyun Sect assessment had already begun.

Thousands of disciples gathered together. After ten breaths, suddenly, a round of light rose behind the head of Liu Mu Zhenjun. The light gradually condensed and turned into a six-inch cloud, which looked like a black turtle and exuded divine power.

"That is the Yuanshen of Master Liumu!"

"The Yuanshen has taken shape, worthy of being the Yuanying Master of Tianyun Sect!"

"Is it a bit of a waste to use the power of the Yuanshen to test disciples?"

Wan Zong watched from the sidelines, thinking in his heart, but did not dare to make a sound to disturb the Tianyun Sect's test.

Since the black turtle cloud rose, thousands of disciples present were all shocked. Mortals felt their souls trembling, as if a Tongtian divine turtle was in front of them. For example, Xu Xun was covered in cold sweat and was even more terrified.

Even those inheritors, Qi Refining Realm and Golden Core Realm cultivators, could not help but be shocked, feeling the pressure from the depths of their souls, like a mountain pressing on the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Liu Mu's earthly soul has made progress again!"

Liu Yun couldn't help but smile. Among the thousands of disciples under the divine power of the soul, mortals could only bear illusions, while cultivators could bear the real pressure of the soul.

The weak are weak, and the strong are stronger!

Such a delicate control of the soul is beyond the reach of ordinary Yuanying Realm True Lords.

Even the people of Wanzong who were watching could not help but marvel in their hearts.

In just a few breaths, among the thousands of disciples, groups of people fell down, or sat down, and collapsed on the ground.

This pressure was too terrifying, and mortals were not strong enough to bear it.

Xu Xun's face was even paler, and he almost couldn't bear it, but his mind couldn't help but flash through the millions of miles of travel, his grandfather's expectant eyes, and Qin Xuan's divine power that crushed the great cultivator of the God of Transformation.

Suddenly, a hint of determination rose in his eyes, and he actually held on.

Even those monks who were carrying the inheritance could not help but be shaky under this pressure.

Among them, there were some who were more relaxed, such as the young man from the edge of the wasteland, with a firm gaze and a hint of ferocity in his body.

Mu Qi was the same. Although he looked solemn, a few breaths of time were unusually easy for him.

Mu Qi, on the other hand, looked at Qin Xuan with a gloomy look.

"You can actually bear it? I want to see how long you can bear it?"

Mu Qi smiled coldly. As the seventh prince of Xiyun Kingdom, he considered himself a genius. How could a mere unknown person compare with him in terms of the so-called Dao heart?

Then ten breaths of time passed, and at this moment, nearly 90% of the thousands of test disciples fell down, leaving only a few hundred people.

Among them, there were only less than a hundred ordinary people left. With a muffled groan, Xu Xun's face turned pale, and he finally couldn't bear the pressure and fell down involuntarily.

He tried to support his body, but it was already weak.

Xu Xun's face was a little pale, and his back was already wet after only ten breaths.

"There are a few good little guys!" Liu Yun looked at this scene and nodded slightly, especially when his eyes passed over Xu Xun, his eyes paused.

After all, he had been a neighbor of Xu Xun for a while, and he knew the talent of this little guy.

His talent was average, and his Taoism was barely at the entrance.

Liu Yun shook his head slightly, and then his eyes fell on Qin Xuan, and he was slightly stunned.

Fifteen breaths passed, and with the increasing pressure of Liu Mu's Yuanshen, almost all the mortals present were spared and all fell down.

Almost all the remaining ones were cultivators, about three hundred people.

Even these cultivators were extremely pale, and finally, accompanied by a soundWith a muffled groan, the first person to fall was not a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm, but a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm.

His face was pale, and he sat on the ground in a state of despair.

Following the fall of the first cultivator, a large number of cultivators could no longer withstand the pressure of Liu Mu's Yuanshen after a few breaths.

Until the 30th breath, there were only a few figures in the field, only more than ten people.

Among them, there was the young man from the wasteland with fierce eyes, and Mu Qi.

However, even these two people could not help but sweat on their foreheads.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Liu Mu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Qin Xuan.

He felt something was wrong. He could not feel any difficulty from Qin Xuan, with his slightly distracted eyes.

Absent-minded! ?

Under the pressure of his Yuanshen of the middle grade of the Yuanying, how dare someone be so arrogant?

Liu Mu's eyes condensed slightly, and his soul moved. In an instant, the pressure he put into Qin Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness almost doubled.

"This little guy is interesting. He dares to be so careless under his soul!" Liu Yun discovered it earlier, and his eyes were a little strange.

But as Liu Mu's soul pressure became heavier, Liu Mu's expression became more solemn.

There was even a flash of disbelief in his eyes. His pressure might be unbearable even for a great cultivator of the spirit transformation, but it was like mud sinking into the sea when it entered this white-haired young man, without any sound.

Liu Mu's eyes flashed with anger, and at this moment, there were almost only three people left in the entire venue.

The Jindan cultivator from the wasteland, Mu Qi, the seventh prince of Xiyun Kingdom, and Qin Xuan.

Suddenly, the soul behind Liu Mu shook, and the pressure he exerted was twice as strong.

Boom!

With a loud bang, it was as if the Sky-supporting Turtle had stepped into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the pressure of the Yuanshen had more than doubled.

The young man from the wasteland and Mu Qi immediately turned pale, their hearts and minds were about to break, and Mu Qi was even more unbearable, faintly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face was exhausted.

This scene made the faces of the Wanzong cultivators who were watching suddenly change.

"Liu Mu!"

Liu Yun shouted loudly, and woke Liu Mu up in an instant.

The Yuanshen behind him disappeared in an instant and sank into Liu Mu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Xuan seemed to wake up from Liu Yun's loud shout, and his eyes were reunited. He glanced at the figure who was the only one left standing in the whole venue, and frowned slightly.

"Is the assessment over?"

The whisper sounded faintly from the world, but it fell into the ears of Liu Mu and the other disciples who were taking the assessment, like thunder.