Walk the career line in Xianxiawen

The four major sects must have sent people there, but Moxiu is good at cunning and likes to hide, so it is not easy to find people, so there is still no whereabouts.

Furthermore, everyone knows that even if Master Yongsheng is enchanted, he will not live long.

Shouyuan will be exhausted, withered and hard to reap.

Shi Wuhui made this oath, almost looking for death.

It's just that there are loopholes in the oath that can be exploited, and it is not impossible to collect the head of the dead to worship.

Wei Yin was thinking, and unknowingly lost the distance with Xie Xingxiu and others, and then looked up, there was no one around.

He knew that the real trial had begun.

In the half-spirit territory, all the monks separated at the same time, and the huge photo stone in the sky outside flickered a few times, then suddenly turned dark, as if the flag had died down, and finally became pitch black.

"How is this going?"

"The picture stone has not made any mistakes for hundreds of years, how could it suddenly fail at this time?"

"It's not a malfunction."

Mei Fuyou pinched her fingers, Dao patterns flashed, and a thin red line faintly appeared between his brows, which disappeared in an instant.

"He is the master of the half-spirit realm."

The remnant soul of the Lord of the Half-Spirit Realm was still conscious, and expressed dissatisfaction with the people's peeping, so he briefly blacked out the screen of the photo stone, and the photo stone will resume its function after leaving half a stick of incense.

Mei Fuyou's feeling came suddenly, but he was inexplicably firm.

Make sure what he thinks is the truth.

After a few breaths, the Photo Stone returned to normal.

Everyone present also heard Mei Fuyou's words, and those with brains quickly figured out the reason, and looked at the photo stone with more awe.

The dead are like this, but Fang Da Neng used to be able to frighten them even after death.

Seeing that all the disciples have entered the independent space, the master of Yuhua Palace couldn't help wondering: "Can the Fall of Huashen really do this?"

Mei Fuyou had an idea in her heart, and passed the sound transmission talisman to the master of Qifeng who was far away in Kunlun.

Elder Yaochi wrapped his fingers around the hairband and teased absently: "Could it be that the Lord fell to the ground?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

She paused, "Isn't it really the lord's death place?"

Mei Fuyou glanced at her, her brows were deep and murderous.

Elder Yaochi immediately said: "As expected of the lord, only the lord can create such a magnificent half-spiritual realm in the second heaven. No wonder that old man Yongsheng only thought about this matter after he became mad. I'm afraid he knew this for a long time. The lord of the half-spirit realm is the lord."

Elder Yaochi cleverly changed the topic, and all the monks cooperated one after another, avoiding a gunpowder.

Who doesn't know that Mei Fuyou is Kunlun's darling. She was raised and pampered since she was a child, and even her cultivation is taught by the elders every day. That's why she has developed the virtue of not being afraid of anything.

It's not cost-effective to face the whole Kunlun for one Mei Fuyou.

In addition to discussing the matter of Master Yongsheng, all the monks were also boasting about the life of the Lord. For a while, everyone praised it, as if they had become the incarnation of eloquence.

Everyone's praise is also from the bottom of the heart. The Lord is the well-deserved No. 1 of the Second Heaven. The monk who is closest to ascending to immortality is the master of the world by everyone's default. He is called the idol of all the Second Heaven monks. Not enough.

Although the Lord has passed away, it is still a myth in the hearts of the monks.

Mei's floating thoughts flew away.

The lord actually... died in Rongcheng?

It was clear that there was no strange movement in Rongcheng City that day.

When the Taoist Master died, the heavens and the earth wept for him, and there would be a rain of blood everywhere. Once the rain was stained, no matter how ungrateful and ungrateful he was, he would sympathize with the heavens, and his heart would be cut like a knife, beating the ground and weeping bitterly .

And when the Daoist venerable fell to the ground, it rained especially heavily.

But in my impression, Rongcheng did not rain a lot of blood.

Mei Fuyou closed his eyes slightly, he had only seen the Lord in the projection of the jade slip, and in the jade slip there was only the scene of the Lord beheading evil spirits and exterminating demons, even so, he could see what kind of demeanor it was.

The lord of the second heaven, the darling of heaven.

Now that the dragons in the Second Layer Heaven have no leader, all parties are ready to move, and so is the Demon Realm. I am afraid that there will be a scuffle in a short time.

What's going on outside, within the half-spirited territory, they don't know anything, the scenery around Wei Yin changed again and again, and finally turned into a bamboo forest.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw a young man who looked exactly like him walking out of the bamboo forest.

The young man was still dressed as Wei Yin did when he was in Kunlun, with round jade beads tied half an inch above his brows with a black string, the extra headband was buckled to the jade crown, and then hung down along the bun, and there were defenses made of blue bird feathers on his ears. Lingbao, while walking, the jade pendant under the waist is shining brightly.

Wei Yin took out a long ruler.

The boy on the opposite side also took out a long ruler similar to his, "Beat me, and you can go to the second trial."

Even the tone of voice is exactly the same as his.

Wei Yin was also polite, the long ruler became longer according to his wishes, the spiritual power was gathered, and it transformed into a bigger long ruler, firmly surrounding the boy.

The first trial is called Douji.

Break through yourself within the specified time to pass the level.

It is to develop the potential of monks and make them breakthrough in battle.

Those who build the foundation break through to the golden elixir, and those who build the golden elixir go one step further.

The other one is too familiar with his own combat methods, especially those with rich combat experience like Wei Yin and Xie Xingxiu, the opponent is almost flawless and it is difficult to attack.

However, Shi Wuhui, who has little fighting experience, successfully broke through to the middle stage of foundation establishment during the battle, and went to the second trial.

The man in the bamboo hat looked at the person in front of him who was dressed the same as him, and took off his bamboo hat.

His closed eyes opened quietly, and it turned out to be rare blue double pupils.

With the lake as the painting and the sky as the bottom, it is so beautiful.

Another man in a bamboo hat caught off guard and looked at him, suddenly bleeding from his orifices, and fell on his back.

The man in the bamboo hat put on the hat and easily passed the first trial.

One after another, monks were eliminated and left the arena, and a small number of monks passed the first trial, but hesitated in the second trial.

Wei Yin left the trial site with injuries all over his body. He was so tired that he lay on the ground, and he didn't even bother to perform the cleaning technique.

Overcoming myself is too tiring.

However, after this battle, Wei Yin gained a deep understanding of the law of time, and also found many shortcomings.

Lying down, a sound of footsteps gradually approaching him.

Wei Yin remained calm, not even planning to get up.

"Isn't this my Senior Brother Wei?"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Xingxiu squatting down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at him.

The ponytail fell on his face, making his complexion white and translucent.

"Brother, why are you in such a mess, you look like a kitten stealing food." Xie Xingxiu bent his eyes, and poked Wei Yin's blood-stained cheek again.

As soon as he touched the soft left cheek, his left hand was deflected by a long ruler.

This person looked glamorous, which made Wei Yin want to bury that clean face in the dirt.

He was neither salty nor weak: "Be quiet."

Xie Xingxiu had a murderous intent on his body, "Brother, do you think I have any chance of winning by killing you now?"

Wei Yin lazily said, "I think I'm somewhat sure of killing you."

The parrot, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly interjected, "I think so too."

Parrot: "You changed your clothes, combed your hair in a bun and took a shower, just to mock others here?"

Xie Xingxiu wanted to kill this annoying parrot now.

He ignored the ugly bird chirping in his sea of ​​consciousness, but tilted his head and asked, "Senior brother, do you still have strength? Do you need me to help you up?"

Before Xie Xingxiu stretched out his hand again, the light on Wei Yin's body flickered slightly, and he opened his eyes to look over, he was fully dressed and stood in front of Xie Xingxiu with a different outfit.

Xie Xingxiu also stopped laughing and straightened up.

He will find a way to waste Wei Yin's consciousness.

It's not his style to be so scrupulous now.

Wei Yin and the two walked together to look for Shi Wuhui's whereabouts, but not long after, the two of them came to a lush forest with a flash of sight.

On each tree, there are several light clusters that resemble fish spitting bubbles hanging on the branches, and a jade slip is suspended in each bubble, and the jade slip should be something like a cultivation technique.

Some of the monks who passed the second trial were rather bold. They had already reached out to pick off the jade slips and stuck them between their eyebrows for inspection.

After reading it, the monk happily said: "It's really a skill, or a ground-level skill!"

The exercises are divided into heaven, earth, black and yellow, the sky rank is the highest, and the yellow rank is the lowest.

The best young people from all walks of life gathered together, and someone said abruptly: "Here, a monk can only take one jade slip, and he needs to close his eyes and concentrate on feeling the most suitable exercises for him. You are so reckless, you can only practice This exercise book in your hand."

The monk who directly took off the jade slip was also in a cheerful state of mind. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Thank you for reminding me, fellow daoist. If you get something, you will get something. I am very satisfied to be able to come here."

Next to Wei Yin was a malicious Xie Xingxiu, so he didn't let go of looking for the exercises, but stood still, Shi Wuhui was also in this woods, when he saw Wei Yin, he immediately trotted over, "Friend Daoist Wei, thank you, Fellow Daoist."

"I just relaxed my mind and found a book of exercises." The exercises in Shi Wuhui's hands seem to be wordless scriptures for others, and the second trial in the half-spirit realm is a reward. There are signs of being able to snatch.

Wei Yin stood on the left side of Shi Wucypress, with the bamboo hat man and Shi Wucypress beside him, and he put up some invisible barriers for himself, then he relaxed, let go of his consciousness, and sensed the five elements in the air element.

He originally had a single fire root, and those exercises that were connected with the fire element emitted light one after another, and tiny spots of light lingered around Wei Yin's body, rubbing his cheek affectionately.

But Wei Yin didn't have a fancy skill.

He "looked" forward, and saw a ball of light that seemed to be too full to walk wobbled and jumped over, rampaging all the way, knocking those fire elements into the air, and then stopped in front of him .

Wei Yin lowered his head and "looked" at it.

It is the breath of time.

This is a method related to Tao and time.

Without hesitation, Wei Yin chose it.

In the world of comprehension, there are very few cultivation techniques about the ten laws, and they belong to the existence that cannot be found, and Wei Yin does not want to miss it.

He opened his eyes, and lay the jade slip in his palm.

Heaven-ranked exercises, backtracking in time.

Wei Yin's fingertips turned white, and he immediately flipped through the exercises in his hand.

At present, he still doesn’t quite understand it. He digested it alone for a while, and heard Shi Wuhui’s voice grow from small to loud, and gradually became clear: “The exercises here are really picky. Yes, it’s still a ground level.”

Although Shi Wuhui's tone was disgusting, his eyes were obviously bent, and he looked overjoyed.

Wei Yin raised his head and said slowly: "I thought the second trial was to select the light group."

"It seems that there are many light clusters in front of me."

Shi Wujun who originally wanted to Versailles: "?"

Are you polite?

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