There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Cheng Lijun stood there blankly for a while.

In front of her was the Mangcang Mountain, and she was holding a pair of hands, a pair of warm and tender hands, the owner of the hands looked back at her with a smile on his face.

What is this?

Mother!

At the beginning, her mother left her here. She stood here for two days, and finally, she was carried back to Changlin Sword Sect by her father.

Why?

She always wanted to ask why?

She always wanted to see her mother again and wanted to ask her why?

And now, her mother was standing in front of her, about to leave her, and she could say the words that had been accumulated in her heart for decades.

At this moment, she said nothing.

With a smile on her face, she watched her mother put down her hand, threw a belt out, and turned into a red cloud. Then, her mother went up the red cloud, and in a flash, she turned into a red lightning and disappeared in the distance.

Cheng Lijun watched her mother disappear into the sky from afar.

The reason why she didn't speak and didn't ask that question was because she knew that even if she went back to the past with some mysterious power, it would be difficult to change what had happened.

Even if she forced herself to change and leave her mother behind, the operation of the world would not be determined by her will.

She knew very well that it was just a trial that decided everything.

"The Faceless Heavenly Demon!"

In the void, there was a roar, and a big hand shining with golden light broke through the sky above the head and fell from the clouds.

Grabbing towards Cheng Lijun who was standing on the cliff.

The Faceless Heavenly Demon?

I am the Faceless Heavenly Demon?

Cheng Lijun was confused.

Nie Wushuang, who was hiding in her sea of ​​consciousness, was not as confused as she was, because Nie Wushuang knew very well that her mother who had just abandoned Cheng Lijun was indeed the descendant of the Faceless Heavenly Demon Sect, and Cheng Lijun was just a demon seed.

I don't know how many demon seeds that guy had cut and how many demon seeds he had recovered in the long years.

At the beginning, if Nie Wushuang had not taken action in the ruined temple, breaking the seal, swallowing the demon seed into his own shadow space, and placing his seed in Cheng Lijun's soul again, Cheng Lijun might have been harvested now.

Family affection?

No!

For some people who are high above and devoted to cultivation, there is no family affection, and the long river of time can wash away all emotions.

In the end, only an unwavering heart remains.

The cultivation method like the Wuxiang Tianmo Sect does not believe in the Wuxiang Tianmo. Instead of treating the other party as a god to crawl and worship, it is better to say that every disciple of the demon sect who cultivates the incarnation of the Wuxiang Tianmo dreams of becoming a demon.

On this road, gods will kill gods, and Buddhas will kill Buddhas.

If you block your own way, then kill yourself. If creating descendants and harvesting descendants can help with cultivation, they will definitely do it without hesitation, not only devouring descendants, but also devouring their own kind.

In any space, there can only be one Wuxiang Tianmo forever.

This hand?

It is not an illusion, but the will from the white mist world.

Although it comes from Cheng Lijun's memory and the past time reappears, the breath of the Wuxiang Tianmo actually comes from her memory. It is still sensed by the will of this world and turned into a big hand, similar to the hand of the earthly immortal Zhen Yuanzi.

One hand fell and pounced on Cheng Lijun.

Cheng Lijun was not panicked at all. The colorful rays of light shone and enveloped her. At the same time, she had a blessing in her mind, and the colorful sword light slashed to one side, slashing to the place where her mother stood before.

This sword cuts the past.

Cheng Lijun naturally does not understand the sword of the White Emperor Dharmakaya. With her current cultivation of Yangshen Zhenjun, she has no way to cut such a sword.     This sword was cut out by Nie Wushuang through her hand.

A sword slashed to the past, slashing off the Wuxiang Tianmo Wonderful Incarnation of that person, and continued to slash in the direction where it had flown.

Until her memory in Cheng Lijun's mind was completely cut off.

In this way, the aura of the formless demon disappeared completely, and there was no longer any causal relationship between him and Cheng Lijun.

Cheng Lijun's sword cut off the past, and also cut off her past self.

In this way, she cut off the past completely, and was no longer a demon of that person, and was no longer controlled by the other party.

So, the big hand transformed by the will of the white mist world lost its sensitivity, and the aura of the formless demon that he hated completely dissipated. In this case, it was naturally impossible to continue to attack Cheng Lijun.

That was beyond the rules.

So, it could only disintegrate, turn into golden light and disappear in this world, and merge with the world again.

At the same time, the world in front of Cheng Lijun changed, and everything was broken, like a glass mirror.

The familiar Mangcang Mountain and the familiar Changlin Sword Sect disappeared...

A high platform appeared in front of her, independent in the vast space, in seven directions, that is, there are seven steps to go up, and you can go to the top. As for which one to choose, there are actually regulations.

Wanjian Guizong is one direction, and other sects also have one direction each.

It's not a rule. Even if you are a sword cultivator, but you don't choose the stairs of Wanjian Guizong, but go up the stairs of Qinghe Temple, no one will stop you.

When Cheng Lijun appeared at the bottom of the platform, someone had already arrived here first, which means that he broke through the illusion and killed the inner demon in a shorter time than Cheng Lijun. Nie Wushuang was also familiar with this person, and there was no surprise at all.

It was Xiao Mingyuan from Qinghe Temple who was possessed by the master of the spirit transformation.

Xiao Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Lijun, with surprise in his eyes. After all, he knew very well how he passed the test. The inner demons and the like did not exist for him at all. Moreover, he had dealt with the thing called the sleeves of Qiankun before.

Old friendship!

Well, of course, that was in the last life.

However, he did not pay much attention to it. He looked at it, nodded, and then looked up at the stairs in front of him.

The stairs were all made of white jade, which looked very smooth and clean, without any dust. If there was any dust or dirt, it would disappear immediately.

After that, people came one after another. These were all those who had passed the first level and killed the inner demons.

One hundred and eighty!

Three hundred and fifty people, only one hundred and eighty people who passed the first level and were not trapped by the inner demons, almost half of them were gone.

This level is the place for testing the root bones.

Soon, the high platform shone with white light.

In other words, the trial officially began, and no one would pass the level to come here again.

Cheng Lijun did not stand out from the crowd. She went to other places and still stood in the sword cultivation group of Wanjian Guizong.

Compared with other sects, Wanjian Guizong had slightly more people who passed the first level.

After all, when it comes to character, few people can compare with sword cultivators.

An old-fashioned Yangshen Zhenjun took a big step and took the lead in standing on the stairs. He walked up quickly and was soon hidden by the white light.

I don’t know what his current situation is?