He Ruzhen and the others watched helplessly as the mirror light quickly converged on them.
They watched the small sword suspended in front of them getting bigger and bigger, their pupils getting bigger and bigger, and even their breathing became somewhat rapid.
He Ruzhen thought: The Lord God has really arranged everything.
The little girl in white thought: The plan works, the cold immortal is waiting for me.
The little girl in red was thinking: I wonder what the human immortal looks like, and whether she will fall under her pomegranate skirt if she hooks her hands.
And Wei Lin was thinking: Why does it feel like the hairs on his back are standing on end and so cold?
The sword light became more and more concentrated, and those small swords slowly transformed into entities.
Centered on this group of people, the gathered light was broken layer by layer, and then gathered towards the next layer, just like one layer after another.
It's like ripples gathering from layer to layer, it's very strange.
The atmosphere in the trial field was extremely tense.
In the eyes of these pairs of expectant eyes, in the sudden sounds of gasping, in the layers of undulating spiritual waves, the small sword hanging in front of everyone, Shockingly broken. bite An extremely clear voice suddenly appeared, but disappeared the next second.
However, the monks on the trial ground all had their ears buzzing.
They subconsciously covered their ears and looked in a daze.
They took a while to recover.
Even the people from the Taixuan Immortal Sect on the Chengyun Platform looked strange.
He Ruzhen couldn't restrain her disappointment, but at this moment, she heard a series of ups and downs of gasping sounds, and her body froze.
Could it be that things had taken a turn for the better?
She saw the broken sky light floating up, and the spiritual tide of heaven and earth rising and falling.
Her heart jumped into her throat, and then she suddenly saw that the sky light condensed into a handful again, as transparent as glass, but as cold as frost. small sword.
He flew towards them quickly, and then landed behind her.
There, stood a young man with a harmless temperament.
With a stiff face, she heard Qi Hua, the head of the Taixuan Immortal Sect, announce loudly: "Congratulations to my uncle, Master, on your wonderful disciple."
No matter what they were thinking in their hearts, the other Taixuan Sect members all showed ecstatic expressions on their faces: "Congratulations to the Patriarch on his wonderful disciple."
They couldn't help but hide the knife in their eyes as they looked at the lucky guy.
Whoosh, whoosh, why didn't this good luck come to them?
The Patriarch recruits a disciple.
This is such an opportunity.
It is like reaching the sky in one step.
It is a pity that the Patriarch has to choose from among the monks who have not yet started, otherwise they will have to intervene.
The lucky one who was selected was a boy who was still a little childish.
His clothes were not luxurious, his cultivation was not superb, and his appearance was not amazing, but he exuded a comfortable temperament all over his body.
People who are a little on guard will subconsciously let down their guard when they see him at first sight.
This is a gentle boy, but also a transparent boy.
He is gentle and harmless, but also transparent and fearless.
It is indeed extraordinary, everyone thought.
It took a while for He Ruzhen to recover from the twitching corners of her mouth.
She was very happy at one moment, and very disappointed at the other.
The two emotions overlapped and switched, but fortunately they were not shown on her face.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to be cautious when facing the Lord God.
Unfortunately, if she loses this opportunity, the possibility of completing her mission will be greatly reduced.
But the deal is done, so instead of regretting it, it is better to think about how to build a good relationship with this young man and create opportunities for him to steal others in the future.
She looked at the young man's face, which was not outstanding but quite attractive, and wondered whether it was too early to use the beauty trap now.
Wei Lin, who was ignored, breathed a huge sigh of relief.
At the moment when the sword light shattered, he almost thought that the person chosen in the end would be him.
The Nascent Soul in his Dantian almost didn't suffocate to death, but he survived safely. passed this level.
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God knows, when he came to the Disciple Recruitment Ceremony and learned that the Immortal Lord who accepted the disciple was too weak, he almost ran away.
Having been ordered around for hundreds of years, he had a profound memory and really didn't want to serve that moody little ancestor anymore.
It would be fine if he escaped.
The voice of the little moth who had formed a soul contract with him also became much normal: "It smells so familiar."
Wei Lin didn't tell her before who the disciple was.
Wei Lin laughed twice, and was about to join the crowd in congratulating him when he saw an indifferent look from above the cloud steps, and his whole body suddenly went cold.
The little moth in the sea of consciousness said with fury: "It's him.
I can recognize his smell even if I turn into a ghost.
Why is it that ancestor?
Wei Lin, hurry up, let's go quickly."
Wei Lin replied in a dry voice: "It's too late."
He knew that he had been recognized and no longer dared to escape.
Hey, you really made a mistake.
Why are you so anxious to ascend?
This is not making yourself uncomfortable.
Chang Li's gaze shifted in the next second and fell on the disciple he recognized.
He did not rush to hold the apprenticeship ceremony, but asked: "Are you willing to accept me as your master?"
Although he suddenly wanted to take on an apprentice, the idea was actually not that strong.
If the kid didn't agree, forget it.
He didn't like the hard work of raising an apprentice anyway.
Jie Ying, who was noticed by everyone, was stunned for a while, feeling the jealousy and envy in those eyes, and smiled freely: "Disciple pays homage to the master."
After saying that, he bowed deeply.
For some reason, Changli felt a little regretful.
The hem of his sleeves flicked, and the small sword hanging in front of Jie Ying suddenly shattered and turned into transparent skylight.
The next moment, the light was imprinted on Jie Ying's forehead, turning into a sword-shaped rune, allowing Jie Ying to Ying Wuhai's face gained a hint of sharpness.
He said: "In that case, you will join my sect and become the ninth generation disciple of Taixuan Sect."
The head of Taixuan Sect is only a tenth generation disciple.
Seeing this, all the disciples of Taixuan Sect present bowed their heads and said: "See the Patriarch."
The headmaster bowed with a complicated mood: "I've met my uncle."
From today on, he will have another uncle who is tens of thousands of years older than him.
In a place where no one noticed, the leader glared fiercely at a young man on the training ground below.
He really didn't live up to expectations.
This is the son he got after all the hard work.
He originally thought that if he had the chance to become a disciple of his great uncle, he might be able to inherit his great uncle's orthodoxy and cross the realm of Mingtai to reach Hezhen.
Now it seems that it is Gone.
There is no qualitative change in combat power between the spiritual fetus and the Mingtai, but their realms are completely different.
To a certain extent, the spiritual fetus and the Mingtai are like two ends of a mirror.
The spiritual fetus can break through the Mingtai at any time.
If you are not careful, you will fall back into the spiritual body.
Only by completely breaking through to the true state can you be considered safe.
After the mundane world is gone, the spiritual fetus is obtained.
The spiritual fetus changes its mind and ascends to the Mingtai.
The spiritual fetus Mingtai merges into reality.
The master's cultivation is profound, and there is no worry of falling into the realm, but if he can break through that level and be promoted to Hezhen, he still has the strength to do so.
Only when the self and the true self are completely unified, and the path and views are flawless, can it be true, and can it be regarded as a true immortal in the realm of unity.
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As for the Xuantian Realm, from the beginning of the world to the present, the number of immortals in the Hezhen Realm can be counted on one hand.
Now, it is Taiwei Immortal Lord.
It’s no wonder that the human race’s five domains, seven realms, three mountains and seas were all shocked by this news.
When Taiwei accepted a disciple, all the major immortal sects got the news immediately, and then thought about what kind of generous gift they should prepare so as not to be rude.
After all, Immortal Taiwei's seniority can be said to be the highest in the entire Xuantian Realm.
If calculated by sect, I am afraid that this group of immortal sects who have known each other for hundreds of thousands of years will bow their heads obediently, and a large group of elders will scream This little kid, Jie Ying, is Uncle Tong Yi.
What a vicissitude.
Thinking of this, the rest of the Immortal Sect felt a similar emotion in their hearts, but they quickly adjusted and thought about how to make good friends with this little ancestor.
There is no way, the ancestor of the Hezhen Realm can't be beaten again and again, and can't be excluded, and it's even more impossible to turn a blind eye, so he can only respect him.
What's more, if you can get some advice from him, Thinking of this, Jieying received more jealous looks.
He didn't show calmness on the face, and he was still a little panicked in his heart, but at least he knew that he had a golden thigh to hug, so he didn't show too much shame.
Chang Li called him to his side with a move of his hand.
He looked at Chang Li curiously.
Although he didn't see anything from the face of this master who had an extremely cool aura and an extremely indifferent look, but But he had an inexplicable feeling that this master seemed a bit unreliable.
Chang Li was about to leave with Jie Ying when he heard the leader hurriedly ask: "Uncle Master, when are you going to hold the apprenticeship ceremony?"
Changli: "It's up to you.
Let me know when you've made arrangements."
The headmaster nodded slightly excitedly.
This was the biggest happy event in Taixuan Sect's history in the past thousand years.
When Changli was about to leave and Wei Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Changli reaching out his hand again, and he couldn't help but reach the top of the clouds.
He heard Changli say to the leader: " Hire a handyman."
Staring at the leader's curious eyes, Wei Lin almost cried.
What kind of fate did he have?
The little moth in his consciousness was so frightened that it couldn't even utter a word.
The whole moth was rattling, and its transparent blue wings were trembling from time to time.
They both clearly felt each other's thoughts: "It's so unlucky."
Taking Xieying and Wei Lin with him, Changli returned to his cave in an instant, a small independent world.
If you compare this cave with the cave that he sealed in the Taiwei Mirror, this place is naturally incomparable, but it is much better than the previous cultivation worlds.
After all, the upper limit of power in this world is also very high. high.
His cultivation in the Hezhen Realm is comparable to the Divine Realm in the God Realm, but the rules are still not that perfect, so his rank is slightly lower than half a step.
The place where he lives is located above the clouds of this small world.
When he saw the ancient, yet exquisite palace, Wei Lin felt deeply jealous in his heart.
He had been around for so long and still couldn't get away with it.
Go to a better portable cave, let alone such a large space.
He looked at Jie Ying, who was leisurely following Chang Li, and sighed.
He had already begun to transform towards his ancestor before he officially became a disciple.
It seemed that he would be really lucky in the future.
Changli asked Xueying to choose a house to live in at will.
Xieying nodded respectfully.
Although it didn't show on his face, Wei Lin could still tell that he was a little nervous.
Sitting in this very simple palace, Changli asked Xueying, who was looking down, "What is your name?"
Xue Ying was silent for a while and then said: "Xue Ying, Xie Ying Zui Hua's Xue Ying."
This master really didn't know his name, so why was he chosen?
Changli didn't seriously guess what he was thinking, but he could still tell what he was thinking at this time and why he was chosen.
It was because, among the people who had passed the test and had no ghosts in their bodies, he was the most qualified.
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When he chooses a disciple, he naturally has to choose someone with good qualifications, but he doesn't have the patience and care to teach.
What's more, Jie Ying has a good temper and should be easy to handle.
"It seems like it's just a first name," he asked.
There was no last name.
Jie Ying: "I don't have a surname.
In order to pray for my grandfather, my family sent me to a Taoist temple since I was born.
I only have a Taoist name but no secular name.
When my family fell into disrepair and my clan was in chaos, the Taoist temple could no longer accommodate me.
I left the Taoist temple and just when I was not sure where I was going, I heard the news that Taixuan Sect was recruiting disciples."
Growing up in a Taoist temple since he was a child, he didn't have much desire for blood and family ties.
Although he was vaguely frustrated at times, he could quickly forget about it.
After learning that the family was in disarray, he didn't have many complicated thoughts, so he followed the Taoist master's wishes and entered the Taixuan Sect.
Anyway, he has been very enlightened since he was a child and has been very fond of Taoism.
The development of things did not put him in too much trouble.
Generally speaking, the family status of someone who does such weird things is either extremely high or extremely low, but judging from Jie Ying's words and deeds, it should be extremely high.
Linguo, one of the three major kingdoms in the Northern Cold Region, has changed its fate, and Jueying should be the former royal family.
The reason why the master of the Taoist temple chased Jie Ying away was probably to protect him.
In just a few words, he explained his origins clearly.
Wei Lin couldn't help but sigh, he was a very smart little kid.
He knew that the ancestor above him didn't like guessing the most.
This should make him understand.
This apprentice is more patient.
Sure enough, when he saw Changli's extremely cold face softening slightly, he said casually: "My name is Changli."
It's a name, not a number.
Like Eero, his name is in harmony with his soul and cannot be changed.
It is the name given to him by the vast road.
Changli Jieying recited silently in his heart, and then stopped thinking about it.
Seeing Chang Li, he continued: "In the past few days, you can stay here with peace of mind and recharge your batteries.
After a while, the apprenticeship ceremony will be officially held, and you can officially join my name and practice the teachings of Taixuan Sect."
Taoism."
Jieying nodded seriously.
After explaining the matter, Chang Li turned his attention to Wei Lin, who had been standing aside to watch the excitement.
His expression suddenly turned cold: "Get out yet."
Wei Lin trembled all over, and then a butterfly-shaped pattern suddenly appeared on his forehead.
A blue, butterfly-like creature came out of his body, gently swaying its wings, and headed towards Fly away.
As she flew, sparkling fireflies fell down, reflecting a blue dream.
Chang Li snorted softly, and Erluo's body suddenly stiffened, and then he took back the fireflies aggrievedly.
She didn't mean to become a demon, she would easily lose powder when she transformed into her true body and flew.
Can't you be more tolerant to her?