Ancient Spirit Sect, Mount Taisha, Trial Soul Hall.
Outside the hall door, the monks entered one by one.
Ancient Spirit Sect has ten peaks and ten meridians, and each peak has two halls. There are about ten young disciples in each hall, and the total number of young monks of the generation is more than two hundred.
Only about twenty of the two hundred or so cultivators can actually be promoted to the Ancient Spirit Sect. The remaining disciples either return to the human dynasty or go to other small sects established by the Ancient Spirit Sect to take up positions.
Disciples who pass the Soul Pulling Society can participate in the Spiritual Valley Conference.
The rules of the Soul-pulling Society are very simple. There is a Netherworld general sitting in the Youge. There are thousands of swords inserted in the Youge. Each sword has a different nature. The disciples must pull out any one within twenty breaths. Sword, otherwise the Netherworld General will take action and send the disciple out of the Nether Pavilion.
There are nothing more than two processes in this process. One is vision and induction. Everyone's luck in cultivation is different, and the swords of conformity are also different. In the same realm, some swords may be able to be pulled out easily, while others may not work with all their efforts. .
The second is the realm. If the realm is too low and the character is too bad, even if you choose the sword that suits you best, you will not be able to do anything. On the contrary, if you have enough cultivation, you should be able to pick any sword at your fingertips.
Twenty disciples from the wooden hall gathered outside the quiet pavilion of the Spirit Trial Hall.
Yu Jin gently tugged on Ning Xiaoling's sleeve and said worriedly: "With my talent and level, it would be embarrassing if I don't go in. I heard that the ghost general is scary."
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said seriously: "It's okay, just go in, close your eyes, stand for a while and then come out."
Yu Jin said with a bitter face: "Then I can't accompany you to the Linggu Conference?"
Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while and asked in confusion: "Have you ever thought about accompanying me?"
Yu Jin was hit hard. She thought for a while, then lowered her voice and said, "How about you go in and grab two handfuls, then hide one, and then I'll go in and pick them up..."
Ning Xiaoling made a gesture of interruption and said helplessly: "If I do this, I can indeed stay with you outside."
Yu Jin sighed and found that practicing was really boring. There were things that couldn't be solved with so much money.
Money can make ghosts grind, and it really refers to ghosts with low moral standards... Why are these big ghosts so noble and upright
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The disciples entered the You Pavilion one after another.
They came out very quickly.
The quick to draw out the sword is the quick to give up. Only those who are not good at cultivation will have to try for twenty breaths before they are willing to come out.
On the high platform of the Spirit Testing Pavilion, an elder sat beside a precision copper water drop timing instrument, smiling and stroking his beard, watching them enter it one after another.
"This generation of young people is no less impressive than the previous generation." The old man said sincerely.
"Because this generation has a bright corridor, my uncle seems to like them a lot?" the man next to him joked.
The old man said: "That's not the case, I'm just happy in my heart. Over the past hundreds of years, I have watched one generation become stronger than the other."
The man smiled and asked, "With your master's eyesight, can you guess whether each disciple can draw his sword?"
The old man pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "Not only is it possible, I can also count the breaths."
The man knew that the old man had great powers and had no doubt about it.
There was a sudden burst of flames in the mourning hall.
A man in a white robe and belt, as handsome as jade, calmly walked out of the crowd and walked towards the You Pavilion.
"This person is Minglang." The man said.
The old man nodded slightly: "I entered the Purple Court Realm at the age of twenty-two. Looking at the history of the Ancient Spirit Sect, it is rare. The future life is formidable, but I don't know what the path of cultivation will be in the future."
The man smiled and said: "In the long run, things in the world are unpredictable, but this time there is no suspense in the Spiritual Valley Competition."
The old man smiled lightly and nodded lightly.
The bright corridor leads into the quiet pavilion.
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
The water droplets behind him made four sounds.
Shilang has drawn his sword and come out.
The sword was faintly stained with rust, but the sword's light was faint, as if no one had pulled it out for many years.
Minglang looked calm and was not surprised by this.
He just did four things.
After entering the door, he took a deep look at the ghost general sitting on the high platform like a Buddha, drew his sword, and went out.
Flowing clouds and flowing water.
The only thing he regretted was that when he saw the ghost general, he still felt a slight sense of oppression in his heart.
But this doesn’t blame him for not cultivating his mind well.
In the entire Ancient Spirit Sect, there are only three ancient Netherworld ghost generals enshrined in Wennuang.
They are respectively in You Pavilion, Jiudu Mansion, and Tianming Hall.
Thousands of years ago, they were all generals who had killed millions of living beings under Lord Hades. They carried the Onizuka Sword personally given by Lord Hades, and wore divine helmets and battle armor woven by Goddess himself and tempered by red lotus. Nowadays, although the divine blades are broken and the armor is broken, they are no longer what they used to be. They can only linger here, but the ancient and murderous intention emanating from them is still heart-stopping.
Most of the disciples who walked in did not have the courage to look at this underworld general.
If Minglang hadn't glanced at him, he could have taken a quick breath.
After him, the expectations of the others also weakened a lot.
Although there are disciples who are extremely talented and can draw a sword within five breaths, the grade of the sword cannot be compared with Minglang.
Almost one out of every ten disciples can draw his sword and walk out.
The disciples of the Netherworld lineage were the most powerful, with five out of a group of twenty.
Yu Jin sighed and said, "If the total number of disciples remains the same, then one thing will grow and another will fade."
Her words came true inexorably.
Another group of Yu Ling lineage all tried again, but no one could pull out the sword.
The spiritual teacher's face was gloomy.
Soon, it was their turn.
Their interpreter also looked solemn.
She knows her disciples very well. Among these disciples, even those at a young age may not be able to successfully draw the sword, because the assessment of spirit drawing is not only the realm, but also the proficiency of the ancient spirit sect's mental method.
After all, she had only been here for half a year, more than a year later than the other disciples from Yujian Tianzong.
The old man standing in front of the timing hourglass watched the disciples of the Yuling lineage come out empty-handed one after another, and sighed with a smile: "The younger generation is pitiful."
The man glanced over lightly and said, "There is really no need to look at it."
The old man standing on the high platform nodded lightly, and when he turned to leave, a trembling little girl came out empty-handed. She hugged the arm of another girl in a white dress and cried a few words. After the girl comforted her, Walked towards You Pavilion calmly.
The old man said: "This girl is good. It is not easy to live a long life and reach a high level at such a young age. I don't know how solid her cultivation is."
"Longevity?" The man was slightly shocked and said, "If the opportunity is right, she might be another Minglang."
The old man smiled: "The Changshou Realm and the Purple Garden Realm are called the Great Chasm of Heaven and Earth for a reason. Think about how long it took you to break through."
The man said shyly: "It took seven years."
This is considered fast.
When Ning Xiaoling walked in, the old man closed the coffin and concluded: "This girl can come out in seven breaths at most."
The man will not be suspicious.
Tick, tick, tick...
After seven breaths, the Youge gate remained calm.
The man let out a soft sigh, and even the old man at the peak of the Purple Court Realm frowned.
How is this going
In the blink of an eye, ten breaths have passed.
Mr. Ling said that he was getting more and more nervous. He didn’t know what was going on with Xiao Ling. With her level, even if she didn’t pick the best sword right away, she would just have to try a few more swords and use up her strength. This is What's wrong? Does she have to fight to the death
In the quiet pavilion, a scene occurred that was beyond everyone's expectations.
Ning Xiaoling walked into the pavilion.
You Pavilion is like a small world. It is much larger than what you see from the outside. Once you enter, thousands of swords come into view, looking like an iron plate filled with nails.
Lead-gray mist filled the secluded pavilion, whether it was tangible or intangible.
Ning Xiaoling felt an inexplicable familiarity in her heart, as if she had returned to Linhe City at that time.
But the oppressive feeling of the eternal night in the ancient city with the red moon shining above disappeared without a trace.
In the center of thousands of spiritual swords, a dark general who seemed to be condensed from gray mist, with broken limbs, wearing ancient heavy armor, and carrying a heavy sword of the underworld, was sitting in the middle. The undulating mist around him seemed to be breathing.
The ghost general looks like he is just a skinny old man decorated with iron armor and a heavy sword, but he gives people the illusion that he can remain in power for thousands of years.
Ning Xiaoling glanced at it and was about to look away and draw out her own sword when the heavy and rough sound of drawing the sword sounded first.
In the thick fog, the underworld general opened his eyes.
They looked at each other through the gray fog.
Ning Xiaoling was horrified.
Fortunately, the underworld general's eyes did not bring hostility, but a kind of... kindness towards the younger generation. Soon, this kindness also dissipated and turned into awe.
Then, she discovered that General Ming not only opened his eyes, but he also raised his arm with dry muscles, stretched it behind his back, and slowly pulled out the sword that had been silent for a thousand years.
The spirit-pulling conference is held every year. Every sword here has been drawn many times, but only the sword of Mingjiang has not been unsheathed again for thousands of years.
It has always been there, like a statue that is one with Hades.
Even the most arrogant disciple for hundreds of years has never thought of pulling it out.
But today, General Ming woke up and personally pulled out this ancient sword.
Following his movements, the mist in You Pavilion parted like waves, creating a clear path between her and the underworld general.
"Onizuka." Mingjiang said slowly.
This is the name of the sword.
He took out the sword, held the hilt in one hand and the sword body in the other, and held it in front of Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be scared or shocked at this moment, but after the brief shock, she felt only calm in her heart.
She looked at the sword and didn't understand why Underworld would do this.
"Onizuka." Mingjiang repeated again.
His words were heavy and sincere, as if he wanted her to hold the sword.
Ning Xiaoling subconsciously stretched out her hand, but when she touched the sword, she shrank slightly as if she was electrocuted. She struggled, and finally shook her head and declined: "Senior, I can't accept it."
She could feel that in her current state, she could not control this sword at all.
And she walked out with this sword, not knowing how it was going to end. This is troublesome.
She is afraid of trouble.
The underworld general understood her thoughts and took back his sword with regret.
Ning Xiaoling bowed and saluted seriously.
Thousands of swords here shook together.
They all seemed to want to leave the stone trough and were taken away by Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling felt a little embarrassed. She carefully selected it, and finally settled on a sword with a dark blade.
After pulling it out, Ning Xiaoling regretted it a little.
This sword turned out to be a broken sword.
This is the sword that I will take to the Spiritual Valley Competition...
She was a little depressed.
Outside the secluded pavilion, the clock ticked eighteen times, and the old man frowned.
Under the wooden hall, Mr. Shuo Ling's palms were also filled with sweat.
Yu Jin also held her breath, feeling nervous and conflicted inside. I hope that Ning Xiaoling can come out with the sword, and I also hope that if she comes out empty-handed, we can go shopping together...
Finally, at the twentieth breath, the girl's figure was outlined.
Mr. Ling looked at her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
She held a broken sword in her hand.
It took so long... The sword looks to be of average quality.
But after all, coming out with a sword is better than the person next door who didn't go. Mr. Shuo Ling lamented in his heart that he was not satisfied with the result.
On the high platform, the man looked at the little girl and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the old gentleman would miss her."
The old man is famous for his good temper and is not angry at the jokes of his younger generation.
The old man rubbed his frown, smiled and sighed: "I am getting older, and my eyes are indeed dim."
The man looked at the broken sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand and looked disappointed.
That sword was really mediocre. I didn't expect that a person with a long life would only pick such a sword.
"It's no wonder, sir. If not, it's also because this little girl's realm is too illusory. She's building a castle in the air. It looks better, but it's actually ruined. It's harmful and useless in the long run. She just wants to come to the Linggu Competition a month later. Number of individuals.”
The old man twirled his beard and smiled, still worrying about his old eyesight and making no comment.