I saw that as soon as most people approached the light gate, they were immediately brushed down by a white light and rolled to the ground in a mess. They could no longer fly and could only look at the light gate and lament. After a few glances, he knew that the light gate had the function of detecting qualifications. Only people with good enough qualifications were qualified to enter the light gate.
People flocked to the light gate like crucian carp crossing a river, but only a few people actually passed through. Within ten breaths, only a dozen people successfully entered. Yi Xiantian said at this time: "Ye Ming, go ahead. Having the identity of the heir of the Immortal Temple will be of great benefit to you."
Ye Ming nodded, looking straight at the light door with the word "immortality" written on it. Seeing Ye Ming flying towards the Light Gate, many people in the crowd snorted coldly. Among them were Jiang Taishang, Feng Wushang, and the princes of various dynasties, all of whom Ye Ming had offended.
"Huh? You will only enter my temple one day." A phantom smiled "haha" and looked at Ye Ming, who was the master of the Immortal Temple.
The Lord of the Divine Sea smiled and said: "This boy seems to be coming for the temple, congratulations."
The Lord of the Eternal Sacred Mountain snorted coldly: "This kid has no eyesight. Is my Sacred Mountain bad?"
The master of the temple said calmly: "Everyone has his own destiny, don't force it."
But after Ye Ming rushed into the light gate, he felt a mysterious force that instantly penetrated his body and soul, and everything about him seemed to be revealed. The next moment, he entered a huge temple. The temple was very empty and tall, with the sun, moon, stars, and galaxies and nebulae engraved on it.
Before he could clearly see his surroundings, a girl suddenly walked out in front of him. Ye Ming was stunned when he saw this girl. She had pale skin, wore black clothes, had black hair, and her eyes were dead gray, indifferent and expressionless. This girl was none other than the descendant of the Immortal Temple, Yu Lianyuan, whom he met on the Qianlong List.
At first, the opponent's realm was higher than his, but the two sides ended in a tie, and he was finally judged to be the winner, and he won the first place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, and his reputation spread all over the world. He had to admit that Yu Liangyan was very scary.
Yu Lianyuan didn't know if she recognized Ye Ming, but said coldly: "Name."
"Ye Ming." Ye Ming said, he also did not regard the other party as an acquaintance.
"You have obtained the preliminary qualifications to enter the temple. You only need to pass the three levels to become an official disciple." Yu Lianyuan said, "Are you ready?"
"I shouldn't be the only one coming in, right? Aren't you waiting for the others?" he asked strangely.
Yu Lianyuan rarely had the patience to explain to him: "The Immortal Temple has very few descendants, and the recruitment of disciples is the most strict. You should be the only one who can enter, and there are not many people who choose to enter the Immortal Temple."
Ye Ming asked: "This is how you worshiped the temple in the first place?"
"I first walked in the mortal world, and it took me nine years to officially join the temple and practice my unique skills." Yu Liangyan said indifferently, "There are many descendants of the temple who have experienced outside, and only a handful of them are qualified to come back."
Ye Ming nodded: "I'm ready. I don't know what three levels I have to pass?"
Yu Lianyuan: "In the first level, defeat me."
Ye Ming was stunned, and he looked at the other party: "If I read it correctly, you should be Wu Zun, right? If I defeat you, will I pass?"
Yu Lianyuan: "That's right."
Ye Ming said dissatisfied: "Isn't this unfair? You are a formal disciple and your cultivation level is higher than mine. Why do I have to defeat you?"
"You can choose to give up." The other party said coldly.
Ye Ming was helpless: "Okay, what about the second level?"
"Second level, defeat my senior brother."
"Who is your senior brother?"
"His name is Wu Chen," Yu Lianyuan said, "He is the Martial Saint."
Ye Ming almost jumped up: "Are you kidding? Let me fight the Martial Saint? Your Immortal Temple deliberately doesn't want me, right?"
"I said, you can choose to give up." A glimmer of light flashed in Yu Liangyan's eyes, as if she was thinking about something.
Ye Ming sighed: "You are cruel. But I want to know, what is the third level?"
"The third level is naturally to defeat another senior brother." Yu Liangyan said coldly.
"Don't tell me that the other party is a Martial God?" Ye Ming's eyebrows jumped.
Yu Lianyuan: "Do you think you can beat the Martial God? That senior brother is still a Martial Saint, but his realm is higher."
Ye Ming does know that the Martial Saint is divided into several realms, namely the Little Saint, the Great Saint, and the Holy Saint. A Martial Saint with the divine status can condense his divine form at any time and become a Martial God. Presumably, the senior brothers in this third level are either great saints or holy saints, and they are difficult to deal with anyway. If it were an ordinary martial saint who would fail, he was confident that he could win in one fight. But the other party is the descendant of the Immortal Temple. Such martial saints have the ability to kill gods without exaggeration. It is really difficult to defeat them.
"Are you ready to challenge?" Yu Liangyan seemed a little impatient and asked him coldly.
Ye Ming sighed: "Everyone is here, so naturally we have to fight."
"brush!"
Before he finished speaking, Yu Lianyuan moved, and a sword beam was faster than lightning, and it reached his Adam's apple in one go. And it was obvious that the other party showed no mercy. If he was stabbed this time, he would die immediately.
"So cruel?" Ye Ming's eyes widened, and his neck was pierced by the sword light.
However, Yu Lianyuan frowned, and Ye Ming's image disappeared in front of her eyes. At the same time, a hand gently rested on her shoulder. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes showed an incredible look.
"Have you practiced the Killing Step? And extracted magical powers from it?" As a disciple of the Immortal Temple, she could see Ye Ming's roots at a glance.
The killing step is another name for the killing step. Ye Ming did not deny it and said: "What do you think?"
"It's amazing." Yu Lianyuan's muscles gradually relaxed, "I lost."
"Concession." Ye Ming smiled. He could easily defeat Yu Lianyuan, which was entirely due to his newly acquired "killing step by step" magical power. Martial arts and supernatural powers are derived from martial arts, but are higher than martial arts. Once used, they often have whimsical effects.
"Don't be complacent yet. The following two senior brothers have also refined magical powers, and there are more than one." Yu Liangyan reminded him and then slowly retreated.
Ye Ming shrugged and turned his eyes to the left. There, at some point, a young man stood. This young man was wearing white clothes and had a smile on his face. He nodded and introduced himself: "Little brother Wu Chen, junior brother, please give me your advice."
Ye Ming bowed his hands and said, "I've met senior brother. Is senior brother really a martial saint?"
Wu Chen nodded: "I was promoted to Martial Saint just the day before yesterday. I feel ashamed to say that I have been in the Martial Master Realm for eight years, which is far inferior to other senior brothers."
Ye Ming was speechless for a while. Becoming a Martial Saint in eight years is already amazing. If you give him eight years, he may not be able to advance from Martial Saint to Martial Saint. Is the other party still too slow
Wu Chen rubbed his nose: "We don't have many disciples in the Immortal Temple. In the past 100,000 years, there are only thirty-seven people including me, and most of them are operating in other big worlds. In the past thousand years, there are slightly more people who have joined the temple, but There are only eight people, and among them there are only four who have not yet become gods, Yu Lianyuan, Ding Wei, me, and senior brother Zhao Xin."
Ye Ming asked strangely: "Are there only a few dozen disciples in the entire Immortal Temple?"
"That's right. Many of the disciples have been promoted to elders and have begun to help the temple handle various affairs." Wu Chen looked envious, "Any disciple who becomes an elder must at least have the cultivation level of the immortal realm."
Immortality realm? Ye Ming's heart was beating wildly and he asked: "Senior Brother Wu, how many powerful people in the immortal realm are there in our temple? What realm has the master of the temple reached?"
Wu Chen laughed and said: "If you weren't from the temple, I really wouldn't be able to tell you. Currently, we have nineteen immortal disciples and elders in the Immortal Temple. As for the old man, the master of the temple, as early as eight thousand years ago It was already in the seventh realm of immortality before. The current cultivation level may be in the seventh realm, or it may have reached the eighth realm."
Ye Ming said in surprise: "Seven realms of immortality? Isn't that more powerful than other lords of the gods and earth?"
"I don't dare to talk nonsense about this." Wu Chen didn't want to talk anymore, "Junior brother, are you ready?"
Ye Ming smiled bitterly: "Brother, you are the Martial Saint and I am the Martial Lord. Isn't it unfair for us to fight like this?"
"There's nothing unfair. If you beat me, you'll have a great chance." For some reason, a trace of envy flashed in Wu Chen's eyes.
Ye Mingxin said that you are so envious. If you have the guts, try competing with a god-level senior brother. He gritted his teeth and activated the Ruyi robe with all his strength, including several secret crystals. Facing the Martial Saint of the Immortal Temple, he would never dare to be careless, otherwise he would not even know how he died in the end.
"It seems that junior brother is ready." Wu Chen smiled, "Brother, I don't need weapons or magical powers. I only use a set of grappling techniques from the Immortal Temple to deal with you. If you can persist in being undefeated with a hundred moves, I will admit defeat, brother." .”
Just as Ye Ming was about to say "Okay", Wu Chen disappeared. He reacted extremely quickly and immediately activated his murderous power, transforming into dozens of phantoms that kept changing and flickering in the palace.
Wu Chen shouted: "Junior brother is using the killing step of our temple? Killing step by step, okay!"
Ye Ming pushed his magical power to the extreme and said loudly: "Brother, you have good eyesight."
Before he finished speaking, a hand came over from a strange angle, not very fast, but strangely pressed on his shoulder. As soon as his shoulders were pressed, there was an overwhelming force pressing down on him, as if a hundred thousand mountains were falling, which was unbearable.
At this critical moment, Ye Ming's whole body's strength and soul power vibrated at high speed. At this moment, he couldn't use any magical powers. Instead, he used the martial arts methods and energy-improving methods he learned when he was a samurai and martial artist. Dark energy, bright energy, and Hua energy are used alternately to forcefully relieve the opponent's pressure.
Wu Chen held Ye Ming's shoulders and was about to show a smile when suddenly he felt that his palm was empty and Ye Ming slipped away like a loach. He exclaimed and said: "Junior brother's martial arts foundation is extremely good, come again!"
The real energy around Ye Ming's body shook wildly, and merged with the soul power, and he was in a state of rage every moment. Wu Chen's hand occasionally fell on him, and was instantly shaken away, making it impossible to start. After several times in a row, Ye Ming suddenly had a sudden realization in his heart. Along the way, he has cultivated to the extreme at every stage, and his understanding of strength is unparalleled.
At this moment, under the huge pressure of Wu Chen, he had a deeper understanding in his heart. In an instant, with the help of the Eight-Element Arithmetic Formation, he merged his soul power with his true power, and every move he made immediately had a special charm.