Deacon is stunned, what do you mean? Still not enough to draw hatred? You don't have to cooperate with me like this, do you
Sure enough, many people in the field changed their faces, and the deacon suddenly became excited, and said with justice: "Old Ancestor! We should take the safety of our disciples as our top priority. Entering the secret realm at this time, maybe we can save one or two people. Don't worry, no matter how powerful the beasts in the secret realm are, they are only second-order, and we are enough to deal with them!"
Jing Yue took everyone's look into his eyes, ignored the deacon, and said, "You said that your companion was either dead or injured, but you didn't see any injuries?"
Everyone was startled, some of the injured disciples looked at the wound subconsciously, and found that their bodies were intact and there was no pain! It's just that when they came out, their mood fluctuated so much that they didn't notice it!
Also, everyone looks neat, where does it look like they've been tortured
Jing Yue: "Since your injuries are fake, how can your companion really die?"
Is everything an illusion
No, not possible! Zhao Feichen denied that everything that happened in the secret realm was so real-physical pain, mental torture, he saw his friends die in front of him, and even the blood was warm!
Zhao Feichen was about to speak when he saw another light on the teleportation array. When the light faded, piles of disciples appeared outside the teleportation array. You pressed me and I stacked you, filling his field of vision instantly.
"… "
Zhao Feichen saw Wang Xiu in the crowd at a glance, his mind was buzzing, and he rushed over like crazy. As soon as he stood still, he saw Yoyo wake up, "I'm... in hell? Feichen? Why are you here?"
After saying that, his eyes darkened, "So, you are also dead?"
Zhao Feichen's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but sore his nose, and choked up, "No, we're all fine."
Some people woke up one after another. Zhao Feichen saw Liu Li and Yuan Qinger. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that everything that happened in the secret realm was fake. Neither he nor his friends ever left.
"Where is this? Didn't I get bitten to death by a beast?"
"How come I can still see you even when I'm dead, it's really haunting!"
"So the world after death is like this? It's like Cold Cloud Sect. Could it be that the hell everyone sees is the place that everyone yearns for the most? Then why am I not on Baiwu Peak?"
"… "
Brother, you exposed...
For a while, all kinds of strange conversations were endless.
"Enough!" Zhao Feichen couldn't help interrupting, "You are not dead at all, haven't you seen the ancestors still there?"
"… "
Everyone looked at Jing Yue in bewilderment, but saw that his brows and eyes were curled up with a smile, and his original aura was also dissipated a lot.
Jingyue: "The secret realm of the hills that you have experienced is just an illusion created by the ancestor Yi Ye using his divine sense, and that illusion can also arouse your divine sense. If you are injured in an illusion, your divine sense will transmit pain, so you feel It's very real. If you die in an illusion, you'll just lose consciousness temporarily."
Whether the deacon or the disciples were present, they all came to a sudden realization.
Suddenly someone said in surprise: "Then my consciousness is not injured?"
Jing Yue: "Do you try?"
The man carefully released his consciousness, but he felt that he was a bit stronger than before, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Jing Yue: "This illusion will not really damage the consciousness, but it can hone the strength of the consciousness. You must have noticed the benefits. Of course, this method is occasionally effective, but if it is used for a long time, it may cause the consciousness to generate memory. scars."
Some people who thought they had found a way to cultivate spiritual consciousness were happy, but they were disappointed when they heard this.
Another humane said, "It turns out that Patriarch Yi Ye deliberately tempered us."
Some deacons who didn't know the insider sighed: "This method is really unheard of. To create such a realistic illusion, how powerful should Old Ancestor Yi Ye's consciousness be?"
Only the two deacons at the front were pale and did not dare to say a word.
Jing Yue withdrew his smile, glanced at them coldly, and changed the topic, "But the illusion is indeed derived from the secret realm of the hill, that is to say, the two are exactly the same parallel space."
What's the meaning? Can not understand.
Seeing everyone staring at him blankly, Jing Yue said: "If there was no illusion created by Ancestor Yi Ye, you would have entered the real secret realm of the hills, and you would have experienced all the changes in the secret realm. For example, injury, such as death."
The amount of information on the connotation of this sentence is very sufficient, and some people are cautiously testing, "What does the ancestor mean, is there really someone who is doing ghosts in the secret realm of the hill?"
"Then ask him!"
I saw Jingyue wave his sleeve robe and threw out a person out of thin air.
"It's you!"
Many deacons recognized it, and this person was Deacon Zhao, who was guarding the secret realm of Xiaoshan.
But the attention of the disciples seems to be a little biased.
"This...isn't the universe in the sleeve that can only be cultivated in the Jindan period?"
The outer sect disciples looked at Jing Yue with glowing eyes, "The ancestor is really talented, but he learned it during the Qi training period!"
Jingyue: "..."
He just wanted to draw out the people behind the scenes, so with the help of One Leaf, he sealed up Deacon Zhao's five senses, threw him into the Xumi Jie, and let him lie down with the spirit mine for two days. The flick of the sleeves just now was purely a habitual action.
The universe in the sleeve? nonexistent.
But it seems strange to explain it carefully at this time
Therefore, Jingyue could only use the Dafa with a smile.
"Jingjing can do it! I was very disappointed in this selection, and there was no one who could fight. But you have been very successful in pretending this time. I will give you 101 points, and I'm not afraid of your pride." Lan Feng praised.
"… "
Tolerate! For the sake of Jiji's great contribution this time.
The reason why Jingyue was able to "predict the prophet" was because from the moment he entered the inner door, he was on guard against someone who would do something against him. So he asked Lan Feng, who was used to listening to the wall, to walk around the deacons and stewards for two laps. Lan Feng accepted the task happily and performed it well.
What's more, the Hill Mystery Realm was refined by him, and of course he was in touch with him.
He had known the plans of those people for a long time, and the reason why he held back was because he wanted to be ruthless and let all the disciples see clearly how much harm the factional struggle had on the Cold Cloud Sect and every disciple
Jing Yue settled down and examined the two deacons who were born in the pro-traditional sect.
After seeing Deacon Zhao, the two knew that the matter had been exposed, and the blood on their faces faded.
They looked at each other in horror, and then staggered away in a hurry, hoping that Deacon Zhao could keep his mouth shut, and maybe there was still room to turn around.
However, it backfired.
As soon as Deacon Zhao woke up, he met the indifferent black eyes of the old and new ancestors.
At that moment, the last fragment of his memory flashed through his mind - he was caught by Ancestor Yi Ye, and he was captured.
Fear took away all of Deacon Zhao's courage and strength, and he just lay on the ground in such an embarrassed manner, pouring out beans and telling the truth.
He said that he was a member of an aristocratic family, and he was fortunate enough to join the Cold Cloud Sect.
He knew that he had no chance to attack Jindan, and seeing that time was running out, in order to protect the interests of the family, he could only focus on the next generation. And one of his most optimistic juniors was taken to the dungeon by the steward Wang of the Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall last time, and he died.
He felt a lot of pain in his heart, but the talents in the clan were withered, and there was only one younger generation with four spiritual roots, which was still the most miscellaneous and the worst. With such aptitude, it was impossible to pass the sect assessment, so he went to ask the family to send high-level help to clear it. But the Shijia faction had been frightened by Jingyue, and did not dare to act rashly for a while, and refused without even thinking about it.
He was not reconciled, repeatedly entangled, and finally made the other party anxious, and even uttered evil words, saying that the members of his family were unbearable, and the Cold Cloud Sect was not a collection of junk.
This sentence made him hate the other party, and even more hate Jing Yue. He believes that Jingyue is the root cause of all this, but what can he do
At the time of despair, someone approached him and said that he wanted to make a deal with him. After the completion of the matter, he only needed to commit suicide to leave a way out for the children of the clan.
He thought for a while, if he was the only one who sacrificed himself, he could protect the family, and he could also block Jingyue and the aristocratic clan, why not do it
So, the day before the selection, he used the power in his hand to sprinkle the medicine powder prepared by the opponent in the stream in the secret realm of the hill as planned.
"Old, old ancestor, this matter has nothing to do with me!"
After listening to Deacon Zhao's description, several deacons sent by the family could not wait to kill him.
Jing Yue waved his hand and asked again, "Who ordered you?"
Deacon Zhao hesitated for a moment, but he thought that the ancestors could arrest him, and most of them knew the cause and effect in advance.
So he said, "Those people didn't want to reveal their identities, but at my insistence, they could only show their faces."
He propped up a little, raised a finger and pointed behind Jing Yue, "It's Deacon Luo and Deacon Liao."
"Injustice!"
The two stewards, Luo Liao, started to complain subconsciously when their legs were weak, but why didn't they understand that the matter had come to this point, let alone them, even the master behind them couldn't escape
The two of them were stirring like a stick in their heads, and all their logical thinking was mixed into a paste, and they couldn't say a single word of differentiation. Cold sweat wets their backs, making them feel like they've fallen into an ice cellar, their teeth rattling with cold.
In the blur, they heard the ancestor asking: "Deacon Zhao, don't you know that if you really succeeded, there will be many sacrifices of the outer sect disciples? How much damage will it cause to the sect?"
Deacon Zhao was silent for a moment, then whispered: "When the time comes, I will remind you that there is an accident in the secret realm of the hill. As long as you send someone to rescue immediately, only a few disciples will die. Moreover, this is just a selection of the inner sect of this sect, and it does not affect the sect. Door Foundation."
As soon as he said that, everyone present exploded!
A deacon was so angry that he kicked him on the body. For the cultivator, the use of fists and feet shows that he has lost his reason.
This kick was not painful to Deacon Zhao, but it broke his last line of defense. He felt guilty and held his last chance and said, "Old Ancestor, now I have made a big mistake. It has been cast, I don't ask for forgiveness, I just want to let my people go, they are all innocent."
After all, he poked his finger between his eyebrows and twisted it with force, destroying the spiritual platform and breaking the foundation of cultivation.
Between half-life and half-death, Deacon Zhao's thoughts drifted back to his youth.
"Dalang, our Zhao family was originally a first-class family. If it wasn't for the traitor who killed the old family owner, your father, and a few uncles, why would we fall into the bottom line?"
"Dalang, you are the most qualified person in the family. The hope of the Zhao family's recovery is entirely up to you."
"Dalang, mother heard that you went to play in the garden today. The family guarding the garden is so ignorant that they dare to delay your cultivation. Mother has already sold them all."
"Dalang, the Chen family girl is only an ordinary woman, how can she be worthy of you? When you are successful in your cultivation, there will be many aristocratic young ladies waiting for you to marry. Listen to mother, don't see her again from now on, otherwise, don't blame mother for her. You are welcome."
"Dalang, why are you advancing so slowly, you didn't cultivate with your heart at all!"
"Dalang! Do you want to watch the Zhao family perish?"
"Dalang!"
I don't know since when, "family responsibility" has become the shackles of his life, and from the moment it is put on, it is doomed.
It turned out that he has not been able to make breakthroughs all these years because he is too obsessed and lost his heart.
Too bad he understood it too late.
A streak of blood slid down from between the eyebrows and slid across Deacon Zhao's slightly aged face, and the man quickly lost his breath.
In the silence, Jing Yue suddenly said, "Elders, please show up."
As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the two Zifu True Monarchs gradually emerged. They are both elders of the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall. At this time, they were respectfully saluting to Jingyue, "Old Ancestor."
Jing Yue: "Take them all and ask them clearly. If they are stubborn, they will search for their souls. No one involved in this matter can be spared."
"Yes!"
Everyone shuddered when they heard the word "Soul Search", and the two deacons, Luo Liao, were even more paralyzed and let the elders of Zifu put the forbidden spirit stones on them.
As for why Jingyue specially invited the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall? How could he do such an unlawful interrogation privately
When the scene returned to tranquility, everyone still did not return to their senses. They were shocked by the madness of some people. No, it could be said that they couldn't believe it at all.
Jing Yue: "It's not surprising, there are always some people who are greedy for profit. How can they achieve the Dao with such a nature? But there are more people with beautiful scenery. This is the bearing that a cultivator should have."
After a while, the deacon said cautiously, "Old Ancestor, what should we do next?"
Jing Yue: "Since it's the inner door selection, it's natural to select the disciples who enter the inner door."
The deacon was stunned for a moment, thinking he understood what the other party meant, "Are you going to rearrange them to enter the secret realm of Xiaoshan?"
Jing Yue: "Didn't they bring memory stones?"
Deacon: "Can it also be useful in fantasy?"
Jing Yue: "Of course, I won't waste my disciple's time."
When the disciples heard this, they took out the memory stones to check.
Sure enough, everything that happened in the secret realm was clearly recorded in the stone, even including their injuries and deaths. Looking back again, although I still feel scared, I can understand my weaknesses more intuitively.
Everyone was overjoyed, and the deacons were relieved.
Since the inner door selection has its own set of cumbersome procedures, the final selection results need to be announced every other day. Therefore, the deacons ordered the outer sect disciples to hand in the memory stones, and left the place with Jingyue.
Looking at Jingyue's retreating back, Zhao Feichen was envious in his heart. He only hoped that one day he could be as handsome and domineering as his ancestors.
He glanced at Wang Xiu subconsciously, and the other party just happened to be looking at him, the eyes of the two met, and they both understood each other's ambitions.
—Inner door, they must go!
A day later, the results of the inner door selection were announced, and Zhao Feichen and Wang Xiu were both listed.
This time, the inner sect has selected more than 900 disciples, which is far better than before. Because between life and death, many people show extraordinary xinxing and potential.
While everyone was overjoyed, they also heard the news that Jindan Zhenren and other deacons were executed.
While they were shocked, they also saw the determination of the sect - in order to maintain the rules set by the new and old ancestors, even Jindan Zhenren said that he would give up.
None of the factions dared to come forward, and they respected Jingyue in everything. Gradually, the entire inner door was packed like an iron bucket by Jingyue, and it was not leaking.
Under the influence of Jingyue, the disciples gradually distanced themselves from factionalism, and were used to not using external assistance in their cultivation. Because the ancestor said that these things did more harm than good, the disciples almost blindly trusted him, and even became a belief.
More importantly, today's inner door has given everyone the most relaxed and fair cultivation environment. They no longer have to fight for cultivation resources, and they don't have to worry that their cultivation will be abandoned if they fall behind. Why should they harm themselves in pursuit of shortcuts? What about the foundation
The inner sect is actually peaceful and prosperous that has not been seen in thousands of years. Many disciples who were mediocre in the past have made breakthroughs one after another, and the number of foundation-building is several times more than before.
As the inner door of the bridge is like this, the core disciples and the outer door are naturally greatly improved.
These changes are unknown to outsiders for the time being.
But the Cold Cloud Sect is known to everyone, and it won't be long before they will prove to the entire cultivation world—
The glory and authority of the so-called First Dharma Sect, even if it fades for a while, is unshakable in the end!
The author has something to say: Little Theater
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Deacon Luo & Deacon Liao: We are not convinced! We are going to appeal!
Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall: You still dare to claim injustice
Deacon Luo: It was the ancestor who used fishing law enforcement to lure us into taking the bait and engage in illegal activities!
Deacon Liao: Yes, he could have stopped us, intimidated us, and influenced us, but he ruined our chance to be good people.
Law Enforcement Hall Elder: Old Ancestor, look at this...
Jingjing: It makes sense, so let's kill them all.