Chapter 2212

Ye Feiran and his party didn't know that Ke Duzhong paid attention to their situation from time to time. Two days before a month, they finally returned to the sect. At this time, they also remembered the Thousand Illusion Tower. "Axuan, tell us about Thousand Fantasy Tower!" Ye Feixuan nodded, "The Thousand Illusion Tower is actually an illusion tower, and what you encounter after entering is an illusion. These illusions include various professions, such as sword cultivator, alchemy cultivator, Gu cultivator... When you enter the first floor of Thousand Illusion Tower, you can choose your own profession. Thousand Illusion Tower will teleport you to the corresponding place, and then you will compete or experience in the illusion. Although it is said to be an illusion, most of the cultivators you meet are outer disciples of the sect, and only a small part are practitioners transformed from the illusion. Therefore, this is also equivalent to a competition. As long as you perform well in the competition experience, you might be favored by an elder or immortal king. In short, this trip to the Thousand Illusion Tower will not depend on your ranking, but only on your talent performance. " Ye Feiran and his party nodded. Simply put, the elders and immortal monarchs of the Xuantian Immortal Sect selected disciples from the Thousand Fantasy Tower. Ye Feixuan took a sip of tea and continued, "Don't be nervous, just show your best side and do your best. If you don't become an inner sect disciple this time, you can wait until the outer sect competes. Whether it is an inner sect competition or an outer sect competition, they are held once every three years, and you are as lucky as your predecessors. There is still less than a year until the next outer sect competition. " Hearing this, Lu Yingzhou and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Thousand Illusion Tower competes with the outer sect. They have two opportunities within a year. They can definitely seize one of the opportunities to become inner sect disciples. "Axuan, is there a time limit for Thousand Fantasy Tower?" Ye Feiran asked. "Yes, for three months, during these three months, you are either competing or training. Even if you are injured or lose the competition, Thousand Fantasy Tower will not send you out, but will only let you continue to compete. Or experience, so this is also equivalent to testing your character." Ye Feixuan replied. Ye Feiran and others didn't feel much about this, and this was also because they had good character. At the same time, Ning Xiangmo and other forty-six disciples also came to report one after another. Compared with before, their mental outlook had changed greatly. However, when they thought of Thousand Illusion Tower and the other outer disciples, they became nervous again. That night, Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan were lying on the same bed. The former asked, "Axuan, what are your plans after we enter the Thousand Fantasy Tower?" "I obtained an inheritance in the Lingxu Secret Realm, and these three months have been used to absorb the power of the inheritance." Ye Feixuan replied with a smile. Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly, "Axuan, what level do you think your cultivation can reach after absorbing the inherited power?" Hearing this, Ye Feixuan also remembered Ye Feiran's cultivation in the middle stage of Immortal Saint, and then her eyes became more determined, "Early stage of Immortal Saint, but don't worry Aran, I will catch up with you as soon as possible." Ye Feiran reached out and pinched Ye Feixuan's cheek, "Don't worry, if my cultivation level is higher than yours by then, I will wait for you, just like I waited for the Fengyun Third Team in Senluo Continent for five years. " Ye Feixuan felt a warm feeling in her heart, "Okay!" Anyway, she will try her best not to keep A Ran waiting for so long. Early the next morning, all the outer disciples gathered at the largest square of the Xuantian Immortal Sect. When Ye Feiran and his new batch of disciples arrived at the square, all the outer disciples had already arrived. They were all dressed in uniform green clothes and lined up neatly. The new disciple still wears his own clothes, and I don't know if it is intentional by the sect. Ye Feiran and the others also lined up consciously, and then silently looked at the square. I saw a high platform in the center of the square, and there were many seats on the high platform, but none of them were occupied now. At this time, the deacon of the outer sect, who was wearing uniform black clothes, also came. The last one walking was an elegant man in white clothes, a powerful Immortal Emperor. I saw an elegant man in white walking slowly up to the high platform and sat down on one of the seats. The next moment, an outer deacon in black also came out, and then raised his voice, "Quiet!" "Now, I would like to invite our deputy sect leader, Immortal Lord Bai Hanchen, to speak." While the deacon in black from the outer sect was speaking, he bowed respectfully towards the high platform. Bai Hanchen stood up from his seat. He glanced at all the disciples and exuded an invisible aura. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and looked solemnly at Bai Hanchen, the deputy sect leader. "First of all, on behalf of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, I would like to welcome fifty-nine new disciples to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect and become disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect." As his voice fell, everyone applauded in welcome. Then, Bai Hanchen continued, "When you join our Xuantian Immortal Sect, you must abide by the rules of our Xuantian Immortal Sect and be a qualified Xuantian Immortal Sect disciple..." Bai Hanchen briefly explained some of the teaching content, and the fifty-nine new disciples took note of it carefully. Seeing this, Bai Hanchen nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand, and a transparent stone pillar about ten feet high appeared in the square, and then he sat down again. The stone pillars are crystal clear, exuding fairy energy, and they are also engraved with runes of different colors. Ye Feiran counted in his mind and found that there were twelve different colors in total. Because Ye Feixuan had told her before, she immediately guessed that these twelve colors represented the twelve spiritual attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder and ice, as well as time, space, light and darkness. Under the curious and confused gazes of the new disciples, the black-clothed deacon of the outer sect announced, "Now the new disciples are invited to undergo a purity test of spiritual power attributes." After hearing this, Ning Xiangmo and other natives of the Immortal Realm were eager to try it, while Ye Feiran and others looked puzzled because they had never heard of any spiritual power essence purity test. Ning Xiangmo noticed the confusion in their eyes and said quickly, "This is similar to a spiritual power test." "What's the point of this?" Han Xize asked in a low voice. "The higher the purity of the spiritual power attribute essence, the greater the chance of being favored by the elders and immortal kings." Ning Xiangmo replied. "So that's it!" Han Xize and the others looked stunned, and then they began to look forward to it silently. They were also very curious about the purity of their spiritual attributes. When they calmed down, the deacon in black from the outer door began to shout, "First one, Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng hurriedly ran to the transparent stone pillar, and the black-clad deacon at the outer door quickly said, "Put your hand on the recessed place, and then input spiritual power into it." "yes!" Zhang Feng put down his hand and input his spiritual power, and then the stone pillar changed, becoming sacred and beautiful.

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.