Chapter 2215

The black-clad deacon at the outer door glanced at Ye Han and Ye Feiran before shouting, "Next, Ye Han." Ye Han walked to the stone pillar, put down his hand and input his spiritual power. The next moment, the red runes, green runes and purple runes on the stone pillar lit up at the same time. "Tsk, another three-attribute spiritual power, and one of them is a rare thunder-attributed spiritual power." "Among this group of new disciples, the number of spiritual powers of two or three attributes is greater than the previous total." Amid everyone's discussion, the lights of three colors began to rise from the bottom of the stone pillar. Seeing this, the square instantly fell into silence, and everyone was curious about the purity of Ye Han's three attributes of spiritual power. "Look, 70%, all three attributes of spiritual power are 70%!" "Isn't the thunder attribute spiritual power also 80%?" Amid everyone's speculations, the three colors of red and green light fluctuated up and down at the 70% position, and then continued to climb upwards. "Eighty, eighty percent!" Gradually, the three colors of light finally stopped. The deacon in black from the outer door came to his senses first and announced the result loudly, "Ye Han, there are three spiritual powers of fire, wind and thunder. Among them, the purity of fire-attribute spiritual power is 80%, the purity of wind-attribute spiritual power is 83%, and the purity of thunder-attribute spiritual power is 80%. Ninety percent." Everyone: "!!!" "Oh my god, 90%. The purity of her thunder-attributed spiritual energy is actually 90%!" "As far as I know, there are only a handful of disciples of our Xuantian Immortal Sect whose spiritual energy purity reaches 90%!" "No need to think about it, this Ye Han must be an inner disciple after coming out of Thousand Illusion Tower." "Tsk, tsk, tsk, forget about the three attributes of spiritual power, the purity of the essence is still 80-90%, and he is also a divine musician. This Ye Han is not too evil." "Otherwise, how could she be ranked third in the Monster Kiln? She really deserves it!" In front of the water mirror, when he saw that Ye Han's thunder-attributed spiritual power was 90% pure, not only Ke Duzhong's face was excited, but the other elders and immortals were also excited. "Ninety percent, finally another disciple's spiritual energy purity reaches 90%!" "This group of new disciples has brought us so many surprises!" m.biqubao.com "Ye Han's thunder attribute essence is 90% pure. You must come to my Thunder Peak." One of the Immortal Emperors and Immortal Lords said. As soon as these words came out, the No. 1 Music Immortal Rong Yue immediately said, "Fart, Ye Han is a divine musician. No matter what, he should come to this Immortal Lord's Divine Music Peak." However, the Immortal Emperor and Immortal Lord did not give in, "Her thunder attribute spiritual power is 90% pure. According to past rules, she must come to my Thunder Peak." "Rules are strict. Isn't Ye Feixuan an exception? The purity of her attribute essence is 100%, but she only has Wang Zezhi as her teacher." Rong Yue retorted. "Ye Feixuan is a ghost cultivator, she is an exception." “Where there’s an exception, there’s a second exception.” Seeing that they were about to fight, Ke Duzhong hurriedly said, "Yinnan, Rongyue, please stop arguing. We can wait until they come out of Qianhuan Tower." Hearing this, Mo Yinnan and Rong Yue looked at each other, and then they both snorted coldly before looking away. The quarrel in front of the water mirror was not known to anyone in the square. After getting excited, the black-clad deacon at the outer door continued to shout, "The last one, Ye Feiran." Ye Feiran is the first in the Monster Kiln and is far ahead of the second, so naturally he is even more eye-catching. "I wonder how many spiritual attributes this Ye Feiran has?" "Maybe there are three types, and the purity may be 70% to 89%." "Not necessarily, haven't you noticed? She is the most advanced among this group of new disciples. I heard that she is also a master-level divine musician and a seventh-grade alchemist." "Hiss... a seventh-level alchemist, she has already broken through to the seventh level at this age." "According to the regulations of our Xuantian Immortal Sect, as long as the alchemist breaks through to the eighth level, he can participate in the examination of the elders. Based on Ye Feiran's talent, she will not be the youngest elder in the history of our Xuantian Immortal Sect, right?" "Oh my God, this talent is so evil!" "Shh, stop arguing, let's take a look at this monster's spiritual attributes and purity!" Not only the outer disciples, deacons and Bai Hanchen in the square had high expectations for Ye Feiran, but Ke Duzhong and others in front of Shuijing also had high expectations for Ye Feiran. The third team of Fengyun looked at each other, and then they all smiled in unison. Xiao Yezi had the Chaos attribute, and everyone present would be absolutely shocked. As for the purity of spiritual energy, compared with them, it is naturally higher than lower. Ye Feiran walked to the stone pillar with a calm face, then put down his hand to input his spiritual power. The next moment, eight colors of runes lit up at the same time. Everyone: "!!!" "Gold, cyan, blue, red, yellow, green, purple, snow white, eight colors!" "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder and ice, she actually has eight kinds of spiritual attributes!" Many people in front of the water mirror also stood up excitedly. "Chaos attribute, she is chaos attribute!" After the excitement, Ke Duzhong's expression suddenly became strange. At the same time, the stone pillars in the square suddenly changed again. The black runes slowly lit up. Upon seeing this, Bai Hanchen stood up from his seat and opened his eyes slightly to look at the black runes that had lit up on the stone pillar. The next moment, an outer disciple spoke out the exclamation in his heart. "Dark attribute, another dark attribute!" "So... does Ye Feiran have nine spiritual attributes?" As soon as he finished speaking, another rune on the stone pillar slowly lit up. However, when they saw this rune, everyone had a look of doubt in their eyes. Just because the color of this rune is between off-white and transparent, this color can be said to be very subtle, but everyone still caught it immediately. "What kind of spiritual attribute is this?" "I don't know, I've never seen runes of this color light up." Ye Feiran also looked at the color of this rune with confusion on his face, guessing in his mind which kind of very rare spiritual attribute it was. At this time, Bai Hanchen suddenly said, "The attribute of time, the color of this rune represents the attribute of time." Because he possesses the dark attribute, he also knows more about the other three rare attributes than others. As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden gasp in the square. "hiss!" "The attribute of time is actually the attribute of time!" "Four super rare spiritual attributes, Ye Feiran actually has two types: darkness and time!" "Oh my God, what kind of monster is she?" The people in front of the water mirror also looked shocked. Forget about the chaos attribute, it also has the attributes of darkness and time! "The four rare attributes, now the runes representing the dark and time attributes are lit up. I wonder if she also has the light and space attributes?" I don’t know which elder said such a thing, and then someone immediately retorted, “It’s impossible.” However, as his voice fell, another rune on the stone pillar slowly lit up. People who say it’s impossible: “…” This slap in the face came too fast! However, no one laughed at him at this moment, but all stared intently at the colors of the runes on the stone pillars in the water mirror. The color of this rune is white at first glance, but at the second glance, there is a touch of golden light in the white. "What kind of spiritual attribute is this?"

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. ,,. ,.