Chapter 830

Flowing clouds, flowing sounds slowly, from this piece of Heaven and Earth.

The assessment of the Disciple is a gathering of people, that is, those who are involved in inheritance are no exception.

Only Qin Xuan, his eyes from the cloud hall that day, Tianyun Shenshu graciously passed, such as the past.

He seems to think of his own scars, was brought into this cloud and nine mountains to heal.

In my mind, I remembered the old Master’s face, and I couldn’t help but feel a little lost.

……

Green Mountain drizzle, youth wearing a robe of robes and standing with a crown.

There is a woman voice that dances like a wind and dances, looking at the head down youth.

“This generation is all long-term.

To you, it happens to be green in the mountains. From now on… I hope you can cloud the god tree that day, Changqing is in the world, asks Cheng Xian.

I will give Changqing the word to you, for me to be a recipe, but do not want to? ”

Youth slightly raised his head and gently said: “Respect Master’s Law, after the Disciple, with Changqing!”

Youth with a smile, he looked at the woman who was in the dust, “Disciple Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, see Master!”

The woman looked at the smile of youth, it seemed to be a thought, but I don’t know. Since then, there is a cultivator named Qin Xuan in Culture World. After the ages, the height of Immortal World is more than a supreme supreme.

Azure Emperor, Qin Changqing!

……

But when Qin Xuan is lost, this Heavenly Cloud Sect assessment has begun.

Thousands of Disciples in one place, after 10 breaths, suddenly, after the flow of True Monarch, there was a round of rays of light. Rays of light gradually condense, turned into six-inch clouds, clouds like mysterious turtles, bursting out of Divine Might.

“That is the Primordial Spirit of the True Monarch!”

“Primordial Spirit Imaging, Worthy is Heavenly Cloud Sect’s Nascent Soul True Monarch !”

“With the psychology of the Primordial Spirit as an assessment, is it overkill?”

Wan Zong was on the sidelines, and his heart was dark, but he did not dare to make a little noise, disturbing the Heavenly Cloud Sect assessment.

From the cloud of this mysterious turtle, thousands of Disciples were present, and all of them were shocked. Mortal felt Soul tremble, as if it was a Divine Turtle in front of him, such as Xu Xun, full of cold sweat, even more fearful.

Even those inheritors, Qi Condensation Realm, Golden Core Realm cultivator, can not help but look at the depth of Soul, such as the pressure of Mountain in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

“Running this tortoise Primordial Spirit, there is another entry!”

The cloud can’t help but smile. Among the thousands of assessments under the Primordial Spirit Divine Might, Mortal is not illusory, and the cultivator is the Primordial Spirit of the gene.

The weak are weak and the Powerhouse is stronger!

The precision of the Primordial Spirit is so detailed that it is comparable to the normal Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Even if it is the spectator of Wan Zong, it is not amazed.

However, in the thousands of Disciples, there are pieces of people falling down, or squatting, soft on the ground.

This pressure is too terrifying, and Mortal is not strong enough to bear.

Xu Xun is complexion pale, he can hardly bear, but his mind can not help but flash through these millions of miles, his own Grandfather look forward to the eyes, Qin Xuan Crushing Spirit Transformation Divine Might Crushing Spirit Transformation big cultivator.

Suddenly, in his eyes, he rose a bit of perseverance and even forcibly held it.

Even those cultivators who are involved in inheritance cannot be on the verge of collapse under this pressure.

Among them, the most relaxed ones, such as the youth from the edge of Desolate Earth, the pupil light is strong, and the body exudes a fierceness.

The same is true of Mu Wei, although his look is dignified, but the time of interest is very easy for him.

It was Mu Hao, his eyes fell on Qin Xuan, his eyes were gloomy.

“Can you afford it? I have to look at it. How long can you afford it?”

Mu Hao smiled indifferently. As a seven-year-old son of Xiyun State, he himself recognized Supreme Talent, the so-called Dao Heart, and the trivial nameless generation. How can he compare with him?

With 10 breaths passing by, thousands of assessments of the Disciple, at this moment nearly 90% of the fall, leaving only a few 100 people.

Among them, the ordinary person is more than just the number of 100 people. With a snoring sound, Xu search complexion is pale, and finally it is unbearable that the pressure is over, and the body can’t help falling down.

He wants to support his body, but his body is always weak.

Xu Xun complexion is a bit pale, only 10 breaths, the back will be ready as rain.

“There are a few good little fellow!” Liu Yun looked at this scene, nodded slightly, especially his eyes passed over Xu Xun, and the pupil light.

How to say, he also worked with Xu Xun for a while, and also knows the little fellow talent.

The talent is average, Dao Heart is barely getting started.

The cloud shook his head slightly, and immediately, his eyes fell on Qin Xuan, slightly startled.

The fifteenth time passed, and the more intense the pressure of the Primordial Spirit, the Mortal in the presence was almost spared, and all fell.

The rest are almost cultivators, about three hundred people.

Even with these cultivators, the complexion is pale to the extreme. Finally, with a snoring sound, the first fall is not the cultivator of Qi Condensation Realm, but a cultivator of Golden Core Realm.

His complexion was pale, and the sorrowful squat was sitting on the ground.

Along with the first cultivator fell down, followed by the countdown, the large cultivator could no longer withstand the pressure of the Primordial Spirit, and fell again and again.

Until the third 10 breaths, there are not many figures in the field, only ten people.

Among them, there is that from Desolate Earth, the pupil light has a fierceness, and there is also a scorpion.

But even if the two people, the forehead is not secreted by cold sweat.

“what?”

Suddenly, Liu Mu Pupil light fretting, he looked at Qin Xuan.

He felt that something was wrong. From Qin Xuan, he couldn’t feel a little bit difficult, and the pair was slightly sloppy.

Absent-minded! ?

Under the pressure of the Primordial Spirit of Nascent Soul Middle Grade, how dare someone dare to be so mad?

In the eyes of the micro-coagulation, the Primordial Spirit moved, and in the meantime, his pressure in the Qin Xuan Sea of ​​Consciousness almost doubled.

“This little fellow is interesting. Under the Primordial Spirit, I dare to be so careless!” Flowing clouds found that the eyes were a bit strange.

But with the flow of the Primordial Spirit, the heavier the pressure, the more intense the look of the flow.

In his eyes, even an incredible flash of light, his own pressure, I am afraid that even the Spirit Transformation big cultivator can not bear, but into this white hair, but it is like a muddy sea, not a little bit of sound.

There was a sigh of anger in the eyes, and there were only three people left in the entire venue.

The Golden Core cultivator from Desolate Earth, the Seven Kingdoms of Xiyun, and the Xu Xuan.

Suddenly, the Primordial Spirit behind the stream was shocked, and he was twice as strong as his display.

Hōng!

A burst of sound, as if the Divine Turtle stepped into the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the Pirmorial Spirit pressure has more than doubled.

The Desolate Earth youth and the Muhammad complexion were pale and heart-wrenching, and Mu Yu was even more unbearable. In the vagueness, a blood was spurted and his face was exhausted.

This scene makes the tens of thousands of cultivators on the sidelines change suddenly.

“Flowing Mu!”

The cloud is even more high-sounding, and the singer will wake up.

After that, the Primordial Spirit was ready to disappear, and did not enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

It seems that the self-flowing cloud is waking up and the Qin Xuan pupil light reunited. He slightly glanced at the figure that only one person left him, brows slightly wrinkle.

“Is the assessment finished?”

The whispers sounded weakly from this Heaven and Earth, but fell into the stream and a group of assessment Discile ears, such as the thunder.