Shen Yuheng sniffed.

She knew it was all just a fantasy, but she couldn't help but indulge in it.

She witnessed the destruction of the Shen family back then, and the upheaval of her childhood had already made her extremely determined.

Find your sister, destroy the demons, revive the Shen family, and restore your former glory. It's going to be all about her life.

Sighing, Shen Yuheng stretched out his hand on the mirror a little, the mirror shattered, and there was darkness around her.

Shen Yuheng held the golden horn and walked forward by the light of the golden horn.

What she didn't know was that there was an afterword to this illusion, and this illusion was born from the heart, and the firmer the mind, the faster the illusion would be broken.

There is desire, and illusion is born.

Shen Yuheng walked for a while, and then he reached the top of the tower, and there were already people waiting there, and when he saw Shen Yuheng coming, he also smiled slightly.

"Senior Sister Shen is very capable, she broke the illusion so quickly. The man took the golden horn in Shen Yuheng's hand and joked with a smile.

"Senior sister has an overreputation. Shen Yuheng replied respectfully, but he didn't dare to slack off on this person.

After all, she is the senior sister of the inner gate, and if you offend her, there is no good fruit to eat.

Chu Tianxuan's kid is bragging about how powerful his sister is every day, and when I see it today, I know that that kid didn't say anything. The senior sister who took it laughed twice.

She also has her own little Jiujiu in her heart, Shen Yuheng is Chu Tianxuan's sister anyway, if she is good friends with her, she can't say what benefits she can get.

The two of them said a few words, and the others also broke the illusion and came out.

Looking at the four golden horns placed side by side, Senior Sister Jian sighed.

"The four of you are considered to have passed the course, and the five people take four, which is much better than in previous years. ”

When Shen Yuheng heard this, he estimated that the illusion in this small trial tower was also a test.

One of the senior sisters sent a teleportation charm, but in a few moments, the four of them were teleported to a palatial hall.

The four of them did not come out of a small family, but they did not lose their temper, and each saluted to the people in the hall.

There is a white jade chair on the top, there are two people sitting on the left and right of the chair, the one on the left is dressed in white, with black hair and snow skin, only closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, Shen Yuheng on the right has seen it, it is Xu Tai'a, the lord of Tai'a Peak.

"Now that you have passed the small competition, you are going to worship under the peaks, there is no internal statement in the Wanjian Gate, and it all depends on chance. The woman in white opened her mouth, and her voice was as crisp and pleasant as a yellow warbler out of the valley.

The next four people all responded, and closed their eyes to feel the mottled aura in the hall.

In this hall, there is a wisp of aura for all the people who are qualified to accept apprentices in the inner gate, and as long as they meditate and sense, they can find their own opportunity.

Shen Yuheng sensed it for a while, only to feel that there was an aura that was extremely close to him, and unconsciously grabbed it in the void, and there was a black brand in his hand.

"Shen Yuheng, Zhan Lufeng. The woman in white said expressionlessly.

There was a little disciple waiting outside who immediately welcomed Shen Yuheng out. Then his hand drew a rune in the void, and it was a whirlwind of the sky, and Shen Yuheng had already reached the realm of Zhanlu Peak.

This Zhanlu Peak is even more desolate than the place where she is at the outer gate, with sparse spiritual plants, rabbits and squirrels running around, and the towering Tibetan Scripture Pavilion not far away, although it is desolate, it is also wild.

"Shen Yuheng?" In the distance, Shen Yuheng heard a puzzled inquiry.

"Exactly. May I ask who you are?" Shen Yuheng saluted and looked at the old man with white hair quietly.

I saw that his face had long been left traces by the years, and the deep or shallow folds on his face were a little kind under the cover of his white eyebrows and white beard, and he was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and he looked no different from a worldly old man.

And Taihao Zhenren also looked at this first little disciple of Zhan Lu Peak.

This girl has an outstanding appearance, an extraordinary bearing, and what is even more rare is a heroic and righteous body, which makes him really love it.

"As a teacher, you are the peak master of Zhanlu Peak, and in addition to being a teacher, we are only one of you. Tai Hao Zhenren seemed to be a little lost when he spoke.

He is the cultivation of the peak of Jindan, there is a thousand years of longevity, and he has been trapped at the peak of Jindan for more than a hundred years, knowing that there is no hope for advancement, so he asked for an order to guard Zhanlu Peak, and Zhanlu Peak has always been scarce, except for a few miscellaneous servants who sprinkle and sweep, he is alone.

Taihao Zhenren sighed, accepted the half book in his hand, and took Shen Yuheng to the Jingzang Palace.

Zhanlu Peak is deserted, and the apprenticeship ceremony is also simple.

First, there were three kowtows, and then there was a tea ceremony. Taihao Zhenren took the tea, Shen Yuheng was considered to have entered Zhanlu Peak, and because she was a personal disciple of Taihao Zhenren, there was an additional procedure for giving names.

If you have a Dan, you must have a Dao number, and the Dao number is generally given by the elders of the sect, and those casual cultivators will also give themselves a name.

In the future, if you meet someone, you will have to call her the name of the Tao.

The next day, the four new disciples were led by their masters to the spiritual artifact pool, as usual, they looked at the chance, and what they could get from this pool depended on chance.

Nangong Hongyan worshiped under the disciple of the peak master of Pangang Peak, and when he saw Shen Yuheng from a distance, Nangong Hongyan said hello.

Shen Yuheng responded to her with a smile, and then walked towards the Spirit Weapon Pool with a few others.

Shen Yuheng has the highest seniority, so he is at the forefront.

The spiritual weapon pool looked at the pool outside the mountain, Shen Yuheng stretched out his hand to enter, and then the spiritual energy condensed in the palm of his hand, feeling the fluctuations of the spiritual energy in the pool, after a while, she felt a sinking in her hand, and then took it out only to find that her palm had already grasped a pair of ankle rings.

This leg ring is called the Nine Turns Silver Ring, which is made of meteorite from outside the sky, and the speed can be increased to the extreme with spiritual power, and the overhaul of the Yuan Infant Period can only stare dryly, and usually this Nine Turns Silver Ring can also play a role in resisting the wind with nothingness, which can save a lot of effort.

Shen Yuheng himself is a fast man, and with the nine-turn silver ring, it is even more powerful.

After several people had their own spiritual weapons, the four of them were led to the Xuanyuan Hall to worship the ancestors.

The Xuanyuan Hall was built with countless treasures, and from a distance, the simple atmosphere made people unconsciously awe-inspired.

The name of the ancestor of Wanjianmen has long been unsophisticated, but the swords of the two ancestors have remained, one cadre and one reinforced.

The four of them worshiped the statue of the patriarch, and then worshiped the cadre and the sword, and finally dropped a drop of blood on the soul lamp, which was the etiquette of the entrance.

"From today onwards, the four of you will be disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. ”

"Where the heart goes, that is, where the sword goes, and where the sword goes, the sword is the heart. ”

"There is only one rule of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, the strong cannot be feared, and the weak cannot be bullied. ”

"Shun, not rejoicing, rebellious, not forgetting sorrow, danger, not fearful, is the way of the sword......"

The precept elder's eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was like a bell, and his deep voice echoed in the main hall.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are scarce, but the prestige of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the cultivation world is second only to the Compassion Sect, which is not unrelated to the rules of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.