Above the canopy of the Divine Tree, Long Chen and Mock Feng were still paying attention to the examination room below.

They've been here for days, but for a being like them, that's just a snap of a finger.

"Oh, will these assessments you set up be a little difficult? Even in my time, I had never seen a few sect elections like this. Mocking Feng said: "I also saw a few good seedlings with good qualifications among them, and it is a pity that they were defeated." ”

As one of the nine great dragons created by the Ten Thousand Law Xuan Immortals 100,000 years ago, and with the powerful strength of the Holy Realm Eightfold, his vision will naturally not be low, and the good seedlings in his mouth must be at least at the level of genius.

Of course, although he has a wide vision, he has never seen a disciple selected by this method like Chen Long, who does not look at qualifications or strength.

Chen Long didn't have the slightest sense of heartache, but said: "You should understand that if you want to achieve something on the way to cultivating immortals, you can't just have talent, even though you may be much higher than others in the early stage, but the road may not last long." The Academy's teaching methods are not suitable for mere geniuses. ”

Mocking Wind shrugged: "I'm just talking, after all, you're not a sect, and I really want to see what kind of disciples your so-called academy can teach." ”

Chen Long smiled slightly: "Then you can look forward to it." ”

Unlike the Kendo of the Question, the candidate who passes the Wash-Pool does not lose much physical and mental strength and does not need to rest for a long time, so after passing the Wash-Pond, the candidate can go directly to the third and final round of the exam.

And at this time, there are already candidates who have started.

Chen Long and Mocking Feng's eyes fell on the venue of the last round of exams.

They are all waiting for the first person to pass the exam and become the first student of the academy to appear.

"The last round of exams, Meditation Hall!"

In front of the vermilion gate, Mo Mingming, with a calm face and a dark complexion, spoke.

This time, the first to stand in front of this gate was not the two young girls from before, but the young man with a scar on his face who was the first to step down after the two girls a few days ago.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Mo Mingming remained silent, and from his accent, he had already judged that he was from the Western Sand Region like himself, and at the same time, he also smelled a smell of blood from the young man's body.

This taste is very similar to Mo Mingming's own.

There is a smell of human blood, and there is also the smell of other blood.

Usually, there is only one kind of person who will have this taste.

"Are you a hunter?" Mo Mingming suddenly asked.

The young man was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, his eyes flashed, and he bowed: "Yes, the examiner is really as wise as a torch." ”

From his tone, Mo Mingming heard a stiff compliment.

Mo Mingzhi shook his head, from this young man's body, he saw a little bit of his previous shadow, he was also born in the Xisha Domain, he was also a hunter, he had similar eyes, complimenting others This kind of thing, they can't do it well.

"It's useless to compliment me, you can only get into school if you pass the exam. Even if it is so similar, Mo Mingming will not look at it differently, this is his character.

Mo Mingzhi got out of the way: "The meditation hall is the last round of exams, it is also half an hour, in the hall, if you can persist in entering the hall for half an hour, you can pass it, you can enroll, the longer the time, the better the results." ”

The young man looked stunned, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

He also found that this famous senior, a peerless genius who claimed to have the strength to compete with the strongest in the Doufa Continent, and a young man with the name of Star Battle Venerable, was quite similar to himself.

Will he be able to be as strong as him one day?

If you can, then the hatred on your shoulders......

Yan Cangchu, a young man from Heavenly Tiger City in the West Sand Domain, trembled in his heart, and no longer thought about the rest of the things, the vermilion door opened in front of his eyes, and he walked in without hesitation.

If you want to take revenge, you must have strength, and the academy, which can give yourself strength, must pass the exam in front of you if you want to join the academy.

He made it through the first two rounds, and in the third round, at this last moment, he must not fail!

Meditation Hall.

This sounds like a very pure name, reminiscent of hollow valley orchids, bamboo forest flowers and plants.

What trials will there be in such a place?

However, when he walked into it, he was shocked.

In front of me is a large hall, on all sides of the hall, there are dozens of statues of gods, the walls are carved with murals, and on the ground in the center, there are futons used for meditation one after another, at first glance, it seems that there is no difference from ordinary nunnery.

But the statues of the gods are not benevolent gods and Buddhas, they are all strange and terrifying, and at a glance they make people pale and frightened.

And the murals carved on the walls are not beautiful scenes, one by one, they all describe all kinds of cruel and vicious pictures, there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, there are piles of white bones, there are battlefield battles, there are grievances and vendettas. There are fathers who kill their children, children who kill their parents, brothers who kill each other, flesh and blood who kill each other, men who kill women, old men who kill children, wild beasts that bite and kill men, humans who slaughter animals, rebels kill kings, and tyrants kill people. The most cruel and ferocious things in the world are all in this mural.

The background color of the walls and the floor tiles of the hall were all vermilion paint, and a murder weapon with a bloodstained handle was randomly inserted in the open space between the futons. Under the backdrop of this scene, the entire hall was like a sea of blood, and the thick smell of blood poured into his nose, Yan Cangchu couldn't tell whether this was the illusion brought to him by the scene, or whether it really smelled of blood. Even with his experience, his scalp is still numb at the moment, and he has an urge to turn his head and leave.

What kind of meditation hall is this? It's just a hell of a nose.

What are you kidding? To settle in a place like this is like making him sleep soundly on the battlefield.

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, Yan Cangchu finally calmed down, but his brows were still deeply furrowed.

Although he didn't want to stay in this hellish meditation hall for a moment, he had to stay in order to pass the exam.

"Isn't it just half an hour? I don't believe that these things can still scare me. ”

Yan Cangchu's eyes showed ruthlessness, and he strode to the futon closest to the door, and sat down cross-legged.

His eyes swept around, and as soon as he sat down, he became a little uneasy, as if the scene on the mural, the ugly statue, would become real at any time, turn into a sea of hell blood, and swallow him in it.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, thinking that if he closed his eyes, he would not see.

However, those murals and statues, as well as the entire environment of the meditation hall, seemed to have some mysterious power, which made him unforgettable after only a few glances, but became clearer and clearer in his heart.

Thinking that he was sitting alone in this kind of place, Yan Cangchu was like a thorn in his back.

Finally settled down, but Yan Cangchu felt that there seemed to be bursts of strange laughter in his ears, accompanied by roars, screams, crying, pleading, all the tragic and terrifying sounds, accompanied by those residual pictures in his heart.

He knew that it was mostly his own psychological effect, but he couldn't rule it out anyway, as if the things in the hall had really come to life and howled around him.

As long as he opened his eyes, he could find out, but he was a little afraid that his hallucinations would become real, and he didn't want to see those things again, so he didn't dare to open his eyes.

With these painful sounds, Yan Cangchu's eyes began to glow faintly red under his closed eyelids, and when he didn't even realize it, the tyrannical and murderous intentions in his heart had been gradually aroused.

The challenge of the Meditation Hall is not just a mere intimidation.

Settle down, meditate, and contend not only with fear, but also with the negative emotions in your own heart.