In the year 2210, Di Fan was eighty-eight years old. It's time for Dabi. After ten years of cultivation, most of the teenagers have faded into youth, are heroic, and their divine light is implicit or exposed, and there is no mediocrity. The big is different from the small one, allowing the disciples to do their best and fight for life and death. The cultivation realm is a cultivation field, a slaughtering ground, not a greenhouse. The sect is a greenhouse, cultivating the germinating seeds, and then scattering the germinated seeds, as for the future of the seeds, each has its own destiny. The sect sent a large number of Dao Saint Realm monks to avoid and minimize casualties as much as possible. Lin Ling is one of the Dao Saints who rescues the Dao Saints.

100,000 new disciples take 10,000 into the inner door, and the competition is fierce. The fighting method is divided into realms, and the realms of other disciples are distinct, such as gathering spirits, pregnant spirits, spirit pills, transforming spirits, spirit infants, and Xuan souls...... Only Di Fan ran into trouble, because he didn't have a realm, or he couldn't see his realm, he couldn't gather spirits, there was no soul to conceive, there was no soul in the dantian, there was no baby in the soul sea, and the three souls and seven spirits were condensed, and after consulting his own opinion, he was classified as the Xuan Soul group. Lin Ling's Xuansheng Realm was assigned to be responsible for the supervision and protection of the Xuansoul Group.

There are ten rings in each realm, for a total of forty. Dan Spirit, Transformation Spirit, Spirit Baby, Xuan Soul. With such superior conditions, the Desolate Headquarters has not been able to gather spirits and conceive spirits for ten years, how can it have the face to claim to be a genius, so there is no ring for gathering spirits and gestational spirits. In fact, except for Di Fan, none of the new disciples stayed in the realm of pregnant spirits. Although Di Fan has no realm to show, his strength is in the clear, and he has become the only exception.

Among the 100,000 disciples, there are sixty-four people in the Xuan Soul Realm, and they are actually already inner disciples. The genius's Xuan Soul Realm is not a big commodity, it is the most valuable resource of the sect. There are few people in the Xuan Soul Realm, and the circulation points are used, and everyone has to fight.

On the first day, Di Fan did not compete, but he watched the game from beginning to end, all kinds of strange spells, magic weapons, magic weapons, and gorgeous scenes opened his eyes. One of the petite and delicate girls actually used her body as a tool, her ghostly body came and went, and her body hair and skin were all sharp weapons for attack, and her fierce momentum and domineering and arrogant attacks left a deep impression on Di Fan and gave him endless inspiration.

The next day, there was a competition between Di Fan, and the opponent was a male monk about 100 years old with an average appearance, calm and calm, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. The referee began to speak, he had already attacked, a thunderbolt hit Di Fan's head out of thin air, startling him, Di Fan's divine sense had already captured the traces of thunder, but he lacked experience in fighting, he was stunned for a moment, the thunder entered the body, and bursts of burning pain spread all over his body, Di Fan felt that the Yongquan acupoint trembled and heated, and the spirit in the Yongquan acupoint actually increased slightly, which made him very surprised. Di Fan knew that it was not easy to make his current Yongquan Cave grow a little. Di Fan stood up with a strange hairstyle, how could the opponent let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and more than a hundred blazing dazzling lights poured out like water, and hit Di Fan's head fiercely. With the first experience, Di Fan flickered instantly, allowing the thunder to hit him from different parts, and the spring continued to tremble and then complete a little. Now that he has discovered the secret, Di Fan thinks that there is no need to let the senior brothers of the same sect pay too much, it is not easy for everyone to cultivate, the desolate thunder is inexhaustible, and it is the same to ask for the heavenly thunder to refine it by himself.

Invisible and imperceptible, Di Fan appeared behind his opponent, and wanted to grab the monk and throw him out of the ring, but the monk was like taking root, Di Fan was shaken and did not move, he raised his foot and kicked the monk's back, and a huge force poured out, and the monk came out of the ring. The monk who fell out of the ring was not injured, only a look of ignorance and confusion.

The game continued, exciting, fighting wit, moving and flashing, Di Fan seriously realized every game, as if he was immersive. He completely forgot about the afternoon game and didn't come to his senses until the referee shouted loudly in a row. This time, the opponent was a tall and thin fire-type monk, who had reached the peak of fire-based spells, and this level of fire could not help Di Fan's divine soul and divine sense, but with his current physical strength, he couldn't bear it. What's more, if he is burned bald, burning his clothes must be an extremely wonderful story, Di Fan has to dodge quickly, now all the monks know that Di Fan's body is very good, and try their best not to let him get close, the method of fire cultivation is simple and direct, and a fire cover is formed around the body, so that Di Fan has nowhere to put his feet, Di Fan has never thought about the attack of divine consciousness, now only the divine consciousness and Yongquan acupoint can be used, the temperature in the ring is getting higher and higher, the clothes and hair have scorch marks, the skin is burning, the fire is everywhere, Di Fan's heart moves slightly, he uses the fire as spiritual energy, and attracts each other with divine sense, the soul fire is calcined, and flows to the spring, it is really feasible, and another big surpriseDi Fan continued to explore and refine, and the Yongquan acupoint gradually became complete, and there was a halo of light. The opponent of the fire cultivator did not know that Di Fan was happy, and when he saw the scorch marks of Di Fan's hair and clothes, he worked harder, and after an hour, the fire monk had to stop his magical powers, and the Di Fan Yongquan Acupoint was completely turned into nine. Di Fan stood calmly in the ring, and Huo Xiu's body had no flame shield and had to admit defeat.

The rest of the ring was equally fierce, protected by the masters of the sect, and all the disciples did their best without sparing the slightest. It is a stump and a broken arm, and when you cultivate to the late stage of the Spirit Infant Realm, you can be reborn, which is a rare opportunity to cultivate in a hundred years. A true fighter must find a life in despair. Although more than half of the fighting methods were disabled, there were no deaths. And all of Di Fan's opponents were unharmed, only helpless, he had also encountered a few opponents who were extremely arrogant and domineering and made him a little disgusted, Di Fan wanted to cripple them very much, and he couldn't do it without using his divine sense to attack, he just kicked their butts hard, including the nuns. Lin Ling looked at it from the side and sighed in his heart: The female cultivator's ass is not easy to kick.

Halfway through the competition, half a month of rest, mainly considering disabled disciples. Di Fan gushing spring like the sea, although there is a halo, but it is relatively dark, now he can't cultivate normally like other monks, so he simply let go of his impatience and follow his train of thought step by step, nine for the extreme, nine for the extreme...... Ninety-nine is one, the sun shines, and he has his own understanding. Di Fan came to the edge of the stream, half a month, try to say, he injected the divine soul and divine consciousness into the Yongquan acupoint, and compressed the spiritual energy little by little, like the spirit of the sea, gradually turned into a big lake, a pond, and finally became a point, scorching its brilliance, like the dazzling stars in the sky. "I see. "Di Fan's divine sense and soul are extremely strong, and he compresses the aura of the sea into a star in half a month, and if he is replaced by others, he may not be able to do it in his life. Now that he has found the right way, the next game Di Fan is very easy: the power of the five elements, the magic power of the magic weapon, and even the power of the Xuan Dao have all become the resources of his cultivation, Di Fan is like a balloon, strictly speaking, his Yongquan acupoint has become a balloon, unless he has the ability to blow the balloon, otherwise the 'spirit' that enters can only strengthen the balloon. It is impossible to blow this balloon with the current opponent's supernatural powers, and their supernatural powers have become the energy in the Yongquan Cave. Senior Brother Zhou Haonan is right, being too forbearant is cowardly. Now that he has become an inner disciple, he has the capital to protect himself, and he is not arrogant, but he does not need to be overly forbearing. Di Fan has no defeats, deserves to be ranked first, the female cultivator who was kicked in the ass stared at Di Fan viciously, the vicious expression actually implied the affection of the veins, Di Fan felt it, and his head hurt a little and dizzy. The spirit pill, the spirit transformation, and the spirit infancy have the most disciples, and Dabi is still continuing. It is estimated that it will be more than a month to end. Di Fan returned to the side of the small stream, he didn't continue to watch the game, he needed to verify a lot of ideas, and the way to verify it was to cultivate.

More than forty days have passed, the genius of the geniuses is born, the 10,000 inner disciples are happy, and the 90,000 geniuses have their own thoughts. Joys, sorrows, hatreds, and resentments come out of people, and are born because of love, and the world is wonderful because of it.

There are forty-two people missing the dormitory of the new disciples of Nancangfeng, Xiao Ran and Bai Yuyan are among them, they have a cave mansion, although it is small, compared to before, whether it is big or small, the environment is not the same, the flying spring is flowing and the waterfall is abundant. The inner disciples have the qualifications to leave the mountain, and the drunken Hongchen promised by Lin Ling finally has an ending under the continuous urging of the senior brothers and sisters, Lin Ling knows that the senior brothers and sisters want to take the opportunity to thank Di Fan, so on the day Di Fan got the inner disciple token, they got together in the drunken Hongchen. Drunk Hongchen has a total of thirty-three floors, octagonal shape, there are four rooms on the thirty-third floor, each room has a wide field of vision, clouds cover the fog, the maid is beautiful like a flower, graceful and colorful, the room is elegantly furnished, Lin Ling's private room is called Xianlian Hongchen, it is really true. After some refusal, Lin Ling had to sit on the main seat, Di Fan Zhou Haonan accompanied him left and right, everyone sat down, and there was an indispensable shush and warmth, Zhou Haonan and others did not hesitate to take out some rare objects to give away, Di Fan thanked them and accepted them one by one. Lin Ling smiled silently, everyone was in the same realm, the relationship between Lin Ling and Di Fan was by no means ordinary.

Drunk Hongchen is not only rare in the ingredients of the dishes, the kitchen is more exquisite, the presentation is beautiful, the seven people chatted while eating, a few glasses of Hongchen drunken spirit wine into the stomach, the women gradually showed their blush, the senior brothers were full of pride, Di Fan let go of his heart, so he had strange stories, cultivation experience, family sadness, and partner hatred...... In the scene of everyone scrambling to be the first, he released from the bottom of his heart, venting his emotions, sighing and confusion about road construction, looking forward to the future, and hesitating about the present. "What is Xiuzhen, why is Xiuzhen? It's better to get drunk with red dust. Qu Xi's eyes were slanted drunk, his cheeks were red, and he was obviously a little drunk. "Cultivating truth is cultivating mortals, mortals seek survival, seek wealth and nobility, cultivate truth and strength, seek truth, and do their best. Zhou Haonan said solemnly. "What's the use of asking for it?," Qu Xi muttered. Seeing this, Lin Ling shouted and used his divine powers: "Heaven is in the Tao, and it is in the Xuancun, ask for a comfortable body, senior sister is drunk." Qu Xi buried his head and fell into a deep sleep. May she have a good dream!

Inner disciples have the welfare of the sect and also have to take responsibility. Di Fan doesn't need the magic power now, what he needs is endless spiritual energy. There were many inconveniences in the sect, and he found Lin Ling to talk about his thoughts: take on the task, travel to the wilderness, and explore the secret realm. Lin Ling wanted to accompany Di Fan, but was strictly rejected by him, Lin Ling was in the critical period of learning alchemy refiners, Di Fan didn't want to delay Lin Ling, she had her way. Lin Ling also understood that although Di Fan's attack power was too weak, he had no worries about his life, so he had to let him. handed over the Lingbao Flying Boat to Di Fan, and at the same time gave him more than 1,000 top-grade and more than 30 top-grade spirit stones.

Di Fan took over the task of more than 100 inner disciples, and then left the sect. Two hours later, three people left the Desolation Sect one after another. Followed the trail of Difan.

Di Fan didn't use the flying boat and the time channel, he had a desolate map in his divine consciousness, a desolate interstellar map, and he had a clear destination. After leaving the scope of the headquarters of the Desolation Sect, he was a little restless, and the feeling that he had never appeared made him vigilant, Di Fan released his divine sense and sensed it carefully, and there was no abnormality within thousands of miles. Di Fan was not at ease, so he hid in the particle space, and three hours later, the female cultivator who was kicked in the ass appeared, followed by three Dao Saint Realm monks. "Miss, why did that kid disappear?" said one of the Dao Saint Monks. "Hmph, no matter how careful he is, he can't escape the shadow tracking. The ass nun escaped first, followed by the three saints. "Divine Shadow?" Di Fan's divine sense wrapped his body, and after a brief scan, he found an abnormality in the tip of a hair, and the soul fire swept by, and the so-called divine shadow turned into nothingness. Cultivating the truth is innocent, the truth, the truth, and the truth. Only people's hearts are not true. Di Fan changed his itinerary, released the flying boat, and fled into the distance.