Song Wanling's heart moved, and her palm turned over, looking at the scratch in the white palm.

Qi refining cultivators, let the magic weapon recognize the master is naturally a drop of blood, and then have their own method of recognizing the master.

The other palm was condensed with a slight water spiritual power, the water rippled, the palms were close to each other, and the wound was a little itchy, and then faded away.

The palms were separated, and the palms were already as smooth as jade, and then the two hands held up the blue silk.

Song Wanling groaned slightly, and then a smile overflowed at the corner of her mouth, "Let's call it Shuiyue Aya." ”

As she spoke, she held the blue silk with one hand, and gently flipped her wrist with the other, and the jade bracelet slid through, making the small piece of wrist delicate and white.

*

"Dad, mother!"

In front of the gate of the Song family, Song Wanling turned around and shouted in a slurch.

In front of the door, her parents looked at her with smiles, and the other Zhuji elders of the family were beside her.

As for the seven children who were also going to set off together, they were all standing aside.

Some of their parents were also elders, while others had low status and only stood by the door and watched them.

On such a big day, I don't dare to do anything else even if I am reluctant in my heart.

What's more, the excitement and longing in my heart outweigh the uneasiness of leaving my hometown.

"Don't be a child, you are the most advanced in cultivation, although you are the youngest, you should set an example for the clansmen.

And don't go back to Qingyuan City without building a foundation. ”

Mother Song didn't speak, just looked at her daughter tightly, her eyes slightly red.

She is still more worried about her daughter than reluctant, believing in her cultivation and her heart.

But the mother of the child Xing Qianli is worried, the world of cultivation is complicated and there are countless killings, how can she put her mind at ease.

Father Song was much calmer.

"My daughter understands that she will be cautious and diligent in her cultivation when she goes, and she will not dare to slack off, and her father and mother must also take care!"

Song Wanling raised her arms high, bowed, and her choked throat was muffled by a clear voice.

The voice fell, and he finally took a deep look at his parents in front of the door, turned around, and walked faster and faster.

The skirt is fluttering, the eyes are firm, and there is an indomitable momentum.

Feeling the loving eyes following behind her, although she was reluctant, her pace never slowed down.

After a stick of incense, it was as if a white cloud flowed to cover the sunlight above Qingyuan City.

But then the bright sunlight passed through the clouds again, and it was the cloud boat that had already flown out of Qingyuan City.

Yunzhou sent back to the other side of the vast forest, which was far away and only half a day for the monk.

Qingyuan City is not small.

But Song Wanling looked at the vast area under Yunzhou, the walls were high and deep, and there were many large cities with a majestic aura.

Still before entering, he was shocked by the heavy breath, and the little sorrow of leaving his hometown was minimized in this stirring mood.

Yunzhou landed smoothly, and the disciples of the Linghe Sect took the lead in flying out.

The selected disciples each carried their spiritual power, or staggered, or steady, or vigorously, and jumped down from the tall cloud boat.

Then quickly line up.

I saw that this vast square was already lined up in columns like a sea of people, and there were several Linghe sect disciples in front of each team.

They would join together, give an order, and lead the many teams towards the center of the city.

In the center of the city, however, there are no palaces or palaces connected by towering pavilions, but the scenery is becoming more and more secluded.

The lush trees seemed to rise abruptly in front of me, and I saw that through the woods I was about to climb over the mountains.

Ascend from the foot of the emerald mountain.

Even if they were monks with their own cultivation, they were panting and their cheeks were flushed in the steeper and steeper mountain paths.

"How long do we have to walk?"

Song Wanhe carefully looked at the monks from various cities around her, and did not see the disciples of the Linghe Sect, so she shook her sleeves and rubbed her forehead rudely.

"Hold on a little longer, and after crossing the steep mountain road, you will begin the final test of the thousand-step ladder.

Thinking about the smooth cultivation in the future, you have to grit your teeth and stick to it no matter what! ”

Song Wan's spiritual cultivation is much more advanced, and she is a little tired at this time, but her breath is still stable.

The seven Song disciples were not far from her, supporting each other, gritting their teeth and nodding fiercely.

"I'm dying!"

A female disciple cried out, "I really can't crawl anymore, my feet are worn out, and it hurts."

There's no time set, let's rest for a while! ”

A man looked at Song Wanling, who had turned around, and said with a sweaty voice:

"Yes, let's adjust on the spot for a while, the thousand-step ladder is the most important, we have to maintain physical strength and energy!"

Song Wanling frowned, and looked at the other clansmen with a look of recognition.

Seeing that everyone's faces were abnormally red, she was about to take a step back and let them rest for a while, when her heart was shocked, and she lost color and said:

"That's not right!

We are all monks, no matter how rugged this mountain road is, it has its own aura to operate, why is it that it only climbs for half a day, and it is so tired that we can't wait to fall down.

This is not normal! ”

The clansmen who had already sat on the ground looked at each other, subconsciously got up, their legs were trembling, and they didn't dare to sit down again.

It's still okay to run the spiritual power, but it's quite obscure, and the aura around you is also thin.

Looking at the clansmen who were all about to cry, Song Wanling's heart was wiped away with a few traces of panic, and she said calmly:

"It's not advisable to stay put, you help each other, I'm exploring the way in front and everyone follows in my footsteps.

I don't know if there are other seniors watching around here, or it's better to be cautious and don't stop! ”

Although others are still a little puzzled, Song Wanling still has prestige, and everyone is not afraid of her on weekdays.

But she put on a serious demeanor and didn't dare to ignore it.

The female disciples who couldn't stand it the most just now were all red-eyed, gritted their teeth and grabbed their companion's hands tightly, and climbed up step by step.

The group didn't go far, and the mountain road in front of them was winding, mostly hidden behind the stone cliffs.

In some places, you even have to turn sideways to pass, and there are thousands of deep cliffs on the side.

The aura became thinner and thinner, and some monks couldn't hold it anymore, and after witnessing one of their companions' feet slipping and falling, they meditated on the spot.

But the spiritual power did not recover at all, but the sky became darker and darker.

Although there is no indication that there is a time limit, everyone has a score in mind.

But no one knows if there will be rescue below, and if they fall, they will die.

The most fundamental thing for a monk is the spiritual power in his body, even if he knows that this is the realm of the spirit and faction, there is no external danger.

But I still can't stand the weakness of my body, like a mortal.

As a result, more and more monks began to meditate cross-legged on the ground.

The monks, who had been gritting their teeth, also began to find themselves in a dilemma.

At this moment, a sharp voice spread throughout the entire mountain, "Those who have not reached the top of the mountain before the time will be eliminated!" ”

The embarrassed monks looked shocked, some of them were already struggling to run their aura, and then reversed, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and they were actually injured internally.

Seeing this, the others hurriedly got up and rushed forward, but in this hurry, their bodies slipped uncontrollably and fell into the cliff, and there were screams.

Then the sound dissipated.

People were panicking, and everyone was not sure if they would survive the fall.

This is the introductory trial of the Spirit and Sect, where no one will be held accountable if they die.

At the insistence of Song Wanling, the children of the Song family are now walking in the middle and front of the team, helping each other, and there is still some spare strength.

When they heard this, they had to speed up one by one.

Song Wanling immediately stopped them, but she still maintained her current steady pace.

Everyone had wooden sticks in their hands, sweating profusely, and they smelled of sweat, and there was no more chic and elegant image of monks on weekdays.

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