The ten-meter-tall blood-colored boulder flickered and dimmed, mixing a hint of red in the soft light of the entire hall.

The Clan of Xu, that is, the patriarch of the Divine Dog Clan, was standing in front of the huge blood-colored boulder at this time.

She looked to be about thirty years of age, tall and dignified, and her magnificent black robes stood out in the bright halls, with intricate patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads, which also flickered in a faint red light.

In the light, her spotless face flickered with the red light, although the red light was demonic, but on her face, it was a holy color.

"Hello young people, I am your patriarch, Bai Ling. She took two steps forward and then stopped, "Welcome here." ”

"This is the core area of the ancestral land, the Inheritance Hall, where many young people receive tests every year to become cultivators. ”

"Today, you will also be here to test your spiritual talents. ”

"This place, the Hall of Inheritance, is where you change your fate. ”

"I want each of you to be ......" she stopped abruptly at this point.

After more than ten seconds, I saw Bai Ling quickly turn her head and whisper to an older middle-aged man standing not far from her, "What's the next word?"

The middle-aged man wearing a gray elder's robe and a gray beard looked majestic and solemn, but at this moment, his face was suffocated into the color of pig liver: "...... Become a practitioner and fight for everyone in your clan and for the glory of your clan for the rest of your life!"

"Oh, yes. She immediately turned her head and showed that holy look again: "I hope that each of you can become a cultivator and fight for everyone in the clan and for the glory of the clan for the rest of your life!"

Around the hall, several soldiers silently turned around, pretending to observe the cobwebs that didn't exist on the walls.

The teenagers standing not far away also lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Some of them touched their noses in embarrassment, and some of them were so embarrassed that they immediately dug a hole in the sturdy floor and buried themselves in it.

...... The patriarch pretended to be embarrassed to be a little .jpg brother.

...... This divine dog tribe lacks a heart, and it turns out to be in the same line......

Han Wei stood in the crowd, also lowering his head and touching his nose in embarrassment, but his embarrassment didn't last long, and the patriarch's voice rang out again.

I only heard the patriarch cough lightly, and the gentle and indifferent voice sounded again.

"Ahem...... All in all, this Heavenly Demon Siege is a life-and-death crisis for our tribe and even the entire Nuwa Race, I hope that every young person who tests his cultivation talent will work hard to cultivate, and if you kill one more Heavenly Demon, it may be to save the next or even more lives!"

Bai Hua looked at these teenagers and nodded to a soldier next to him: "Let's start." ”

A soldier walked up and shouted to the boys, "Every group of five, come forward and touch the relics of the demon god!"

Under the command of the soldiers, the teenagers, in groups of five, walked under the red boulder and pressed their hands on the red boulder.

Han Wei was surprised to see that their bodies emitted a faint, light and dark red light!

Another elderly elder beside Patriarch Bai Ling stood beside the boulder, staring closely at the young men who glowed red with a shimmer of red on their bodies.

If the light on those teenagers was dim, he would shake his head in disappointment: "Yellow-level talent. At this point, a soldier will record it.

If there was a brighter light on their bodies, the old elder's eyes would also brighten: "Xuan-level talent!"

But there are also teenagers who have no light at all, and he shakes his head in disappointment, and a soldier comes up and drags the boy away—usually with a cry of disappointment.

Han Wei looked at what was happening in front of the boulder, and at the same time, he also searched in his mind for memories of this incident - in this other world, the height to which each cultivator can finally cultivate is determined by talent.

The intensity of cultivation, from the strongest to the weakest, is from the first rank to the ninth grade. The corresponding cultivation talents are named after the universe desolation and the heaven and earth Xuanhuang, with the highest level and the lowest yellow level.

But for some reason, in the last few hundred years, the talent of cultivators has been getting lower and lower from generation to generation.

In Han Wei's father's generation, there were also wilderness-level and heaven-level talents born, but in the past few years of Han Wei's generation, not to mention the heaven-level, even the earth-level has become less and less.

"Yellow level, next. ”

"Yellow level, next. ”

"No grade, send him out. ”

“...... This kid is good, Xuan-level, come on, cultivate well. The elder patted the slender young man with the Xuan-level talent on the shoulder encouragingly, and sighed slightly without revealing himself.

Don't you even have a prefecture level......

Relying on them, how could they win the war with the Heavenly Demons......

With a look of deep concern, the old elder glanced at the patriarch standing not far away. Patriarch Bai Lingjiao's face was expressionless, but in fact, he was carrying out intense psychological activities in his heart.

Whatever the talent of these children, they must be activated...... The inheritance of the Divine Dog Tribe cannot be broken here!

It's a pity that there hasn't been a demon god inheritor for many years, otherwise......

Bai Ling shook his head and drove out all kinds of cranky thoughts in his mind: "Hurry up, it's the defenders of White Star City who are buying time for us!"

The older elder nodded and shouted at the teenagers, "Hurry up!"

The teenagers' movements increased significantly.

However, a few hours passed, and among these hundreds of teenagers, the most talented ones were still only at the Xuan level—not even a single earth level, let alone a heaven level.

As the minutes passed, more and more teenagers tested their talents.

The face of joy when he measured the Xuan-level talent - this means that he belongs to the most promising wave of people in the clan.

And those who have measured the yellow-level talent are not upset—it's already good to be able to become a cultivator, so what more do you want?

And more of them, they have no talent for cultivation, so they can only look gloomy, crying and following the soldiers to the elevator - they are going to return to their families, or pick up the magic gun and become a member of the ordinary soldiers.

When the soldier walked to the entrance of the elevator with the ungifted teenagers, the door of the elevator opened.

In the elevator, a herald with broken armor and blood stained on his body staggered out and ran quickly into the inheritance hall.

He ran to the patriarch and whispered something to him.

Han Wei was far away, and he only vaguely heard a few words such as "entered the city" and "street fighting", and he couldn't hear it clearly.

After listening to the herald's words, the patriarch's face changed.

She walked a few steps quickly, came to a large screen on the wall, poked the screen, and a picture came out of the huge screen, which seemed to be the monitoring screen from a certain angle in this ancient Heavenly Demon Ruins.

She poked the screen more than a dozen times in a row, and muttered "change the channel, change the channel...... There you have it, it's this. ”

Bai Ling's behavior of "changing the channel" stopped, and on the big screen in front of him, a picture of the valley outside the ancestral land appeared.

Looking at it from the big screen, in the valley, the long line of ordinary people was almost finished, and thousands of soldiers from White Star City were busy.

To Han Wei's surprise, they were busy building fortifications in the valley! Why were they building fortifications in the valley?

Thinking of the huge ancient Heavenly Demon ruins that were large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, Han Wei seemed to understand a little bit of the arrangement of the patriarchs and elders.

Compared to the messy White Star City, this sturdy and huge ancient Heavenly Demon Ruins is more suitable for being used as a fortification!

It seems that the clan is planning to concentrate effective forces and use the valley and ancient ruins to snipe the Heavenly Demons more effectively......

Han Wei didn't understand war either, and it was already good to be able to see this level, but as for whether this strategy was good or bad, he couldn't say.

Suddenly, he looked at a corner of the big screen, and his pupils shrank.

In one corner of the valley, there were many people carrying stretchers, and from the direction of White Star City, many wounded soldiers were brought back.

White Star City, can't you hold it so soon......