Ling Yu had entered the Extreme Cold Desperate Realm when he was in Mizusawa Divine City before, and there was also a sealing gate similar to the Sumeru space. It's just that when I was in the snowy region, there was a slight stagnation in the extremely cold and desperate realm, like a person drowning in water. However, the boundary gate of this Sumeru space did not have that slight feeling of squeezing and pulling, as if it was passing through a layer of slightly viscous air, and before Ling Yu could savor it, he had already entered it. There seemed to be an invisible suction force in the boundary gate, so that Ling Yu and the others didn't have time to react at all.

Ling Yu felt that the sky was spinning for a while, although there was only a brief breath, but Ling Yu seemed to see the vast sea of stars, time flowing, and the feeling of traveling through time and space made him have to close his eyes tightly to resist the sudden dizziness. Although it was only a short step from the Shenwu Academy to enter the Sumeru space, this short step was like trekking thousands of rivers and mountains. Even Ling Yu had the illusion that the distance from entering the Sumeru space was enough for him to fly back to the Northern Regions from Zhongzhou, and at this time, Ling Yu finally realized what it was like to be in an instant.

Shi Chen beside him also put his palms together, and his face was pale. Unlike Ling Yu, it was the first time for Shi Chen to experience such an exciting teleportation journey, and it was normal for him to be a little timid. Although his Dharma is profound, his experience is far inferior to Ling Yu's.

When Ling Yu opened his eyes again, he was now firmly on the ground, and the down-to-earth feeling made him and Shi Chen feel like they were reborn. After landing, Ling Yu recalled the feelings just now, and felt that the journey of stepping into the Sumeru space was comparable to walking through the turbulence of time and space. This strange and true idea made Ling Yu have a bold guess, perhaps, they were not passing through the realm gate just now, but stepping on a special teleportation array. They travel through the stars, through time. Chinese network update fastest Mobile:://

Ling Yu raised her head and looked around. Although it is now called Sumeru Space, it is no different from the outside world. The green mountains and green waters, the sun, the moon and the stars, and even the richness of the aura are the same as those of the Shenwu Academy. At this time, they were gathering at the foot of a towering mountain, and where they stopped, there was a bluestone platform that was even wider than Shenwu Terrace. It's just that the stone platform seems to have experienced tens of thousands of years of wind and frost baptism, giving people a long-lasting artistic conception. It seems that this stone platform should have been built by the first generation of courtyard masters, and it has been some years ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since everyone has come to the Sumeru space, I would like to introduce you to this place. I don't know when, Jing Yi also entered the Sumeru space, he stood on a huge bluestone in front of everyone, his hands were pressed, and he said loudly.

"Although the Sumeru space is a world of its own, it is no different from the Huaxia Big 6. Here is also divided into day and night, fixed at four o'clock, there are mountains and rivers, all things and stars. If I had to say that it was different, it might be the degree of time passing. You are all cultivators, and you should know that there are nine Jedi in Huaxia Da 6, which are called the Nine Desolations. Although the Nine Desolations are inaccessible and dangerous, they have also given rise to various opportunities. Especially in the time of the Nine Desolations, it is different from the reality of Big 6. The degree of time passing in the Nine Desolations is twice that of the real world, that is to say, the time you spend a year in the Nine Desolations is equivalent to half a year of cultivation in the real world, which is a natural place for us cultivators. Although the Sumeru space is not the Nine Desolations, it is an existence that can be compared to the Nine Desolations, and even stronger than the Nine Desolations in the passage of time. Three years of practice here is equivalent to one year of practice in the real world. Of course, this multiplier is not endless for us. We can only stay here for a maximum of five years, and once the five years have passed, the effect of the multiplier will no longer have any effect on us. Moreover, there is a special time for the opening of the Sumeru space. The reason why I chose to conduct the assessment today is because in a month, there will be another time for the Sumeru space to open. Therefore, I ask that no matter what happens to you, you must meet here in a month's time, otherwise you will be trapped here and will not be able to get out for the rest of your life. Jing Yi's eyes were like lightning, and he swept over everyone one by one and said loudly.

Hearing Jing Yi's words, Ling Yu nodded secretly, this place was really close to what he had guessed, it was an existence similar to the Extremely Cold Desperate Realm. Known as the Cold Jedi, the Extreme Cold Desperate Realm is one of the Nine Desolations, and the left leg of the ambush is found in the Bronze Ancient Hall of the Extremely Cold Jedi.

"Now, we will conduct the first item of the assessment, which will test everyone's divine sense. After Jing Yi finished speaking, he nodded at the four old men on the left. The four old men understood and walked in front of everyone. All four of them were white, and they looked to be at least hundreds of years old.

"They are the four elders of my Divine Martial Academy, and they will test everyone's divine sense. Later they will attack you with their senses, and I hope you will take it seriously. Jing Yi said loudly with a serious expression.

After Jing Yi finished speaking, the four old men glanced at each other. Then, I saw them slowly rising into the air like dancing cranes. Each person occupies a corner of the bluestone platform, which surrounds everyone in a square shape. When they rose to a height of about ten zhang, they stopped, and the four old men hung quietly above the sky. Ling Yu had heard Gu Xuan mention that these four old men were all sub-saints, that is to say, they all had the cultivation of asking about the state of mind. Although they had known about it before, the action of the four of them standing in the air still shocked Ling Yu.

"Friends, be careful!" reminded the old man in the east. There was a Taoist voice in his words, and although he was far away from everyone, the place where his voice passed was clear to everyone. Hearing his reminder, everyone ran the exercises one after another and waited for them.

At this moment, the four old men let out a loud roar at the same time, and even everyone could vaguely see that there were sound waves floating down from the sky like water ripples. The sound waves rippled in the air, enveloping the entire stone platform, and thousands of people were within the range of the sound waves. 噺8.(1)祌文全文快速んττρs:/м.χ八(一)zщ.còм/

Ling Yu and Shi Chen didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly meditated cross-legged, each running exercises to resist the invasion of sound waves. When the sound wave fell, even the grass and trees on the edge of the stone platform tilted outwards one after another, which showed the high means of these four old men.

The sound waves fell on the top of the people's heads, carried down the people's silk to their scalps, and then drilled into the brains of the people, attacking their sea of consciousness. People feel like they are pressing a thousand pounds of boulders on their heads, and their scalps are numb. Some cultivators who were still young in cultivation even began to tremble and fidget. Because at this time, the sound waves had already accompanied the power of the four old men's divine consciousness to attack their sea of consciousness, and many people had already broken out in a sweat, and various nightmares appeared in their minds, lingering.

"It's just the first round of attacks, and if you can't bear it, you can choose to leave at any time. Don't be reckless, the Divine Sense attack is different from flesh-and-blood combat, and the damage it causes to you is difficult to heal, so I hope you will do it yourself. Jing Yi kindly reminded.

As soon as Jing Yi's words fell, the four old men stopped attacking one after another, giving everyone time to take a break, and by the way, waiting for the cultivators who had given up to leave on their own. Although the four old men were examiners, they were kind-hearted and didn't want the cultivators to be hurt because of the assessment.

At this moment, about fifty cultivators struggled to their feet, as if they had collapsed, and they were exhausted, and they walked towards the edge of the stone platform with their arms in pairs. Although they are reluctant, they also know that this is not something they can participate in.

Until no one left, the four old men nodded to each other. The old man in the east spoke again: "The next attack will be even more rapid than before, if you can't bear it, you can still leave at any time." Although cultivators compete with heaven and earth for opportunities, sometimes they also have to uphold some luck. It's not terrible to fail, and it's not a shame to fail the assessment, but if you lose your life because of an assessment, it's worth the loss. Remember, as long as you live, there are endless possibilities. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly and began the second round of attacks. This round of attacks was more than one level higher than the first round in terms of scope and degree, and the four directions simultaneously emitted heavy and violent sound waves towards the platform, continuous and powerful. Although the sound waves spread down from different directions, each accent wave accurately enveloped the crowd. Even, the sound waves scattered by each old man have a different color. Whether it's pitch black, or red, or sky blue, or gold, the sound waves of different colors bring different feelings.

Ling Yu sat upright on the platform, feeling the power of divine consciousness that was constantly rippling from the sky. About a fifth of an hour later, Ling Yu suddenly had a glimmer of realization, because he felt something different in this layer of sound waves.

The pitch-black divine consciousness attack was accompanied by gusts of yin wind, like the evil ghosts of the Netherworld roaring violently, which made people creepy, and Ling Yu seemed to see the evil spirits in his eyes devouring the flesh and bones of the cultivators. The crimson Divine Sense attack made Ling Yu feel as if he was in the midst of a desolate beast, and all the fierce beasts around him with powerful cultivation had red eyes, their sharp teeth flashing with cold light, and they were fiercely pressing towards him. With every step the beasts took, the earth trembled. The azure divine consciousness attack was mixed with bursts of Dao sounds, as if there was a martial arts master stepping on auspicious clouds, standing proudly above Qiongyu. They each held immortal soldiers in their hands and killed themselves. And the golden light flashed in the Dao sound, Ling Yu seemed to see the gods and Buddhas chanting and chanting, as if he wanted to save himself. Suddenly, the ghosts wailed, the giant beasts roared, the immortal soldiers persecuted, and the Sanskrit sound lingered.

Ling Yu hugged Yuan Shouyi, his spirit was concentrating, and he used the Falling Immortal Technique to force himself to calm down. And keep saying to yourself that this is an illusion. At this time, he was already drenched, the dragon blood inheritance seemed to be stimulated, and he passively awakened, and pieces of dragon scales surrounded Ling Yu's body, protecting Ling Yu's mind. At the same time, a drop of golden essence blood wandered out of Ling Yu's heart vein, rushed into Ling Yu's sea of knowledge, and held up a golden shield around the sea of knowledge to resist the attack of the four-color divine sense.

The four old men in the sky, Jing Yi and the others saw the dragon scales around Ling Yu and whispered in a low voice. Among those present, everyone had their own way of resisting the attacks of the divine consciousness. For example, a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old was covered in eight copper coins. There was also a rugged man, who conjured a giant sword above his head and kept circling. Even Tang Jinxuan flew out of the Baihui Acupoint with a divine phoenix to block the attacks of the old men's divine sense. And Ling Yu was just more special, his state made Jing Yi frown slightly, and he thought for a while.

At this time, among the people who participated in the assessment, there were seventy people who chose to give up because they could not resist the attack of the vast divine sense. The least injured of them was sweating profusely, while the seriously injured cultivator was already bleeding from his seven orifices and his consciousness was gradually blurred.

Seeing this scene, Jing Yi hurriedly nodded at the old woman behind him. The old woman was the last person to stay outside the Sumeru space, and when she saw Jing Yi's anxious eyes, she hurriedly danced her hands lightly, and a cloud of white light rose in her palm, flying into the crowd. As if spiritual, those rays of light floated to the injured cultivators, slowly lifting their bodies and moving them out of the range of the divine sense's attack. When the cultivators returned safely, the old woman moved her hands together, as if she was healing them. It seems that this old woman should be a holy hand of medicine. With the old woman's movements, the injured cultivator's breathing gradually became stable, and his face began to be rosy. Seeing that they were no longer in trouble, Jing Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After about a cup of tea, the four old men finally withdrew the power of their divine sense. As they withdrew the exercises, the fantasies that appeared in everyone's minds gradually disappeared. The cultivators who had gone through the confrontation of the divine consciousness seemed to have experienced a great battle, and they were exhausted and showed a state of collapse.

"Everyone, now you only have a quarter of an hour to rest, and after a quarter of an hour, there is still the last round of divine consciousness attacks, I hope you will prepare well!" The old man in the east stroked his white beard and said indifferently.

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