The dark bamboo waved its sleeves, and a stream of light shuttled in, and finally, it turned into a mark, and in an instant, it flew towards everyone, each mark was far away, and it would point to the monks with the same mark, and it was the cultivation of the mark that was fighting.

At the center of Mu Hao's eyebrows, there was a mark flickering, he looked up, among the people, there was a person, just like him, with that strange mark, he wanted to fight against the cultivator, it was a female cultivator, her eyebrows were clear, and even in her eyes, there was disdain, looking at Mu Hao.

The others also found their own cultivation of battle, and after looking at each other, they weighed it and thought about countermeasures, three thousand monks, only one hundred disciples were recruited, this kind of system was undoubtedly cruel for the vast majority of monks.

Even if he has potential, even if he has the persistence that other disciples don't have, he still can't get in, all he needs is the hundred places, if he has a fate, maybe he will be favored by the elders and become an elder disciple, and his identity is above the inner door.

But the probability of this matter is almost none, so this time, everyone will not stay, and entering the Tianyin Sect is not necessarily the only way, but once he enters, then his path will undoubtedly be much wider, and the greater the potential he can have.

Everyone, after passing through the Gate of Trials and the Tianyin Bridge, was extremely yearning for this Tianyin Sect, and even more so when they saw the yearning of this trial platform, it was even stronger.

The seven people behind the dark bamboo, turned into seven rainbow lights, and fell in the sky, on the picture scroll trial platform, everyone, all of them slapped a palm, the space above it, violently shattered, and then, layer by layer of ripples, that was a quaint trial platform, at this moment, sent out a slight blank.

This light is not strong, but on the trial platform, the mountains and rivers depicted, and the beasts depicted, at this moment, seem to have life, and at this moment, it is a ...... A real picture.

"The Proving Bench, open..."

Youzhu stepped out, and when he appeared, he landed on the chest of one of the statues, where there was a platform, and this place was the best place to observe the disciples' fighting methods.

Even after the words of the Youzhu came out, among the nine peaks, many disciples raised their heads one after another, looking here, some of them rushed to the scene, on weekdays, this trial platform will not be open, every time it opens, it is the most lively.

After a short time, many disciples came, most of them to see the level of the new members, and if they had amazing qualifications, they could also make friends.

In the midst of this million mountains, in the place that is not too far away, there is a cave mansion, although this cave mansion is simple, but no disciple dares to disturb it, in that cave mansion, there is a person, when the words of the bamboo are heard, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils are naturally different, one red and one blue, this person calls himself Leng Pupil, the last time the disciples of the Tianyin Sect were recruited, Leng Tong won the championship, and was favored by Elder Fang Duan and accepted as an elder disciple, which shocked all directions, and also made the name of Leng Pupil gradually spread among these disciples.

His musical talent is indeed terrifying, the Tianyin Sect has the Lord of the Nine Peaks, and there are eighteen elders, and he can become an elder disciple, unless he has amazing talent or great potential, it is almost hopeless.

"Shizun just went out, I don't know what happened, recruiting disciples here, it's a bunch of waste, Tianyin Sect, it's just that..."Leng Tong muttered, and after that, he closed his eyes and didn't care about the recruitment.

The trial platform was opened in the eyes of the public, because the trial platform was too large, it was divided into eight trials, the winner came out, the loser retreated, and after a while, the mark on Mu Hao's eyebrows flickered, and his figure flickered and appeared in the trial platform.

Similarly, there was also a monk who landed on the trial platform when he appeared, and it was the monk that Mu Hao had seen before, and a ray of light enveloped the place, dividing Mu Hao and the two into a battlefield.

The fluctuation of the fighting method cannot be transmitted.

"Challenger, Xu Baocai" The monk clenched his fists and said to Mu Hao, this person was a little fat, and when he smiled, his face trembled.

"Challenger, walk alone at night..."

Mu Hao smiled, and in an instant, the Tiankong flute appeared in his hand, the appearance of this flute was no longer the same as before, and Mu Hao erased the original color with special materials, so that when people looked at it, this flute had nothing special except for being simple.

In these three months, Mu Hao made some preparations for coming to Tianyin Sect, if the Heavenly Flute was seen, then it would probably be a disaster, so he spent some time to change the appearance of the flute.

That Xu Baocai smiled, a strange leaf appeared in his hand, this leaf was like a willow leaf, there were several holes on it, after the leaf was taken out, Xu Baocai flicked his fingers, and when the leaf vibrate, a strange rhythm was emitted, just for an instant, it enveloped this battlefield.

The rhythm was weird, and when Mu Hao heard it, even the operation of cultivation slowed down a little, his face was solemn, his lips were lightly opened, and in the same way, there was a rhythm coming out.

Around Mu Hao, there were sound blades, attacking towards Xu Baocai, this is the condensation of sound and transformation, his music and rhythm attainments are only three heavenly sounds, and he has the control of the heavenly flute, Mu Hao thinks that his music and rhythm attainments are at a disadvantage among these three thousand people.

That Xu Baocai's face was solemn, and a sound blade might not care about it, but the sound blade that was overwhelming in all directions made him have a headache, and in an instant, he played the strange leaves.

It was no longer playing, but blowing, at the same time, Mu Hao's body shook, his sight, in the field of this rhythm, gradually blurred, suddenly, a little distorted, in this distortion, the rhythm poured in, gradually, in Mu Hao's sea of knowledge, there were pictures of the past, these pictures are all themselves, they don't want to be mentioned, hidden in the bottom of their hearts, at this moment, they exploded.

He saw that when he was in the Heavenly Array Sect, in the blood-colored sky, the three envoys of the sun, moon and stars turned into a catastrophe of the Heavenly Array Sect, with a mortal blow, and bombarded Mu Hao, at that critical moment, a petite figure jumped lightly, stepped on the stone pillar, and blocked in front of Mu Hao with his strength, and said Yin Ting's words if there is an afterlife, and be you.

The corners of Mu Hao's eyes couldn't help but overflow with tears, these things, he didn't want to think about them, at this moment, the speed of his blowing was much slower than before, that Xu Baocai saw this, showing joy, his musical attainments, already half a foot, stepped into the fourth layer, at this moment looked at Mu Hao, playing more urgently.

The picture turned, turned into the days with Mengqi, fled for a year, and finally, in the mountains and forests, met the griffin, forced that Mengqi to reveal his identity, leaving Qingyu, reluctant to leave.

It was also that time, with a pair of white hair, turned into the coldness of the remnant winter, in his bones, there was a desire to kill, and more demons came, although he was purified, but that time, it was also a change of heart, just like his hair, from spring to winter.

In the end, Mu Hao saw that Yin Ting was taken away by a group of virtuous cultivators, and he had no choice but to look at it silently.

Seeing this, Xu Baocai played faster, and one after another, in that space distortion, poured into Mu Hao's divine consciousness, evoking the past that he didn't want to mention.

Mu Hao closed his eyes, in this illusion, it was difficult to get out, not that he couldn't get out, but Mu Hao, because of guilt in his heart, he didn't want to stop, the picture was still transformed, and finally, in Mu Hao's sea of knowledge, there was a sigh, which came out violently.

"That's enough, I don't want to mention these pasts, but it doesn't mean that I can give it up, let alone borrow your hand to evoke memories..."

At the same time, on the seventh peak, all the war beasts roared at this moment, and the roar was only loud, because of the sound of the rhythm, it was earth-shattering, so that the disciples of the entire seventh peak were shocked, and several figures walked out of the void, looking for the source of the war beast riot.

But in just an instant, Mu Hao frowned, and his divine sense suddenly dispersed, so that the sound did not come out of the battlefield, this heavenly flute, for the demon beast, is a natural enemy.

Seeing this, Xu Baocai was shocked in his heart, his musical attainments were close to the fourfold heavenly sounds, and it was precisely because of this that he could disturb his mind, although it was not as good as the complete fourfold heavenly sounds, it was comparable to the triple heavenly sounds, but it was much stronger, it was no longer an external attack, and the fourth heavenly sound could be said to be aimed at ...... Divine Consciousness.

It can affect its mind, thus collapsing the Dao heart, and the rhythm attack is everywhere, like a sound penetrating a wall, even if there is a magic weapon to resist, it is still difficult to prevent.

It's a pity that Mu Hao's body has a Bodhi staff, and in order to resist the attacks of will, it is very popular with the Bodhi staff over the years, faintly, a soul is about to be born, and Mu Hao has long been aware of this, but he can't feel any fluctuations.

"The Seventh Peak War Beast is rioting, the remaining disciples, go and appease the War Beast..."

The middle-aged man frowned, and subconsciously looked at Mu Hao, but he didn't see the clue, after all, it was not trivial to be able to cause a riot among the entire Seventh Peak War Beasts.

Among the onlookers, many of them left to appease the war beasts, and most of the rest were suspicious, three thousand monks were difficult to compare in a short time, even if it was eight battlefields, it would take some time.

That Xu Baocai's face was solemn, and the speed of the blowing was faster, but no matter what, it couldn't affect Mu Hao's mind, for Mu Hao, he was surprised, and the sound blades, with the intent of killing, shot towards that Xu Baocai overwhelmingly.

When Xu Baocai was shocked, he took a step back and stopped playing, but this stop, the sound blade was faster, and in the end, he had to admit defeat, he knew that this game was lost in carelessness.

Mu Hao didn't know that in the crowd of onlookers, there was a figure in the crowded place, who was silently looking at Mu Hao, and after seeing Mu Hao win, he couldn't help frowning.

The person who watched was Mu Shan, Mu Shan at this moment, not much the same as before, with a sense of vicissitudes in his eyebrows, and his figure was still the same, but when he looked at it, it was a little weird.

This book was first published in the King of Books