The Holy Realm.

Chen Ci was standing on the treetops, looking at this endless small world.

Unlike those scattered cultivators who were riddled with evil thoughts, Chen Ci was just a very, very ordinary casual cultivator, who once lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and even cut off contact with the circle of monks.

The reason why he was able to learn about the holding of this water and land puja and finally came to participate in it was only because he had just completed a breakthrough some time ago, from an ordinary Dharma Realm monk to an ordinary Dan Realm monk!

After condensing into a human pill, he could finally defy gravity and walk in the air.

So as soon as he was happy, he flew out of the mountain, and happened to meet a passing Sanxiu, so he chatted with the Sanxiu for a few words, and they talked about this water and land puja.

For him, this is really a great opportunity!

Just because of that chance out of the mountain, a chance encounter, and a chance to come here, he was actually accepted as a disciple by a saint who could open up a small world!

Although he also knew in his heart that this kind of disciple who had received nearly a thousand people at one time should be the most worthless kind of outer disciple, he was already very satisfied.

And after entering this holy realm, that satisfaction is even greater!

Not to mention the abundance of spiritual energy in this holy realm, it almost made him mistakenly think that he had been living in the spiritual qi desert, and compared this holy realm with the Buddha country in the heart of the Buddha...... Judge from above!

"This sage master, it is really a few levels higher than the power to go to the Buddha!"

Chen Ci admired in his heart, and couldn't help but recall a small test he encountered when he first entered here.

It was really just a small test, and it should have been a small test set by the saint to understand the disciples.

- he thought.

Because the whole thing about that test is just a small matter.

"Do you have a clear conscience?"

......

Of course...... It is impossible to have a clear conscience!

In this life, more or less, there are always one or two things that make you regret, how can you have a clear conscience?

After receiving that question, Chen Ci only thought about it for a moment and then answered.

Then, he naturally appeared on the land of this holy realm.

There were also many loose cultivators who didn't know him before, and those scattered cultivators also showed the same ecstasy as him after observing this holy realm.

Obviously, they all thought that the decision to apprentice was not wrong.

Then, the cliché who had no idea what was going on outside was the other casual ...... No, they should all be brothers now, although they haven't been ranked yet.

Like the other senior brothers, he flew into the air, trying to overlook the whole picture of this holy realm from a high place.

And then there's the present.

He found that this holy realm was so big that he couldn't see the boundary at all!

And above the sky, there are even white clouds, and on the earth, there are countless fresh lives!

Every time this happens, Chen Ci can't help but think of the Buddha country in his heart again, and then sigh again in his heart: "This master is really right!"

The only thing that made him a little uneasy was that after they entered this holy realm, the saint who was the master never appeared.

"Is there something going on outside, why doesn't the saint come out to see us?"

Some people gradually became confused.

The small area they were in was gradually enveloped in unease.

It's actually normal to have uneasiness.

Because after all, this is the small world of the saints, the world controlled by the saints.

When I think about it carefully, they who take the initiative to enter the small world are equivalent to taking the initiative to enter the palm of the saint, and once the saint has any bad intentions, then these scattered cultivators can only let their flesh and drink.

So there is always a little bit of uneasiness before you have faith in the saints.

......

It seems that feeling the uneasiness of the scattered cultivators, the saint finally appeared, but it was not the little bald head of the holy fetus, but the primordial infant of Luo Wen in the holy realm.

Yuan Ying's face was different from that of the Holy Fetus, and the cultivators were still a little confused at first, but when Luo Wen spoke, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that this was a saint!

Luo Wen floated high in the air and stretched out his hand a little, so that the forehead mark of each loose cultivator was sensitive, and those scattered cultivators looked up at him in unison.

He waited for everyone's eyes to gather before he said, "From now on, you will be my disciples." I am a saint, and my disciples are saints' disciples. Your forehead mark represents discipleship. ”

Hearing this, Chen Ci couldn't help but wipe it on his forehead, but he didn't feel anything, but he could sense that something was there, so he stretched out his hand and drew a mirror spell in the air, and sure enough, he saw a faint golden mark on his forehead in the mirror.

Most of the other monks were like this, and they couldn't help but wonder what use this mark was, and whether it would have a binding effect?

Rowan added: "Having the mark of a saint is equivalent to being sheltered by me. The deeper the saint imprint, the deeper the connection with me, through which I sense your position and general thoughts. ”

Hearing this, the nearly 1,000 scattered cultivators were in an uproar.

"Isn't sensing position and thinking a bondage in disguise? After becoming a disciple of a saint, should he be deprived of his freedom? Then this disciple of a saint should not be...... It's still going to be done!"

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It seems that feeling the uneasiness of the scattered cultivators, the saint finally appeared, but it was not the little bald head of the holy fetus, but the primordial infant of Luo Wen in the holy realm.

Yuan Ying's face was different from that of the Holy Fetus, and the cultivators were still a little confused at first, but when Luo Wen spoke, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that this was a saint!

Luo Wen floated high in the air and stretched out his hand a little, so that the forehead mark of each loose cultivator was sensitive, and those scattered cultivators looked up at him in unison.

He waited for everyone's eyes to gather before he said, "From now on, you will be my disciples." I am a saint, and my disciples are saints' disciples. Your forehead mark represents discipleship. ”

Hearing this, Chen Ci couldn't help but wipe it on his forehead, but he didn't feel anything, but he could sense that something was there, so he stretched out his hand and drew a mirror spell in the air, and sure enough, he saw a faint golden mark on his forehead in the mirror.

Most of the other monks were like this, and they couldn't help but wonder what use this mark was, and whether it would have a binding effect?

Rowan added: "Having the mark of a saint is equivalent to being sheltered by me. The deeper the saint imprint, the deeper the connection with me, through which I sense your position and general thoughts. ”

Hearing this, the nearly 1,000 scattered cultivators were in an uproar.

"Isn't sensing position and thinking a bondage in disguise? After becoming a disciple of a saint, should he be deprived of his freedom? Then this disciple of a saint should not be...... It's still going to be done!"