Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling is in a high position and looks down on the world.

At a glance, he saw all the immortals in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall who came to participate in the assessment, and they were all eager to try.

"I hope you can show your skills in today's assessment, this is not training, it is actual combat."

"Yes, the ministers will do their best!"

The sound of Qi Brushing showed that they were full of confidence.

"The assessment has officially begun!"

The deep and vast voice of the immortal attendant sounded from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and the annual immortal level assessment finally kicked off.

As before, the immortal level assessment is first of all a written test, and it is also a paperless exam, and the questions of each immortal family are different, only the final part of the argument is the same, and the results will be synchronized after completion.

Of course, in order to improve the fairness of the examination, twelve external signal shielding systems are set up in the examination room, and the internal and external aspects do not affect each other.

The moment you get the test paper, there are 10,000 choices, fill in the blanks, there are 1,000 more questions than in previous years, the amount of questions is not small, some of the immortals are smiling, some of the immortals are solemn, and some of the immortals are worried, showing the appearance of all beings in the exam.

As time passed, there was only the sound of the tip of the pen touching the screen, the occasional sigh, almost inaudible, and all the immortals who took the exam were engrossed in answering the questions.

I'm afraid something will go wrong.

"Ding......

A bell rang, the first written test was over, and the results were immediately sent to the hands of the immortals, and at the same time, they were also publicized on the big screen of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Originally, more than 30,000 immortals went through a round of written exams, and there were only more than 20,000 people left, and these people naturally advanced to the next exam.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at the score list, the disciples performed quite well, there were no eliminations, and Huang Renli won the first place in the written test.

However, the disciples of the Twelve Sects of the Immortal Sect should not be underestimated, and in addition, one of them, Zhao Huanyu, was only half a point apart from Huang Renli.

Whether it is an opponent in chess or not to be afraid depends on the ability of the two to fight on the immortal platform.

"The second round of the Dou Immortal assessment has officially begun!"

With the broadcast of the immortal attendant, the second round of the Dou Immortal assessment was also placed in front of the immortals.

As soon as the picture turned, on the Douxian Platform of the Seventh Heaven, Su Xiaoxiao had been waiting for them for a long time, she was not only the judge of this Douxian Douxian, but also the chief examiner of the next assessment.

Under the guidance of the immortal attendants, the immortals who had been promoted came to Douxiantai.

As far as the eye can see, the area of Douxiantai is very large, and there are 365 large and small round platforms floating in the air.

"Everyone, this is Dousendai, please." Su Xiaoxiao made a "please" gesture in a deep voice, and then left the space to the immortals.

The first stage of the Douxian shortlisted competition was only half an hour, and it was completely up to their abilities.

During this period, all kinds of immortal arts surged, the waves rolled, and the sound of swords and swords pierced the sky. Although there is an immortal barrier to enclose it, the point is up, but the subtlety of the fighting method is still to make the other immortals watching the battle dizzying and enthusiastic.

It's as if they've stepped back in time of their own.

The golden crow is in the sky, and the fairy shadow falls obliquely.

Su Xiaoxiao, as a referee, has been paying attention to the situation on the Douxian Arena.

I saw Huang Renli rise into the air, spin in the air, and wave a brilliant light curtain, like a little star falling from the starry sky, the light curtain cut off the rainbow rays shot by Zhao Huanyu, and resolved the nightmare of killing. Then the long sword swung out, and the dazzling sword shot straight up, like a brilliant silver dragon, as if it was about to be connected with the lightning that fell down.

The two fought in the dark, and they were evenly matched.

This reminded Su Xiaoxiao of the competition with Murong Fu on the Douxian Terrace back then, yesterday was a wasted stream, and they were no longer young.

As if sensing Su Xiaoxiao's thoughts, Murong Fu, who was invigilating, looked at her sideways, and then moved his gaze back to Dou Xiantai.

Qingqing and the disciples of the twelve sects of Xianmen were entangled together, and the two of them came out of the sheath with a sword at the same time, Qingqing hit the person's face directly, with majestic immortal power, and finally the person saw the opportunity very quickly, hurriedly withdrew the sword, and jumped backwards, but the front force was lost, and the back force was not continued, and he was in mid-air, suddenly paralyzed, and the man fell straight down.

It's already defeated.

Some immortals knew that the swordsmanship of the disciples of Momoyama was fantastic, and they were by no means their enemies, so they had to find another opponent, but when they saw one person standing uncertainly, they just shook the other person's blade away with their internal force, and the two swords intersected.

It ended up losing both.

"Drunk dancing in the sky is like a flying moon, and the Qiankun bucket is like autumn Xiao. The sword seals the cold snow and cuts the clouds, and it is like a lonely moat! ”

Emperor Wenchang, who watched from the sidelines, improvised a poem, which was really wonderful on this Douxiantai.

As Emperor Wenchang's words fell, the immortal family who was already in charge of writing the poem distributed the whole poem for people to recite.

In less than three minutes, all the immortal cultivators except for the immortals who participated in the assessment received this poem.

The speed of the celestial realm is so fast.

After three rounds of fighting, the immortal families on Douxiantai were reduced by half, and Douxian also entered the final stage.

At this time, except for the three thousand disciples of Momoyama, there were three thousand disciples left on the field, that is, the leaders of the twelve sects of the Immortal Gate, and the earth immortals of the three mountains and five mountains, a total of five thousand.

Because there were more than the previous ones, in order to better adapt to the competition environment, the Douxian final made temporary adjustments.

Su Xiaoxiao first communicated with Emperor Yuan Ling to finalize the plan, and then began to prepare.

Don't miss a minute.

Through adjustments, the final mechanism of Douxian is no longer a two-by-two duel, but throws everyone into a simulated desolate land, in which the opportunity must be walked out by themselves.

"The finals have officially begun, please enter the flood famine." Su Xiaoxiao stood on the Douxian platform and said loudly.

Hearing this, five thousand immortals rose up and flew to the desolate realm that had been set up.

The so-called simulated flood realm is the ancient time restored by Su Xiaoxiao according to ancient books.

The environment here is extremely harsh, as far as the eye can see, the yellow sand is long, the sand and dust cover the sky, the sun and the moon do not appear, and everything is bleak.

Moreover, the sand and dust of the desolate realm are like living creatures, and they come and go in this vast and boundless place for eternity and eternity, never stopping.

After the five thousand immortals entered the realm of the desolation, they walked in the sand and dust, and the passage of time could not be investigated at all, and they could only act by feeling.

The immortal level assessment of the heavenly realm is in full swing, in a restaurant in the lower realm.

The audience was babbling and singing, acting in a play of love and hate, tactful lyrics, and grief and resentment.

In the side room, Ayimo and Gabriel knelt on the side, looking at the figure of making tea and making tea on the opposite side, some nervous and panicked.

"The tea in the mortal world, although it is not as full of aura as ours, but it is sweet after bitterness, mellow and long, and it can be regarded as a different taste, try it."

Hera handed the teacup to the two of them, and then smiled: "Since we are in the mortal realm, there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority, so you should not be restrained."

The two of them whispered that they should have drunk it all.

"Your Highness, he didn't come back." Ayimo said in a deep voice.

Hera said: "I know that he will not come back, as soon as Lucian's incident came out, I knew that the Heavenly Realm was eyeing us, and his defeat was inevitable."

Gabriel stepped forward and said solemnly: "Your Highness, we have endured humiliation so far, when will we be able to achieve great things?"

Hera said: "You have long understood that it is easy to die, but it is difficult to survive, and we want to change the heavens and the earth and take revenge on the heavens."

"Your Highness, this time we only brought more than 30,000 people for transformation, is it too little?"

"Since you have carefully chosen, I believe it."

On the western tip of the moon, Gabriel stealth into an extremely secluded place in the mortal realm. After entering the cave, I walked for a long time on a dark and damp sheep intestine path, and suddenly my eyes opened up, the lights were bright, and the formation was dense.

This turned out to be an extremely large and huge underground training ground. And in this one, there are 30,000 people fighting and fighting in a dense manner.

They forsook all their mana, and fought each other with only physical strength and sharp weapons, scarred and red-eyed, like mad demons.

But their lips were tightly closed, and neither those who had been knocked to the ground nor those who were holding their weapons did not make a sound from their throats. Eerie and quiet, brutal and bloody.

These are the reformers Hera and the others who re-experimented.

On the side, a black figure walked out of the shadows, his body was tall, his clothes were tattered, his whole body was already cloudy, and his face was entangled with black veins like spider webs.

The figure bowed his hand to Gabriel, his noise hoarse like a dilapidated windmill, his eyes red and shining with a strange light, and he said, "Doctor, you are here."

"How?"

"Reborn from the ashes."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The man smiled, but there was a kind of pathos on his face: "Change the heavens and the earth, and never give up."

These 30,000 reformers are all the best people he has carefully selected and left behind after continuous experiments and trials, and they trust him, follow him, and give him their lives.

With these transformed people, why should they worry about big things!

There is always an irreversible time difference between heaven and earth, and it has been an hour since five thousand immortals entered the realm of desolation.

But for the celestial realm, it was only in the blink of an eye.

In this desolate realm, which was even more terrifying than the Nine Hells, everyone was in good spirits.

Because if you want to live, you must fight for a place for yourself in this place where the weak eat the strong, otherwise there is only one way to die, and even the remnants of the body will become the belly of the monster, and there will even be the phenomenon of cannibalism.

They walked all the way, but they encountered nothing peacefully, nothing but the wind and sand in the sky.

"This can't be for us to control the yellow sand, right?"

"Not really."

"Isn't it advocating for a green home now?"

"But this is an immortal level assessment, what does it have to do with the governance of Huangsha?"

"Nothing, it's weird."

"Maybe we'll meet a lot of monsters that we've never seen before."

"There's no time here, let's do it quickly."

……

The immortals talked a lot about the yellow sand, because the unknown is terrifying.