Wanlumen never takes the initiative to recruit disciples among mortals, and if you want to enter Wanlumen, there is only one way, and that is to become an outer disciple first.

Outer disciples, every ten years, there is a big competition, only one is selected, become an inner disciple, at the same time, among the inner disciples, there is also an elimination system, even if they enter it, they may be eliminated.

The method of becoming an outer disciple is very simple, you only need to hand over a certain amount of jade crystals or spiritual liquid, and you can obtain the status of an outer disciple for a certain period of time.

Outside the Wanlumen Mountain Gate, there are several mountains, and the aura of these mountains is several times richer than that of the outside world, and this is where the disciples of the outer sect are located.

It is said that it is an outer disciple, but in fact, it is equivalent to spending jade crystals and spiritual liquid to rent a cave mansion to cultivate.

This practice of Wanluo Gate is extremely special, not to mention the Ghost Emperor Kingdom, it is very rare in the entire Immortal Capital, but few people know the real reason.

Because of this, Wang Mo will choose Wanluomen, these news about Wanluomen, recorded in the map in great detail, according to Wang Mo's guess, the person who sold him the map, I am afraid that he has been to this Wanluomen, as a disciple of the outer door for a period of time.

Wang Mo controlled an ordinary flying sword to drive overnight, and six days later, he came to the Wanluo Gate Mountain Gate, not for a long time, Wan Luo Gate was in sight, but when the distance was dozens of miles away, a soft ripple spread silently, preventing the entry.

Wang Mo knew that this must be the mountain protection array that Wanlumen had spread all year round, so he hurriedly put away his sword and his body fell.

At this moment, suddenly a purple-red light burst from the sky behind Wang Mo, bringing a strong sound of breaking the air, and a strong wind hit in the whistling, and the surrounding mountains and forests and trees shook one after another, making a rustling sound.

When the red light approached, he turned into a gray-haired old man, this man had a strange face, a dark complexion, and a huge mouth, but his eyes were very small, and he looked like an ape-man.

After Wang Mo saw this person, his eyes flashed, and he immediately stood aside respectfully.

The old man stepped under the step, and was about to enter the Wanluo Gate, when he suddenly turned his head, glanced at Wang Mo, sighed, looked at the scar on his face, and shouted, "Which sect are you a disciple?"

Wang Mo hurriedly said respectfully: "The disciple is a scattered immortal, and he wants to worship the Wanluo Sect and become an outer disciple. ”

The old man looked at Wang Mo, nodded and said, "It's not bad to reach the peak of the Nine Palaces of the Wounded Sect, you want to become a disciple of my Wanluo Sect and find a retreat place." ”

Wang Mo's eyes showed a look of awe, and he hurriedly said, "The disciple does have this intention. ”

The old man flicked his sleeves and said, "You're late, when you collect the outer disciples, it's already over, go back and wait a few years to come back." As he spoke, he was about to step in.

Wang Mo snorted coldly in his heart, but his face showed a look of heartache, he took out a brocade box from the storage bag, and said respectfully: "Senior, this is a flying sword that the disciple got by chance many years ago, and he has never been willing to use it. ”

This old man, Wang Mo could see at a glance that it was just the Dumen Five Palaces, and for such a cultivation, the flying sword he took out was already a very precious thing.

The old man paused, glanced at Wang Mo with a smile, and secretly said that he was indeed a scattered immortal, more clever than the disciples of those immortal cultivation families, he summoned his right hand, and the brocade box fell into his hand, and when he opened it, his eyes immediately showed surprise.

But immediately, he put away the surprise and said quietly, "Where did you get this?"

Wang Mo said respectfully: "Many years ago, the disciple helped a Jingmen immortal and protected the Dharma when he was injured. ”

"Oh, what kind of wounds, describe them. The old man's eyes flashed and he said.

With Wang Mo's combat experience over the years, as soon as he said it casually, it was as if it was true, the old man listened to it a little, and he no longer doubted it in his heart, after all, the person in front of him was just a disciple of the injured sect, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he have said it so realistically, and although some places were plausible, this was normal, otherwise if it was said in too much detail, it would obviously be false.

"Okay, the old man saw that your cultivation was not easy, so he made an exception, you come with me!" As he spoke, the old man's body moved, and he entered the Wanluo Gate, and at the same time, his right hand took out a token from his arms, and pressed it back, and the ripples that immediately prevented Wang Mo from entering immediately dissipated.

Wang Mo hurriedly walked in.

"Come with me, I have a lot of formations in the Ten Thousand Soul Gate, if you make a mistake, I won't save you!" the old man said, and his body flew forward.

Wang Mo patted the storage bag, and an ordinary flying sword appeared, he stepped on the sword and followed the old man.

After a while, the old man stopped at a mountain peak, where there was a splendid palace and countless houses around it.

When the old man fell, he shouted, "Old stick"

"Here you are, chimpanzees, what are you shouting. A lazy voice came from the side of the house, and then came a middle-aged man, who was extremely thin and tall, really like an upright stick.

The gray-haired old man laughed and said, "This is a disciple I met on the road, it's good for you to accept him as an outer disciple." ”

The middle-aged man yawned, squinted his eyes and glanced at Wang Mo, who was following the gray-haired old man, and said lazily: "You chimpanzees have spoken, how can I refuse."

The gray-haired old man smiled and said, "Then this is the case, I went out of the mountain this time, collected hundreds of souls, and just refined my soul into a fierce soul, and after the refining is finished, I will come to you to eat and drink!"

As he spoke, the old man's body moved and flew into the distance.

"You, what's your name!" the middle-aged man glanced at Wang Mo.

"Don't forget, disciple!" Wang Mo said respectfully.

"The sixty-ninth hole of this mountain Bing Liuxing belongs to you to use, a piece of medium-grade jade crystal, and it can be used for one year. The man flicked his right hand, and a black token was caught by Wang Mo.

Wang Mo pretended to have a heartbroken expression, gritted his teeth and took out two pieces of medium-grade jade crystals, handed them to the other party, the middle-aged man took the jade crystals, ignored Wang Mo, and turned around and walked towards the room.

Wang Mo was about to leave, when the middle-aged man suddenly said:

"What did you give to the chimpanzee?"

"A flying sword given by the seniors. Wang Mo said truthfully.

"No wonder this orangutan is so active! Don't forget, you have the peak cultivation of the injured door, but don't be proud, among the disciples of the outer door, although the peak cultivation of the injured door is not much, but it is definitely a lot, next June, it will be the day of my great competition of ten thousand souls, you should cultivate well, if you have the ability, maybe you can go to the inner gate and become an inner disciple. The man shook his head and walked into the house.

At this moment, on the Xushan Mountain of the Xuanhuang Kingdom, Wang Mo's mentor Shennong sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed: "Have you found Mo'er?"

A man in an ink-colored robe below knelt on one knee and hurriedly said respectfully: "Back to the master, the young master is now in the Ghost Emperor Kingdom, and his subordinates have secretly sent guards!!"

Shennong sighed "En" and continued: "What about the Snow Giant Clan?"

"Except for Xiang Kunlun, the Snow Ju clan has all died!!The subordinates have sent people to hunt down Xiang Kunlun. ”

Shennong first said "grace", and then opened his eyes slightly: "Forget it, leave it to Mo'er to Kunlun!"

"Yes!" the words closed, and the inky man's body slowly disappeared in place......

In the eastern part of the Ghost Emperor Kingdom, a blue light was as fast as a meteor, whistling by, in this blue light, there was an old man, but this person was not flying in the flesh, but out of the body.

He was extremely embarrassed, there were several cracks on the immortal spirit, and bursts of crystals emanated from it, venting between heaven and earth.

This old man is none other than Xiang Kunlun, the elder of the Xueju clan, who was injured by the overlord that day, and had no choice but to escape with a storage bag out of his body, and even Wang Mo had no time to catch him.

However, the later blood-colored puppets were extremely weird, they didn't say a word all the way, they pursued with all their might, and in the past few months, they almost ran around the Ghost Emperor Kingdom.

Xiang Kunlun was punched a few times by the puppet, don't look at this small crack, but it directly hurt his immortal spirit, if it weren't for his cultivation years for too long, and he had some secret skills of the Snow Giant Clan, I am afraid that this catastrophe would be inevitable.

Snow Giant Secret Technique, he was unable to use it again, and finally led the puppet to the rear of the Ghost Emperor Kingdom, and used the seal to protect the country, so that the puppet was thrown off.

At this moment, he was extremely weak and did not dare to swagger, but he was extremely fast, returned to the Ghost Emperor Kingdom, and found a random immortal to seize it while in a hurry, and then rushed to the Snow Ju clan.

But after returning to Xueju, Xiang Kunlun froze......

Besides, Wang Mo, holding the Wanlumen token, flew up the mountain peak, found the sixty-ninth hole of Bingliuxing, and flew in.

The cave is really small, and there is not even a table in it, except for a stone bed.

However, the aura here is extremely sufficient, dozens of times richer than the outside world, and even better than the waterhole where the three pieces of superb jade crystals in the seal are about to be abandoned.

After all, although the aura emitted by the best jade crystal is easy to absorb, it lacks a trace of vitality, especially after it is about to be discarded, it has no vitality, and it is not as flexible as the huge aura veins condensed together.

Wang Mo sat cross-legged on the stone bed and spit out.

Three days later, Wang Mo opened his eyes, shook his head slightly, he felt that the speed was still too slow, he groaned a little, patted the storage bag, took out three pieces of superb jade crystals and put them around, pinched the trick with both hands, and played several formations in a row, landed on the surrounding walls and holes, and closed his eyes again.

In this way, the aura in the cave immediately became rich, and after these rich aura touched the surrounding walls, the formation on the wall immediately flashed with white light, ejecting the aura and preventing it from dissipating.

This cave has become a steamer-like existence at this moment, and the aura cannot be dispersed, and there are more and more of it, so Wang Mo's breath has become the only outlet for the aura.