Ancient Spirit Sect, Taisha Mountain, Trial Soul Hall.

Outside the hall gate, the monks enter in order.

There are ten peaks and ten veins in the Ancient Spirit Sect, each peak has two halls, there are about ten young disciples in each hall, and there are more than two hundred young monks in a generation.

There are only about twenty of these two hundred cultivators who can really enter the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the rest of the disciples either return to the human dynasty or go to the other small sects set up by the Ancient Spirit Sect to take up their posts.

Disciples who pass through the Soul Extraction Society can participate in the Spirit Valley Conference.

The rules of the Soul Extraction Society are very simple, that is, there is a Netherworld General sitting in the Hidden Pavilion, there are thousands of swords inserted in the Hidden Pavilion, each sword has a different temperament, the disciple needs to pull out any sword within twenty breaths, otherwise the Netherworld General will take action and send the disciple out of the Hidden Pavilion.

There are only two things in this process, one is eyesight and induction, everyone's way of cultivating luck is different, and the sword of fit is also different, in the same realm, some swords may be able to be pulled out easily, and some will be useless with all their efforts.

The second is the realm, if the realm is too low and the heart is too poor, even if you pick the most suitable sword for yourself, you can't do anything, on the contrary, if the cultivation is enough, no matter which one should be at your fingertips.

Twenty disciples of the Wooden Hall gathered outside the secluded pavilion of the Trial Spirit Hall.

Yu Jin gently tugged at Ning Xiaoling's sleeve and said worriedly: "With my talent and realm, I still don't want to go in, I heard that the ghost will be terrifying." ”

Ning Xiaoling thought about it for a while and said seriously: "It's okay, just go in and close your eyes and stand for a while before coming out." ”

Yu Jin said with a bitter face: "Then it's not that I can't accompany you to the Spirit Valley Conference?"

Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while, and said in confusion: "Have you ever thought about accompanying me?"

Yu Jin was devastated by it, she thought for a while, lowered her voice and said, "Why don't you go in and take two handfuls, and then hide one, and then I'll go in and pick them up when the time comes......"

Ning Xiaoling made an interrupting gesture and said helplessly: "If I do this, I can indeed accompany you outside." ”

Yu Jin sighed, and found that cultivation was really boring, there were so many things that money couldn't solve.

Money can make ghosts grind, and it really refers to ghosts with low Taoism...... Why are these big ghosts so high-spirited.

......

One by one, the disciples entered the Hidden Pavilion.

They all came out very quickly.

Those who draw their swords are fast, and those who give up are also fast, only those who can't cultivate up or down, and they have to try twenty breaths before they are willing to come out.

On the high platform of the Soul Pavilion, an elder sat beside a precision copper water drop chronograph, smiling and brushing his beard, watching them enter one by one.

"This generation of young people is not inferior to the previous generation. The old man said with heartfelt emotion.

"Because this generation has a bright corridor, Uncle Shi looks a lot more pleasing to the eye?" quipped the man next to him.

The old man said: "It's not true, it's just that I rejoice in my heart, in the past few hundred years, I have watched one generation stronger than the next." ”

The man smiled and asked, "With Uncle Shi's eyesight, can you guess whether every disciple can draw his sword and come out?"

The old man pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "Not only can I do it, but I can also calculate a few breaths." ”

The man knew that the old man had great powers, and he didn't doubt it at all.

There was a sudden commotion in the mourning hall.

A man in a white robe and a jade strap, calmly walked out of the crowd and walked towards the secluded pavilion.

"This person is the Ming Lang. The man said.

The old man nodded lightly: "Entering the Purple Court Realm at the age of twenty-two, it is rare to look at the history of the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the future life is terrifying, but I don't know what the path of cultivation will be in the future." ”

The man smiled: "It's unpredictable to look at the world from a long distance, but this time there is no suspense in the Linggu Dabi." ”

The old man smiled indifferently and nodded slightly.

The bright corridor walked into the secluded pavilion.

Tick, tick, tick, tick......

The water droplets behind him rang four times.

The corridor has drawn its sword.

The sword was faintly rusty, but the sword light was faint, as if no one had pulled it out for many years.

Ming Lang's face was calm, not surprised.

He did just four things.

Entering the door, I took a deep look at the ghostly ghost who was sitting on the high platform like a Buddha statue, drew his sword, and went out.

Flowing water.

The only thing he regretted was that when he saw the ghost general, he still felt a slight sense of oppression in his heart.

However, this is not to blame for his poor mental cultivation.

In the entire Ancient Spirit Sect, there are only three Ancient Netherworld Ghosts who worship and cultivate.

They are in the Hidden Pavilion, the Nine Capital Mansion, and the Heavenly Hades Palace.

Thousands of years ago, they were all generals who killed millions of living beings under the throne of the Immortal Monarch, carrying the Onitsuka Sword given by the Immortal Monarch himself, and wearing the divine armor personally woven by the goddess and quenched by the red lotus. Now that the blades are broken and the iron armor is broken, they are long gone, and they can only survive here, but the ancient and killing intent that emanates from them still makes people's hearts palpitate.

Most of the disciples who walked into it didn't have the courage to look at this mortal general at all.

If Ming Lang hadn't glanced at him, he would have been able to breathe faster.

And after him, the rest of the people's sense of anticipation also diminished a lot.

Although there are also disciples who are highly talented and draw their swords within five breaths, the grade of that sword cannot be compared with Ming Lang at all.

Almost one out of every ten disciples can draw their sword and walk out.

And the disciples of the Netherworld are the strongest, and in a group, there are five out of twenty people.

Yu Jin sighed and said, "If the total number of disciples remains the same, it will definitely be one or the other." ”

Her words were inexorably fulfilled.

The other groups of the Imperial Spirit Pulse tried all of them, but none of them could draw their swords.

The gentleman's face was gloomy.

Soon, it was their turn.

Their Mr. Ling also looked solemn.

She knows her disciples very well, and among these disciples, even if they are young, they may not be able to successfully draw their swords, because the assessment of the spirit is not only the realm, but also the proficiency of the ancient spirit sect's own mental method.

After all, she had only been here for half a year, more than a year later than several other disciples from the Sword Heavenly Sect.

The old man standing in front of the hourglass watched the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Lineage come out empty-handed one after another, and sighed with a smile: "Poor in the future." ”

The man's eyes glanced over lightly and said, "There is really no need to look at it." ”

The old man standing on the high platform nodded slightly, and when he turned to leave, a trembling little girl came out empty-handed, she hugged the arm of another girl in a white dress and cried a few words, and the girl comforted her, and walked calmly towards the pavilion.

The old man said, "This girl is good." It is not easy to live a long life at a young age, and I don't know how well this cultivation is consolidated. ”

"Longevity?" the man was slightly startled and said, "If the opportunity is right, she may be another bright corridor." ”

The old man smiled: "It is not unreasonable that the Longevity Realm and the Purple Court Realm are called Heaven and Earth Trenches, think about how long it took you to break through the realm back then." ”

The man said shyly, "It took seven years. ”

That's fast.

When Ning Xiaoling walked in, the old man covered the coffin and concluded: "This girl can come out in seven breaths at most." ”

The man would not be suspicious.

Tick, tick, tick......

After seven breaths, the gate of the secluded pavilion was still calm.

The man sighed softly, and even the old man at the peak of the Purple Court Realm frowned.

What's going on?

In the blink of an eye, ten breaths have passed.

Mr. Ling is also getting more and more nervous, I don't know what is going on with Xiao Ling, with her realm, even if she doesn't pick the best sword at the first time, she will come out with a few more wasted strength, what's wrong?

In the secluded pavilion, there was a scene that was unexpected by everyone.

Ning Xiaoling walked into the pavilion.

The Pavilion was like a small world, it was far larger than what it saw from the outside, and as soon as it entered, thousands of swords crashed into view, looking like an iron plate full of nails.

A lead-gray mist filled the chamber, tangible or invisible.

Ning Xiaoling's heart was inexplicably familiar, as if she had returned to Linhe City at that time.

It's just that the oppressive feeling of the eternal night in the ancient city and the red moon has disappeared without a trace.

In the center of thousands of spirit swords, a general who seemed to be condensed from gray mist, with broken limbs, wearing ancient heavy armor, and carrying the Netherworld Heavy Sword, sat in the middle, and the undulating mist around him seemed to breathe.

The ghost general looks like it's just one

A thin old man decorated with iron-clad heavy swords, but it gives people the illusion that he can still sit on the throne for a thousand years of immortality.

Ning Xiaoling glanced at it, and was about to retract his gaze and pull out his own sword, but the heavy and rough sound of drawing the sword sounded first.

In the thick mist, the general opened his eyes.

They looked at each other through the gray mist.

Ning Xiaoling was terrified.

Fortunately, the general's gaze did not bring hostility, but a kind of ...... Looking at the kindness of the younger generation, soon, this kindness also dissipated and turned into awe.

Then, she found that the Immortal General not only opened his eyes, but also raised his muscular arm, stretched it behind his back, and slowly pulled out the sword that had been silent for a thousand years that had been given by the Immortal Monarch back then.

Every sword here has been drawn many times, but only this one has not been unsheathed again for a thousand years.

It's always there, like a statue of one with the Underworld.

Even the most arrogant disciple in hundreds of years had never thought of pulling it out.

But today, the general woke up and pulled out the ancient sword himself.

With his movements, the mist of the Pavilion parted like waves, cutting a clear path between her and the Immortal General.

"Onizuka. The Stygian spoke slowly.

This is the name of the sword.

He pulled out his sword, held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the body of the sword in the other, and held it in front of Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be frightened or shocked at this moment, but after a short period of horror, she only had peace in her heart.

She looked at the sword, wondering why Hades was doing it.

"Onizuka. The Immortal repeated.

His words were heavy and sincere, as if he wanted her to wield the sword.

Ning Xiaoling subconsciously stretched out her hand, but when she touched this sword, she shrank slightly like an electric shock, her expression struggled, and finally shook her head and refused: "Senior, I can't accept it." ”

She could feel that her current realm could not drive this sword at all.

And she walked out with this sword, not knowing how to end it. It's troublesome.

She's afraid of trouble.

The Admiral knew her intentions and withdrew his sword with regret.

Ning Xiaoling bowed and bowed seriously.

The thousands of swords here shook in unison.

They all seemed to want to leave the stone trough and were taken away by Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling was a little embarrassed, she carefully selected, and finally took a fancy to a sword with a pitch-black blade.

After pulling it out, Ning Xiaoling regretted it a little.

The sword turned out to be a broken sword.

This is the sword that I want to bring to participate in the Linggu Competition......

She was a little depressed.

Outside the pavilion, the timekeeper had ticked eighteen times, and the old man's brows furrowed.

Under the wooden hall, Mr. Ling's palms were also full of sweat.

Yu Jin also held her breath, she was nervous and conflicted in her heart. I hope that Ning Xiaoling can draw her sword and come out, but also hope that if she comes out empty-handed, so that they can go shopping together......

Finally, in the twentieth breath, the figure of the girl was outlined.

Mr. Shuo Ling looked at her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

She had a broken sword in her hand.

It took so long...... The sword looked mediocre too.

But it was better to come out with a sword than the one next door who didn't go. Mr. Ling lamented in his heart, and he was not satisfied with the result.

On the high platform, the man looked at the little girl and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the old gentleman to look away." ”

The old man was notoriously good-tempered, and he was not angry at the jokes of his juniors.

The old man rubbed his tightly knit brows, smiled and sighed, "I'm old, and I'm really dizzy. ”

The man glanced at the broken sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand with a disappointed expression.

That sword committee is really mediocre, I didn't expect a long-lived upper realm to only pick such a handful.

"No wonder sir, it's also blame that this little girl's realm is too vain, such a pavilion in the air, it looks better, but in fact, it is ruined, and it is harmful in the long run. A month later, Linggu Dabi thought that she was just making up the numbers. ”

The old man twisted his beard and smiled, still drowning in his old eyes, and was noncommittal about it.