Northern Regions.

There are two kinds of new recruits for disciples of the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect, one is a big move once every ten years, and the other is a small move once every three years.

When the Great Move, the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect will appoint disciples to go to various places in the domain to cultivate the city, from the small to the mundane villages and towns, mainly ordinary children with good talents.

The small move is that the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect has set up testing points in various Dao Xiucheng Pools and Fang Cities, mainly responsible for the preliminary screening work.

At this time, it coincided with the triennial recruitment of new sects of the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect.

In Fang City, due to the recruitment of new people by the Apocalypse Sect, a lot of casual cultivation has gathered, and it is very lively these days.

A man dressed in white, about twenty times, stopped outside the door of the testing site.

"Apocalypse Sect Recruitment New Test Site"

The man who stopped looked like he was in his twenties, dressed in white, and his appearance was not modest, but his temperament was quite extraordinary.

This is it.

Zhang Yu looked at the long queue that had already lined up outside the door in front of him, and was a little speechless.

Afraid of attracting people's attention, he deliberately chose Xiaofang City, and he didn't want to have so many people.

"Next"

Fortunately, although there were many people, the speed of the previous test was quite fast, and it didn't take long for Zhang Yu's turn.

When Zhang Yu put his hand behind the spirit stone, but with a breath, the original crystal clear spirit stone turned orange.

As we all know, the five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are orange in gold color, blue in wood color, dark black in water color, red in fire color, and yellow in earth color

In the Ice Thunder Wind Mutation Spirit Root, the ice color is gray, the thunder color is purple, and the wind color is blue.

Surprised, the foundation monk got up and walked to the spirit stone.

"Single Golden Spiritual Root. ”

He motioned for the Qi cultivator who was holding the pen to register, and then looked at Zhang Yu with a smile: "Dare to ask Dao Yougui's surname?"

Zhang Yu was not surprised by the change in the attitude of the Zhuji monk, but there was a flattered look on his face: "Zhang Yu, establish the morning chapter, the junior Zhang Yu." ”

The foundation building monk nodded, and then showed a puzzled look: "Daoyou is a child of a big clan?"

Zhang Yu didn't react at first, but after a little thought, he understood why the other party asked.

Even in a place like the Four Great Super Sects, Shan Linggen is also a rare genius, and he was mostly accepted by the sect at a young age or cultivated by the big family.

This also means that there are fewer and fewer people with excellent qualifications in casual cultivation, and single spirit roots are even rarer.

Zhang Yu shook his head, his face was helpless and bitter: "The younger generation is not a disciple of the family, and it is too difficult to disperse cultivation, so I hope to take this opportunity to join your sect." ”

"With the qualifications of a Taoist friend, why can you be reduced to a casual cultivator?"

Brother Tsukiki continued to ask.

This kind of questioning is not just out of curiosity, but now the previous interests between the sect and the family are intertwined, and some big families with special relationships need to report to the sect if they want their children to enter the sect.

"Ahh

Zhang Yu sighed: "

The younger generation is a mundane orphan, who has never heard of cultivation when he was young, and the village is remote, and he has never met the disciples of the sect to accept disciples.

In this way, he was able to enter the Tao because of fate.

It is said that he is not afraid of the jokes of his predecessors, it is not that he has no chance to enter other sects, but the younger generations are really unwilling to yearn for your sect. ”

The foundation building monk and the Qi cultivation disciples on the side all nodded, with a single spiritual root, if they were, they would not be willing to enter the ordinary sect.

Shan Linggen's qualifications have been wasted for more than ten years, but it's a pity.

Shi Ye also died, Monk Zhuji shook his head with a sigh, and said to Zhang Yu: "Although you are a single spiritual root, you can't break the rules, we will register your information, and you can come to participate in the next round of screening within two days after receiving a notification, and it will still depend on your performance." ”

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The year 8710 of the Fuguang Yuan Qi means that the Zongmen Dabi has begun to enter the countdown of one year.

In the northern region, the sky is full of snow, and a man in black is walking in the ice and snow with a big knife on his back, and behind him is a collapsing glacier.

A young man about twenty years old in the Eastern Regions just stepped into the Dajing City Gate, and his eyes looked into the distance through the tall city gate, which was his destination, the Northern Regions.

In the Southern Regions, a girl dressed in white and stained red with blood holding a spirit sword in each hand, slowly walked out of the sword mound under the stunned gaze of the disciple guarding the door.

In the Western Regions, a woman in red unscrewed the head of the last dried corpse with her bare hands, and when she let go, bone meal fell from her fingers.

......

The girl with messy hair and a haggard face put down the jade slip in her hand, took out the pill bottle, poured out a Bigu Dan and swallowed it.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the twelfth Bigu Pill she has taken here.

As for how long he stayed here, Fu Yu was not sure, three years, five years, or ten years?

When the complete "Formation Foundation" was burned and no new clues appeared, Fu Yu finally couldn't hold back.

Spiritual attack, magic weapon attack, and even Fu Yu finally took out Bai Long, but he tried everything he could, but he couldn't damage the wall in the slightest.

In order to stabilize his emotions, Fu Yu buried himself in burning jade slips, and never stopped unless he exhausted the last trace of spiritual power or divine sense.

At first, she may have paralyzed herself, but gradually, she found that her heart was really calm, and sometimes she felt that such repetitive and simple burning brought her rare peace and enjoyment.

One time, two times, one word, two words......

Finally, Fu Yu stopped burning, touched the jade slip in his hand, and got up and came to the wooden frame.

There were stacks of jade slips neatly stacked on the wooden shelf, and Fu Yu put the piece in his hand at the end.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, he heard a voice sound.

"The Road to Simplicity"

Fu Yu's expression moved.

"Who?"