In the secret realm of Yuanzhen, the disciples of each sect were suppressed and sealed by the lotus, and the spirit stone magic weapon on their bodies was touched by Li Qingyun, with a bitter and helpless face, but there was nothing to be done.

Li Qingyun, whose hands were full of storage rings, finally shouted loudly to the disciples of various factions: "You all listen to me, I will not change my name or surname, I am the strongest disciple of the Qingyuan Dao Palace, Jian Sixteen."

In the future, if you are not convinced, you can come to me to redeem the magic weapon!"

Jian Sixteen looked confused, overwhelmed, and drowned in water. Just as he was about to explain, Zhang Jinling, who had recovered from Sun Yanran's careful care, took a step, and the strong momentum of the pure yang immortal body shocked the audience.

"Okay! it is worthy of the sword sixteen of my Qingyuan Dao Palace, dare to be the next true heir of my Dao Palace!" said as he kept looking at Jian Sixteen out of the corner of his eye, signaling him to shut up and not say more.

When the words came to his mouth, Sword Sixteen had no choice but to swallow it silently, standing quietly in the crowd, although the rest of the Dao Palace disciples were also confused, they did not dare to refute and question the true inheritance of their own sect.

Sun Yanran was so smart that she instantly understood. Turning his head and whispering to the group of Qingyuan Dao Palace disciples behind him, then everyone showed a sudden realization expression, and looked at Li Qingyun's eyes full of endless longing.

Ah, it is worthy of the great pride of our Qingyuan Dao Palace, and he disdains false fame and fortune, and is willing to give the false name of this chaotic Daoist to Jian Sixteen, which is really magnanimous.

Ah, this is the heart of a real strong man! No wonder it can hardly shake the Mutant Heavenly Tribulation and become another pillar of disciples of my Dao Palace after Senior Brother Jinling.

Under Sun Yanran's explanation, many Qingyuan Dao Palace disciples instead threw envious glances at Jian Sixteen. Envy that Sword Sixteen can have such an honor, he has to be valued by Senior Brother Chaotian, and he will be given the identity of a Chaotian Daoist.

When Li Qingyun heard Zhang Jinling's "righteous insistence", the two looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent. On the spot, the disciples of various factions performed a double reed.

Here, Li Qingyun said: "My sword sixteen is hard to chase after the horse, if you want to redeem the treasure in the future, you can come to the Hidden Sword Peak to find me." ”

Over there, Zhang Jinling immediately replied: "That's right, the gate of my Qingyuan Dao Palace will always be open, and if you are not convinced, you can come to find the sixteenth junior disciple of the sword." ”

The two sang and harmonized, making Jian Sixteen behind him dumbfounded. He was just an inner disciple of the Hidden Sword Peak in the early stage of the Spirit Apocalypse, and now the disciples of the various sects lying in the field, the lowest cultivation level was also the existence above the Sixfold Realm of the Spirit Apocalypse.

If these disciples are really unconvinced, and they come to the door one day, won't they die without a place to be buried?

Li Qingyun walked over in the admiration of the Qingyuan Dao Palace disciples, patted Jian Sixteen's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Senior disciple, don't panic, these sect disciples think very highly of themselves and will not come to provoke trouble, otherwise they will not admit that their skills are inferior to others today."

Because my brother doesn't want to be contaminated with these false names, I bother you to help take care of a few points, and the magic weapon of this inner disciple will be up to you to choose when the time comes. ”

Under the double offensive of Li Qingyun's stick and carrots, Jian Sixteen also completely fell into the sweet trap, looking at Li Qingyun with a chaotic mask with tears in his eyes and nodding heavily.

Li Qingyun patted Jian Sixteen on the shoulder with satisfaction, walked up to Zhang Jinling, pointed to the pit of the Origin Truth Seed and said, "Senior Brother Jinling, that is where the Source Truth Seed is located. Now that you have awakened, go and get it quickly, and become a true disciple of my Dao Gong Yuan. ”

Zhang Jinling smiled slightly, shook his head slightly, withdrew the pure yang immortal qi on his body and said: "No, junior brother, this place is guarded by you alone, and the disciples of Qingyuan Dao Palace are also saved by you alone." I can't be a person who sits back and enjoys it.

This seed of origin should belong to you, junior brother, you have this qualification and this ability. You should be the source true disciple of my Source True Dao Palace!"

Sun Yanran also encouraged the disciples of the Qingyuan Dao Palace behind him to shout together: "Be the source truth, be the source truth!"

Li Qingyun spread his hands, he really didn't want to continue wading in this troubled water, he just wanted to get out as soon as possible, leave the Yuanzhen Secret Realm, and be his carefree little handyman. Now, he is on a shelf, and it is difficult to get out, and there are words of suffering.

"Senior Brother Jinling, the Seed of Origin Truth still needs to be recognized by it in order to become a true disciple of Origin Truth, it is better to let the disciples of our Dao Palace enter together and see who the Seed of Origin Truth will choose. ”

Zhang Jinling lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then made a decision and said: "What the senior brother said is extremely true, but I didn't think it through. That's a good idea. It can give all the genius disciples of my Qingyuan Dao Palace a chance to become true disciples of Qingyuan Dao Palace!"

The suppressed monks in the venue whimpered, but they couldn't do anything about it, so they could only watch as the disciples of the Qingyuan Dao Palace streamed in along the entrance of the cave, looking for the seed of the source truth.

Entering the cave, the whole space is cheerful, about dozens of zhang wide, the rock walls around are crystal clear, flashing with a glimmer of light, the white jade pillar with thick roots supports the whole space, and the stone pillar is secretly full of ancient scriptures. In the farthest part of the cave, there is a red light flying up and down, exuding a misty fairy light, which makes people fascinated.

Seeing this red glow, Li Qingyun, Zhang Jinling and other Qingyuan Dao Palace disciples felt a realization in their hearts at the same time.

This place is the source cave, and the red mang is the seed of the source truth.

If you want to get the recognition of this source true seed, you only need to put your hands on the red mang immortal light seed, and the person who has passed the test of the source cave illusion realm is the source true disciple of the contemporary Qingyuan Dao Palace, and since then he has soared into the sky and made a blockbuster.

"This is the seed of the source truth, let the junior disciples try it first, what do the junior disciples think?" Zhang Jinling said to Li Qingyun indifferently.

Li Qingyun was very satisfied, and his senior brother finally said something that suited his heart. Immediately agreed: "Of course, all the disciples of my Qingyuan Dao Palace are like dragons, and they all have the opportunity to obtain the approval of the Source True Seed." ”

The eyes of the disciples behind Zhang Jinling became more and more intense, and they rubbed their hands together, eager to try and find out, to see if they were the peerless genius who was unique in ten thousand.

Sword Sixteen was the first to be pushed out by Li Qingyun and sent to the Immortal Light of the Source True Seed. Li Qingyun cheered him up behind him and said, "Believe in yourself, you can." ”

Jian Sixteen rushed forward, and Jian Sixteen was bounced back by the fairy light.

Sun Yanran said regretfully: "It's a pity, it seems that he is not." Kenju, blushing with shame, ran back to the group.

The rest of the Dao Palace disciples then followed suit, and then tried to put their hands on the immortal light of the Origin True Seed, and then they were instantly bounced away by the immortal light, returning to the same place, silent.

Neither are they, it seems.

In the end, only Li Qingyun remained, Zhang Jinling and Sun Yanran did not try the seed of Yuanzhen. Li Qingyun and Zhang Jinling said in unison: "Senior Sister Sun (sister), you come first." ”

Sun Yanran did not shirk either, as the only Jurchen descendant of the Qingyuan Dao Palace, she also had a sense of arrogance. She also wanted to see if she could be recognized by the Genzhen Seed.

Sun Yanran, who smoothed out the three thousand green silks, confidently stepped forward, stretched out her pair of white lotus arms, and put her slender jade hand in the red fairy light.

This time, the red mang's immortal light did not shoot Sun Yanran away, but began to emit a misty immortal qi to envelop Sun Yanran.

Could it be that there is really a play!

Li Qingyun was overjoyed in his heart, as long as he didn't become a disciple of Yuanzhen, that would be the best result, and he could be his third disciple of Danfeng with peace of mind, a small handyman in the Immortal Grass Workshop, and bring himself back to the right path of low-key immortal cultivation.

A Pixiu phantom suddenly appeared on Sun Yanran's body, and this Pixiu phantom constantly circled around the Xuanguang around her, making Sun Yanran's entire momentum greatly enhanced, faintly revealing the power of a Fazhen period monk.

"No, I don't want to give up Wen Hualang!" Sun Yanran, who suddenly spoke, instantly broke away from the fairy light, sweating, and her eyes were resolute. The Pixiu phantom behind her also burrowed into her body again and disappeared.

Li Qingyun and Zhang Jinling asked with concern at the same time: "What's the matter?"

"You actually asked me to give up Wen Hualang, this seed of the source truth, don't do it!" Sun Yanran, who spoke out angrily, then looked at the two of them and continued: "The seed of the source truth is really very strange, and it seems to create countless illusions in your mind according to the monk's inner thoughts.

Every time I break the illusion, I will get a huge sublimation, but when I see Wen Hualang appear in this illusion, I don't want to leave. It seems that this True Origin disciple is destined to be born in the seed of the two of you. ”

The corners of Li Qingyun's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the power of love was so great, even the seed of the source truth could be willingly given up!

No, no, I'll help you and Senior Brother Wenhua!"

Sun Yanran, who was smiling like a flower, looked at Li Qingyun, and used the most traditional way of Qingyuan Dao Palace to shoot people's brains, and tapped on Li Qingyun's head: "You, I have already seen through your little bit of careful thinking Senior Sister." Otherwise, why did you help you make a show at the real ceremony to deceive the group of Xiaoyao Palace disciples.

Don't worry, even if there is no Wen Hualang, I also appreciate you, junior brother, if you lack spirit stones in the future, just open your mouth! Lack of 10,000, give 10,000, lack of 100,000, give 100,000!"

Sun Yanran, the little god of wealth, is the only designated Bai Fumei in Qingyuan Dao Palace. This is called courage, this is called a rich woman.

Zhang Jinling coughed lightly twice and said, "Ahem, it's not too late to talk about these things in a secret realm."

Now it's just me and my junior brother who haven't tried the seed of the source truth, so it's better for you to go first, junior brother, and be the last brother. ”

Li Qingyun hurriedly refused: "Absolutely not, absolutely never! Senior brother, you are a pure yang immortal body, and you will definitely be able to take down the seed of the source truth." ”

"No, you can't, junior brother, you go first. ”

"No, you can't, senior brother, first. ”

Sun Yanran saw that the two of them were humble to each other and argued, and said loudly: "Why don't you two go together, that red mang's fairy light is so huge, it is more than enough to accommodate two monks." ”

Li Qingyun and Zhang Jinling put their hands on the red mang's immortal light of the Origin Seed at the same time, their eyes were closed, and the illusions suddenly appeared in their minds, and they were endless.

"Yun'er, how did you practice the Mocheng Storm Palm that your father taught you yesterday?" A familiar voice that made Li Qingyun's eyes moist sounded in his ears.

Li Qingyun's biological father, Li Tianlie!