The Heavenly Immortal Sect is the number one cultivator in the Middle-earth world, and no one has been able to shake its position for thousands of years. The Mourning Imperial Family of the Kingdom of Light even graciously invited the disciples of the Heavenly Immortal Sect to participate in the competition for places. The three disciples of Tianxian Gate this time are two men and one woman, the three of them are outstanding in appearance, noble in temperament, and the long sword on their backs is even more aura. At this moment, the three of them closed their eyes and meditated, no matter how noisy the outside world was, they were not moved in the slightest.

Because all the competitors present, they didn't pay attention to it.

After the three of them, there were also a large number of Heavenly Immortal Sect disciples, who firmly protected a luxurious and extravagant phoenix. To Yingtian's surprise, among the disciples of the Heavenly Immortal Sect who guarded the phoenix, there were even Jindan stage powerhouses!

I don't know who is in that phoenix, and it is so important?

As if feeling Yingtian's gaze, a powerful divine sense suddenly came out of the phoenix, and a woman's cold snort sounded in Yingtian's mind, as if there was annoyance. That cold snort shook Yingtian's body and almost fell to the ground!

Yingtian's face was pale, and his expression changed greatly, what kind of person is this woman?

Seeing that Yingtian was at a loss, Yu Luo'er's face showed annoyance, her wonderful eyes instantly became sharp and abnormal, and a huge divine sense rushed towards the phoenix. I saw that the phoenix was slightly shocked, and then there was no movement.

Yu Luo'er's expression changed, just now her Yuan Infant Great Perfection Divine Sense probed in, and it seemed to be blocked by the other party, and it didn't seem to be blocked, which made her a little surprised. Just as she wanted to continue to investigate, she suddenly found that the eyes of many male monks around her were staring at her, and there were many whispers that came into her ears:

"Look at the woman in white, this, this is too beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life!"

"This woman is as beautiful as a fairy, I can't even find the words to describe it! This, is this an immortal descending from the earth?"

"It's just a pity, it's a pity! It's a pity that such a beautiful flower is stuck in cow dung! It's a pity that such a stunning woman should follow that gray-haired boy!"

"Damn, if you find an opportunity to chop off that white-haired boy, you will definitely snatch that woman! That kid is only cultivating in the later stage of foundation building, and Lao Tzu can chop him with an axe!"

Yu Luo'er's face was flushed when she heard this, and she said that she could, saying that the young master couldn't bear it! Just wanted to do it, but was pulled by Yingtian: "Miss Luo'er, don't be angry. After speaking, Yingtian took out a white veil, put it on her carefully, and said with a smile: "Let's cover the flowers and don't show those cow dung!"

Yu Luoer was feeling Yingtian's tenderness stupidly, and was amused by his words and laughed out loud, and the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. And the male monks around him were even more jealous and angry: Why, they didn't even show it?

At this moment, the commotion around suddenly fell silent. I saw that in the palace at the front of the square, three consuls of the Bright God Sect walked out, but the consul who helped Yingtian collect the body before was not among them. The consul in the middle was the person in charge of the royal examination, and at this moment he was holding a scroll and said loudly: "Thank you monks for coming to my country of light to participate in this supreme glory of the Mourning Division Sigh Secret Realm quota competition!"

"We, in the Land of Light, have arranged this tournament to promote the integration and communication between Middle-earth and our country, second, to give the younger generation of disciples in the world a chance to show their talents, and third, to select the most outstanding Tianjiao of our time to inherit the greatest inheritance of our Highness Waiyin Si Si!"

Yingtian's expression was calm, but he smiled coldly in his heart.

"The assessment of the first round of the selection competition is made by our royal questions. This question is on this scroll!" the consul paused, nodded to the two consuls on the left and right, and then the three of them made a strange gesture in their mouths, and the scroll slowly rose into the air and slowly opened.

When the people looked up, they saw that the scroll was incomparably huge when it was opened, about a hundred zhang long and several zhang wide. The background of the canvas is nothing, like the vastness of the boundless, which is full of circular spheres, those spheres are colorful, densely packed and countless, but they are very regular in their respective areas of slow transmission, some spheres are extremely bright, some spheres are dull, looking at it from afar, it is very spectacular!

"W, what are these things?" the crowd stared at the strange canvas with wide eyes, and there was a lot of discussion, and some shouted questions.

"This is a picture left by His Highness the Mourning Division, and we don't know exactly what these spheres represent. We speculate that this is a picture imagined by His Highness the Wai Yin Si Si, but a work of nihilistic art. ”

"But that's not the point, it's about the content of the assessment. Look at the middle of the canvas, there is a black area, this black area has a strong suction, it seems that even the light cannot penetrate. We call it the Black Prison! There are many small worlds in this Black Prison, which seem to be illusions rather than illusions. As long as the monk's divine sense penetrates, he can enter this black prison!"

"The content of our assessment is that all the contestants in this competition will use their divine consciousness to enter this black prison, and the top 100 monks who have walked out of this black prison will be selected by their teams!"

"If there are more than one monk in the top 100 monks on the same team, continue to wait for the other monks to get out of the black prison until the team reaches 100!"

Everyone suddenly realized, and many monks sneered: "What kind of mystery is it, it's just an illusion assessment." This is the spiritual power, you can come out of the illusion by seeing through it, this old-fashioned technique, our sect doesn't know how many times we have played it!"

The consul looked at everyone's disdain, his face showed a trace of gloom, and he said coldly: "It's just that there is a risk of death for the divine consciousness to enter this black prison. If your divine consciousness can get out of the black prison, then you will naturally be able to wake up, if you can't get out, your body will sleep forever until your longevity is exhausted and you will die!"

"If you're afraid of death, I'll give you one last chance, it's too late to withdraw from this competition!"

This news immediately stimulated an uproar in the audience, what? There is still a risk of death in this illusion assessment? But I have never heard of a mere illusion that can kill people!

"I'm afraid that the people of this country of light are scaring us, how can there be a life and death crisis in a mere illusion?

"I'm afraid it wasn't our Middle-earth monks who robbed them of the inheritance of the Mourning Secret Realm and deliberately scared us away, right?"

The monks who participated in the contest suddenly whispered, their eyes rolling, each with their own thoughts.

Ying Tian stared at the black prison in the middle of the canvas, only to see that it exuded a faint black glow, as if it was devouring everything around it, and even the space next to it was slightly distorted. This strange scene made him feel uneasy.

"Ye Yin, Miss Luo'er, I look at the Black Prison unusually, this Light God Sect's mind is difficult to guess, let me go in this time, you don't want to participate!" Ying Tian said with some concern.

"Jiu Shao, if there is danger, we will retreat, and if we encounter difficulties in the future, we will definitely be cowardly. Jiu Shao, let's go. Ye Yin said firmly.

Yu Luo'er didn't seem to be worried at all, and said with a smile: "Childe is too worried, Luo'er's spirit is quite powerful, and she has been different from ordinary people since she was a child, and she will be able to get out of this illusion." ”

Yingtian still had doubts in his heart, but seeing that the two insisted, he had no choice but to nod and agree. What surprised him even more was that none of the 1,000 teams present withdrew from the competition! Looking at the confident appearance of those contestants, Yingtian couldn't help frowning.

Seeing that none of the participating teams had withdrawn, the consul sneered and said, "All the participating monks, if you condense the Divine Soul Brand on this canvas list, you can enter the Black Prison! The Divine Soul Brand will be automatically ranked according to the time you enter and exit, of course, if you die in the Black Prison, this Divine Soul Brand will collapse and disappear!"

"The Wailing Division sighs for the secret realm quota selection competition, start now!"

As soon as the words fell, thousands of divine senses came out one after another, condensing the imprint of the divine soul on the canvas, and hurriedly rushed into the black prison. The imprint clearly describes the information of the contestants and the team they belong to. Ying Tian didn't think much anymore, and after solemnly instructing Ye Yin and Yu Luo'er, he condensed the imprint of his divine soul and cautiously probed into the black prison.

As soon as Yingtian's divine sense penetrated into the black prison, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and the next moment, he was horrified to find that he had actually appeared in the place where he had lived for more than ten years: the capital of Qianzhou in the Great Zhou, the island in the middle of the lake, and the peach blossom forest!

Suddenly, he heard the unusually familiar voice that seemed to be deep in his soul: "Young Master, it's time to eat, don't drink!"