In the dark night, under the pearl of the night, the two of them sat cross-legged, breathing melodiously.

Carved round window, a green shadow, this is an old man, half-white hair naturally falls, all the way to the waist. Outside the attic, the green bamboo swayed gently, the dappled moonlight fell, but it couldn't move his figure, a beam of cold moonlight shone on him, making him even colder, his hands behind his back, and his clothes swaying.

Zhihai made slight waves, and the slender golden needles condensed, flying towards the two people in the attic, the light flashed, the eyes were shining, and the corners of the mouth hooked a smile, 'interesting'.

The old man looked at Nangong Min, thinking in his heart, but he didn't make a move. The two of them were clear about his cultivation, and he also knew a thing or two about the injuries on Linxi's body, but he felt resistance on Nangong Min's body, and a colorful jade light shrouded her, and the divine sense golden needle did not dare to move forward, otherwise the two would wake up.

He can preliminarily judge that the woman in front of him is very beautiful, she is also injured, her qualifications are very good, so good that only a few people can compare with her in his impression, and there is also a spiritual weapon to protect the jade pendant, this kind of jade pendant can not be done by a monk, there is no doubt that there is a great Mahayana Taoist friend behind her.

As for the origin of the injuries of the two, he didn't know or want to know, he just wanted to cultivate hard in order to ascend to the immortal realm. More is better than less, since they want to stay here, then fulfill the two of them, maybe they can get a favor, after all, there are very few people in this world who can take care of their juniors like this.

The fine golden needles gathered, and he took them back, and he had no idea of exploring further, after all, there were not enough interests, and it was difficult to drive him. Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds drifted, the light moon was half-dewed, turned around, the shadows of the trees flickered, and disappeared into the moonlight for a moment.

Yang recalled that in the early days of Mahayana, he was the suzerain of Haori Sect.

Early in the morning, three floors of wooden attic.

Linxi opened his eyes, and the three-foot white flying sword stopped in front of him, the white light of the sword body shone, and his right hand stretched out and touched lightly.

A crack appeared in the body of the sword, and a silver ball flew out of it, shattering in the air, and the golden characters spread, thousands of words scattered in the air, and the golden light shone. Dongfang Linxi is the master of the tenth hall and oversees all the affairs of the tenth hall. The hall has elders, deacons, and a number of various disciples, and a holy woman.

The following records the rights and responsibilities of the tenth hall, the management of the mortal empire to which the Haori Sect belongs, and a hundred years need to be submitted to the sect master hall for a hundred years, one medium-grade spiritual object, five lower-grade spiritual objects, and a number of others...

Linxi stared at the brief introduction to the other nine halls below, Xu Nanhuai, Xi Shuizhu, An Yikang, Luo Pinghua, Yun Jing, Fang Xinyu, Hua Daotian, Qi Xilai, Yin Tiange, the names of the nine hall masters slipped by. And Nangong Min looked at the names of the holy sons or saints in each hall, Xu Ziliu, Chang Qingliu, An Zelan, Su Jianzhou, He Jingyi, Xie Shitang, He Ruochu, Zhou Yongsheng, and Wei Hao.

At this time, the Nine Palaces.

In the first hall, the main hall, a middle-aged man in a cyan robe sat cross-legged on a white *, opened his eyes, looked at the three-foot white sword hanging in front of him, and tapped his right hand. An image was displayed, and the image was Dongfang Linxi dressed in blue. 'Oriental Linxi is honored as the master of the tenth hall'.

"Someone, go and see this new hall master for me. ”

A deep voice echoed in the main hall, and a dark figure appeared in front of the middle-aged man, knelt on one knee, 'Honorable Order', then got up, walked towards a dark corner, and finally, merged with the darkness.

The middle-aged man, the first hall master, Xu Nanhuai, crossed the sevenfold tribulation. Black shadow, chasing life, the right protector of the hall master, crossing the catastrophe.

The other eight halls, like the first hall master, sent people to visit Linxi. Although they have their own thoughts in their heads, they are surprisingly consistent at this time.

Half a day later, many disciples of the Huge Hao Ri Sect wandered around, digesting the impact of this major event, and one after another white flying swords were sent outward, transmitting the information to all sides, stirring up waves one after another.

Nearly a million disciples of all kinds, led by deacons and elders, flew towards the tenth hall to prepare for the upcoming project. On the top of a green mountain, dressed in blue, Linxi looked at the many disciples who rushed from the Nine Palaces, and his heart was not wavering.

"The Lord of the Eastern Hall, in one day, the construction will begin. There are also many scattered cultivators rushing to this side, but they can help. ”

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe waved towards Linxi, his relatively thin and upright face full of solemnity.

The man in yellow, Wang Song, the deacon of the third hall, is in the middle stage of the transformation of gods.

"Alright, you go down. ”

His gaze fell on the disciples of the Haori Sect who formed nine phalanxes, and then, he looked at the blue sky, the white clouds were long, and the birds followed.

Nearly a million disciples work together, and it doesn't seem crowded. Each disciple is responsible for an area that changes the mountains and rivers of this mountain range.

The main hall of the tenth hall is stationed, and nearly 10,000 people fall here.

An inner disciple placed a hundred sharpened white pines on the white jade, and after commenting on the surroundings, Edgeworth left. A middle-aged man carried a ten-zhang long white pine, walked inside, and put it down at a base of the formation to fix it. Subsequently, a beautiful woman brushed a layer of green oil on the white pine after checking that it was suitable. A cyan flame appeared on her right palm, and she threw it onto the white pine, and only after it did not burn did it carve flowers and trees on it.

In the east, three slender shadows fell to the ground, looking up, three shadows stared at the project ahead, two white and one blue, and then, walked into the distance.

"Sister Min, I haven't seen your true face yet, can you let me take a look. It must be beautiful when you think about it. ”

The woman in blue next to Nangong Min has slender curved eyebrows, a small nose, a jade face, beautiful eyes, and soft lips.

He Jingyi, the early stage of the Yuan Infant, the fifth saint.

The woman in white on the other side also looked at Nangong Min at this time, and the cold waves' eyes were full of light, full of supernatural powers, and she was a beautiful woman.

Xie Shitang, in the middle of the Yuan Infant, the sixth saint.

With the addition of millions of scattered cultivators, green mountains were transferred, lakes were condensed, and the tenth hall was built at an incredible speed. The sun sets and the moon rises, the jade rabbit slides down, and many monks take turns to fight. Aggregate, disperse, and remove smaller surrounding mountain ranges.

After a month, the pavilions and pavilions stretch for thousands of miles, the green mountains are verdant, the lake is rippling, a white figure lands on a thirty-zhang green mountain, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, Qionglou Yuyu. This is the tenth hall, almost completed, with autumn eyes and thoughts in my heart.

Nearly a million scattered cultivators did not leave, and there were many figures, temporarily staying on a flat ground around the tenth hall, pavilions of different sizes towering, holding source crystals in both hands, replenishing the source qi consumption these days. They were waiting, waiting for the moment when the Tenth Hall began to recruit disciples, and that was the moment when their fate would change.

A small attic, glowing with fluorescence, a fist-sized luminous stone tied in a line suspended from a beam.

Below, a man in a black robe sits cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his hands on his knees, his flat light-colored lips slightly pursed, the bridge of his nose firm, and his face is like a crown of jade. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and the light scattered. A light and shadow, a touch of bright red, made the small attic a little more nervous.

Kang Ziqing, late stage of Yudan, scattered cultivation.

A figure fell from the beam, his round eyes seemed to express his incompetence, a knife mark was imprinted on his heart, and bright red blood flowed down from his heart. Zheng Zheng, the soul who was close to annihilation, watched the storage bag on his body fly up and land in the hands of the young man opposite. A blue flame appeared on his body, and the last shred of his mind dissipated, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.

Kang Ziqing stood up, hooked his hands, and performed a dust-removing trick to completely eliminate the last trace. Gently lifting his right foot, he fell to the window, and his black pupils looked at the stars in the sky, a little starlight, and occasionally a figure that seemed to correspond to the ground.

There are so many monks coming from all over the world, and this kind of important event is a big event for the scattered cultivators and the children of the family, and the first to come will have a better chance of entering the tenth hall.

At this time, the main hall of the tenth temple.

The waves of Linxi Zhihai were surging, and he was really surprised by the number of second-class disciples. Three thousand years of experience still made him quickly calm down and began to prepare for the recruitment of disciples.

"Elder Ling, let this news out. ”

An old man in a cyan robe walked in from the door, his face was thin, his gray hair was draped in a bun on his back, a foot of gray beard hung down, there was a fairy wind bone, and after making a gesture towards Linxi, he put away a piece of jade slip in front of him. 'Decree of the Lord of the Temple', and then walked out of the main hall.

The old man in Tsing Yi, Elder Ling, Ling Sheng, the middle stage of refining void.

"Elder Linxi, I have already started to prepare the trial formation. There are three major arrays, the Seven Peerless Illusion Array, the Ladder to the Heavens, and the Half-Life Valley. ”

Nangong Min's ethereal voice sounded, standing in front of Linxi.

Around the 10th hall, a town formed by a large number of monks.

In a one-story and three-story attic with a length of fifteen feet, Kang Ziqing was dressed in tight black, sitting in a corner, and a few strands of black hair slipped down from the top of his head, covering a corner of his face. He stared at the book he was holding in his hand, with neat black letters printed on it, it was the announcement from the tenth temple.

'Holy Maiden', 'Nangong Min', 'Elder Ling', 'Ten Days Later', 'Selection', 'Token'... Slip through his mind.

A glass of sake was picked up by him, drank it in one gulp, scattered ten lower grade source crystals, got up, and left.

On the street, it is not cold, there are all kinds of people, drinking, slowing, meditating, selling, he looked at the town that is changing day by day, but his heart does not fluctuate, and he goes straight to an alchemy pavilion.

"Girl, help me get that Qi Replenishing Pill. ”

Qi replenishing pill, prefecture-level lower grade, restores the source gas.

Fallen City Inn.

Nangong Min stood in front of the window, looking at the thriving town. At this time, there were people coming and going on the street, there was an old man with a sword, the sharp sword qi was condensed on him, the young man in white clothes, and the slaves behind him were crowded, a capable woman in a samurai uniform, wearing a sword at her waist, so that the people on both sides turned their heads frequently.

'This is another civilization, there are many scattered cultivators, there are sects recruiting disciples, there are crowds of people, there are defensive looks, even if the son who is surrounded by many domestic slaves occasionally has a gleam in his eyes, I don't know what he is calculating, this can only appear in the eyes of people in the chaotic region or the place of trial.

She had experienced all of this, and some familiar figures had fallen forever in the proving ground. Sad, he turned away.