Just thinking about it, Mo Tianwei looked around with some nostalgia, the scenery on Zhuxian Terrace is extremely beautiful, it is rare to come once, wouldn't it be a loss not to take a look? She also turned on the camera, ready to wait for the offline to go to the forum to post to make the travel party refreshing.

However, this look made her stunned - when did it change to the scene on both sides of the ascending immortal ladder in front of her?

No, if you look closely, although there are many similarities, they are not the same, and they are strangely familiar!

The enemy was still chattering, talking about the hatred in the horns of a hundred and eighty years ago, but Mo Tianwei didn't take it to heart at all, and just thought about what happened.

After going through the matter again, she came to the Spirit Sword Sect to apprentice, and she didn't want to be frustrated by the spirit root, and the original wind and thunder twin spirit roots became four spirit roots...... Hey!

Wait, when did I get the Wind and Thunder Twin Spirit Root? How do I remember that when I introduced qi into my body, I only received the Thunder Spirit Source, which was clearly the Thunder Heavenly Spirit Root!

Wrong!

It's a fantasy!

A thought flashed through my mind, and in an instant the whole world was like a bubble in the sun...... and quietly disappeared without a trace.

Mo Tianwei took one last look, the sea of clouds on Zhuxian Terrace was vast, and the scenery was still the same, but she was not a person here after all, no matter in her past or present life, she was just in a hurry.

When I opened my eyes again, it was on the green cloud ladder.

It turned out that after the prank An Yun and Murong duel, she continued to move forward, but unknowingly fell into an illusion.

Her illusion is a little more dangerous than others - not that it is powerful, but for her, it is too real, and the transition with reality is too round, just like the soft implantation advertisement in the TV series, which unconsciously gives you an Amway, and it is difficult to detect anything wrong.

Although there are many disturbances in the fantasy of others, most of them are forcibly cut into, like an advertisement suddenly inserted at a critical moment, and those with a firm mind can understand it if they think about it.

If she delays any longer, I am afraid that she will miss the hour, and she can only leave in a huff.

"High-tech kills people!" Mo Tianwei was a little afraid, if there was no holographic online game in his previous life, I am afraid that the illusion would not be like this.

It's just that......

Mo Tianwei remembered that in the illusion, she actually saw the real scene, and she couldn't help but be a little apprehensive, was this just dazzling, or was the central processing unit of the illusion formation wrong? or...... Is it a plug-in that comes with crossing over?

Mo Tianwei thinks it...... Probably the last one?

If there is no plug-in crossing, can it be called crossing? Exile is pretty much the same.

I didn't expect God to treat her well! Presumably because she often donated money to children in the mountains in her previous life, she accumulated a lot of yin virtue.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Tianwei continued to climb the ladder, and at this time he had only walked about two-thirds of the way, and there was not much time.

Walking past the children who were still addicted to the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves, she saw seven or eight people in front of her, it seemed that her grades were not bad?

However, why haven't An Yun and Murong Jue caught up yet?

Mo Tianwei looked back, and was suddenly startled, two gloomy little Zhengtai were behind her, and when she turned around, they all showed a cruel smile.

Mo Tianwei: !

"I have something to say!" Mo Tianwei raised his hand, "The most important thing now is the assessment, if there is anything, we will solve it later!"

The two glared at Mo Tianwei viciously, and An Yun stretched out his hand to push, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

The three of them raised their hands again, Mo Tianwei felt that there were five hundred ducks on his left, and moving icebergs on his right, one nagging made people want to sew his mouth shut, and the other didn't care if it was winter, it was a painful experience.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the three of them to finally climb to the top of the Qingyun Ladder and came to the square at the top of the mountain, where the place was spacious enough and they didn't have to get too close.

The top of the mountain seems to have been cut a quarter deep vertically and then half wide horizontally, creating a square, and the smooth mountain wall is written with the words "Unstoppable". Other than that, in the middle of the square stood a crystal seven or eight feet high—or some other mineral—and nothing else.

Yes, this is very sword cultivation!

An Yun sighed: "Simple and clumsy, with the style of the sword gate!"

Mo Tian smiled slightly and said in a low voice: "Just one word for poverty, don't want to explain!"

Although Murong Jue didn't speak, he touched the Qiankun bag on his waist with affection - he felt that it was about to lose weight again!

In addition to the three of them, there were eight children standing in the square, counting their small group, and the end was clearly distinguished.

Under the eight-zhang crystal, there were three monks, two men and one woman, two of whom had appeared at the foot of the mountain before, according to their self-introduction, they were true disciples Lin Zhaoxing and Qiu Shuisu, and the other had never seen them.

Mo Tianwei quietly glanced at the person he hadn't seen before, not wanting his spiritual sense to be extremely keen, so he immediately grabbed it, and his sharp eyes looked at it flatly, like a rainstorm pear flower needle, which made Mo Tianwei tremble, and goosebumps rose.

Mo Tianwei: Who is this X monster in the groove! I'm scared to death this baby! I am blind and has a handsome face!

Ling Yunqi: Hmph, little scumbag, this little scumbag also dares to come to the Sword Sect to go undercover, it seems that he was sent by a sect that lacks heart.

Mo Tianwei & Ling Yunqi: This person is really annoying, his aura is incompatible, and he can't get along!

Rarely, the two reached a consensus for the first time in their lives.

Mo Tianwei didn't look over, and began to observe the future friends, as long as they passed the second round of assessment, they would basically be able to enter the Sword Sect, and the remaining last round was just to test the spiritual root and political trial again.

In the spirit root test, if you are unlucky enough to not test the spirit root, the Sword Sect will reward a martial arts cheats book to comfort you.

And the political review is the top priority, mainly to detect whether it is a deleted number replay party (reincarnated and rebuilt), whether it is a hacker who steals the number (the reborn who takes away the reborn), whether it is an undercover agent, whether it is a human bomb or a mobile source of infection (some demon cultivators love to tinker with these things, and they have to be guarded) and so on - if there is, then I'm sorry ╮ (╯▽╰)╭.

At present, the eight people are divided into three small groups, three three and two pattern, of which "three three" are the candidates who are formally assessed at the beginning of the examination, let's call it group A and group B; "two" is the candidates who are exempted from the first round of the examination, which is tentatively designated as group C; and these three people are considered group D.

Group A is all boys, and they don't look distinctive, so don't talk about it.

Group B has two women and one man, with similar clothing styles, like fellow villagers, who are extremely familiar with their words and deeds, and their words and deeds are quite standardized, presumably they are all from the mortal world.

Group C is the best-looking, a man and a woman seem to be brother and sister, Mo Tianwei vaguely remembers that they were from the Xuanlan Zhao family.

For the time being, there is nothing to do...... Uh! Group B moved, and they went to hook up with Group C, but Group C ignored them, and was very cold, so Group B had to take a ladder to step down.

Mo Tianwei looked very happy, the young people now~~~

One after another, people climbed to the top, and their immature little faces were full of excitement and curiosity, each whispering, and after a while, the square gradually became noisy.

About half an hour had passed, Lin Zhaoxing suddenly took a step forward, and his voice was like a bell: "The assessment time has ended, if you are not finished, please go down the mountain and leave quickly!"

After speaking, his eyes fell on the more than eighty people in the square, still with a gentle smile, but everywhere he looked, he was silent.

"Next, please go out one by one and retest the spirit roots!"

As a result, the children behaved differently, some of them were proud of the excellent spiritual root and stepped forward without hesitation, some of them were inferior and frowned, and some of them were nervous and hesitant to come to the assessment alone, and they did not know what the spiritual root was.

The pair of brothers and sisters of the Xuanlan Zhao family were the first to step forward, and put their hands on the spirit stone in turn, one lit up with white and yellow, and the other was black and blue.

Lin Zhaoxing bowed slightly, and the two of them stood aside, obviously this level had passed.

Next, many people stepped forward, most of them were three spirit roots and four spirit roots, only one or two pairs of spirit roots in every ten, and some unlucky people did not have spirit roots, although there were consolation prizes later, but compared to cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao, vertical and horizontal martial arts are simply not worth mentioning, how not to teach people to be uneven!

However, the spiritual root is innate, even if there is none, no matter how uneven it is, it is in vain, and these people can only accept their fate after being sad for a while.

About halfway through the test, An Yunla pulled Mo Tianwei, "Let's go!"

Mo Tianwei had nothing to do, and Murong Jue unexpectedly followed.

An Yun tested first, and it was indeed as he said, the golden fire twin spirit roots.

After that, Mo Tianwei stepped forward, and a strong purple light lit up on the spirit measuring stone, and immediately taught the people around him to understand that this was a single thunder spirit root with excellent qualifications.

Lin Zhaoxing is quite satisfied, the single thunder spirit root and the single gold spirit root are the most suitable for sword cultivation, should they worship under my sword sect, or Uncle Huo has vision, and Hongchen can also get back a piece of jade!

Ling Yunqi snorted lightly, but he didn't say anything, Linggen is such a natural thing, it is useless to say more.

Qiu Shuisu is still immersed in the sadness of failing to play the role of [Shi Goddess Stick] and can't extricate himself.

After her, it was Murong Jue.

Mo Tianwei, who has read the original book, knows that this guy is a wind and thunder twin spirit root, which is comparable to the qualifications of ordinary heavenly spirit roots, otherwise he would not be able to become the Nine True Legends.

Sure enough, the green and purple colors lit up on the spirit stone, and everyone was surprised again.

After that, about two quarters of an hour later, the rest of the people were all tested, and among the eighty-seven people in total, there were three Tianling Roots, namely Mo Tianwei of Shan Lei Linggen, Wu Taoran of Shan Shui Linggen, Jiang Wei of Shan Mu Linggen, eight people of Shuangling Root, An Yun, Murong Jue, Zhao family brothers and sisters, etc., twenty-five people of Three Spirit Roots, thirty people of Four Spirit Roots, and seventeen of Five Spirit Roots, and only four people unfortunately did not have spiritual roots.

Lin Zhaoxing ordered his disciples to take away the four people who had no spiritual roots, and immediately said loudly: "Please peep into the heavenly mirror, peek into the past, and shine the candle on the soul!"

Ling Yunqi and Qiu Shuisu finally ceased to be the background board, and said in unison: "Please peep into the heavenly mirror, peek into the past, and candle shine on the soul!"

Suddenly, the clear sky seemed to be torn open, a ray of golden light spilled out of the gap, and then a huge mirror squeezed out of the gap, hanging above everyone's heads, and for a time the gentle but not dazzling golden light rose like mist.

Standing in the golden light, Mo Tianwei couldn't help but hug her shoulders tightly, the feeling of being peeped at was too strong, I don't know if it was the psychological effect or the power of the peeping mirror, it was very unbearable to teach her this little secret.

Fortunately, the golden light did not last long, and in just ten breaths, it disappeared, and the Sky Mirror also sank into the gap again.

At the same time, a cold snort exploded in everyone's ears, and everyone looked around in astonishment, and heard someone exclaim: "Look, heaven!"

So they all looked together, it turned out that there was an extra white-clothed sword cultivator in the sky at some point, he stood by weakness, carrying a long sword, his eyes were like lightning, and he was not angry and self-threatening.

"Demon Palace, what a big guts!" The white-clothed sword cultivator didn't draw his sword, but just pointed at the sword like Qiu Shuisu, separated two wisps of sword light, and shot towards the two of them.

"Ahh

Mo Tianwei quickly looked around, and saw that the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family and some people from the Xiuzhen family were not shocked, obviously understanding the inside story, and couldn't help but sigh, the family was much stronger than her rootless duckweed in many aspects.

Where the sword light pointed, one person immediately fell to the ground, with a bloody hole in his eyebrows, obviously dead, but the other person blocked the sword light, and a wicked smile appeared on his immature face, "Minglan!"

When Ming Lan Zhenjun heard this voice, his brows furrowed slightly, "Heavenly Demon Left Envoy?"

"It's this seat!" A burst of black mist floated up, and a phantom appeared behind the boy he possessed, but it was an evil man, he touched the boy's hair bun with one hand, "The demon lord ordered me to pass the order, the matter of the corpse puppet sect, it won't be just like that!"

"Then let's come!" Minglan Zhenjun's face was expressionless, "My sword gate is fearless!"

It was originally a solemn declaration, but Mo Tianwei almost didn't laugh out loud.

Sensing her mood swings, An Yun asked in a low voice, "Ah Mo, are you okay?"

"It's okay......" Mo Tian held back a smile, this kind of laughter that only one person can get, it's really embarrassing to say!

"In that case, there will be a date later!"

Before Minglan Zhenjun could draw his sword again, the Heavenly Demon Left Envoy let out a long laugh, and the entire phantom exploded and turned into a cloud of black mist, wrapping the boy's body, and somehow disappeared, leaving behind a corpse - uh, a dry corpse.

Minglan Zhenjun is used to seeing life and death, so he naturally doesn't take it to heart - I don't know how many people die in the hands of demon cultivators every day, and if you want to lament a few words one by one, then you still cultivate a ghost!

He stood in the clouds and said to Lin Zhao: "Jing Zhao, bury it!"

Lin Zhaoxing: "Yes!"

However, they are commonplace, but this group of children who have just embarked on the path of cultivation is not like this.

There are those who are good friends with the boy, their hearts are frightened, and they are afraid that they have walked in front of the ghost gate; there are those who have a strong sense of justice, secretly gritting their teeth, and deeply hating the rampant devils; there are also those who are compassionate and compassionate, and are sad, and the meaning of the sudden birth of a rabbit and a dead fox; and there are also those who push themselves by others, lamenting that the road to cultivating the truth is really bumpy, and there is a danger of falling when they don't know when, so be cautious!

Minglan Zhenjun didn't have time to pay attention to everyone's complicated thoughts, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a boy with three spirit roots in his hand, his majestic gaze lingered on him, and then he showed a strange smile, and said, "You are not a member of my Sword Sect!"

When he had said this, he lingered no more, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as silently as he had come.

An Yun looked at the direction where Minglan Zhenjun disappeared in surprise, and wondered: "What's the matter with that person?"

Murong never spoke, he was a casual cultivator who accidentally embarked on the path of cultivation, and he didn't understand many secrets in the cultivation realm.

Mo Tianwei showed a hint of understanding, and said softly: "Xu is a reincarnated and recultivated power. ”

The two reacted immediately and agreed to the speculation.

"Looking at Zhenjun's demeanor, he is obviously acquainted with that great power. An Yun said, "It's just that I don't know which sect it is." ”

"And I'll inquire in the future, can this kind of thing still be hidden?"

Reincarnation and recultivation is a helpless choice for monks who are forced into a desperate situation, not a desperate situation, no one is willing to give up their hard-earned cultivation and infinite future, gambling on the glimmer of life that they don't know.

No one knows whether the next life will be able to grow up safely, whether it will be able to get immortal fate again, whether it will be able to awaken its memory, and whether it will be able to re-ascend the avenue.

However, these have nothing to do with Mo Tianwei, the three of them looked at each other, and felt that today was really a wave of waves, and it was just enough to see the legendary fierce Heavenly Demon Left Envoy, and even the rare reincarnation and recultivation could be encountered, which was really eye-opening.

After everyone calmed down, Lin Zhaoxing said with a smile: "According to the rules of my Sword Sect, all those who enter, regardless of their qualifications, will enter the outer gate, and what the future will be, it depends on your efforts in the future!"

Not only the Sword Sect, all the top sects have similar rules, if you want to rely on your talent and family background, find that second-class sect, is it possible that there will be a few Heavenly Spirit Roots?

Everyone came to apprentice, and naturally they had some understanding of the rules of the Sword Sect, and they all had no objections—it was useless if they had—and said in unison: "I will live up to my uncle's expectations!"

Lin Zhaoxing smiled, whether he lived up to his expectations will be known in the future.

He also ordered the outer gate steward to step forward and take all the newly baked outer disciples of the Sword Sect to the Qingyun Peak General Affairs Hall and assign them to the thirty-six peaks of the outer gate.

After everything was over, Lin Zhaoxing and the three of them did not stay in the outer gate for a long time, and returned to the inner gate together, and each went to his own cave.

Mo Tianwei, who followed the steward of the outer gate to leave, looked up at the three disappearing sword lights, squinting slightly, like a lazy big cat.

The prestige of Xuanhe Town in the Western Regions, dare to fight with the Demon Gate, the peak of the Sword Sect, like a fire cooking oil and flowers, but who knows, just more than a hundred years later, the towering Sword Domain wolf smoke is everywhere, and the luck of ten thousand years is once gone, and today's young people are devastated by each other.

Beauty is sad in the twilight, Lian Po is sad when he is old, and he is sad when he is prosperous - just because they are all fragile and beautiful.

I don't know, in the original book of "Immortal Demon Sword Master", the people of the Sword Sect, when they come to a dream at night, what kind of mood they are in when they recall the past years?

Mo Tian smiled slightly, and the warm sunlight fell on her face, as if it had gilded her.

"Amo, I don't know if we'll be divided into a peak. ”

An Yun's brows furrowed, a little worried - Ah Mo was the most powerful peer he had ever met, and he treated him well, and he didn't want to part with Ah Mo.

"It's not something we can decide. Mo Tian shrugged slightly, "I want to stay with you if possible!"

"Ahem!"

Mo Tianwei and An Yun looked at each other, and saw that Murong Jue tried his best to pretend that nothing happened, as if the cough just now was not intentional for him - but he didn't know that his ears were red.

Mo Tianwei rubbed An Yun with his shoulder, and the two immediately reached a consensus.

"Then let's talk about it, and I'll ask Uncle Steward if he can separate us together. An Yun said.

"Yes. Mo Tian nodded slightly.

Murong was so angry that he almost blew his lungs, these two bastards, have you forgotten him?! Compared to them, other people are more stupid, so he doesn't want to be with those people!

"Ahem!"

Mo Tian turned his head slightly, and asked with concern in Murong Jie's suppressed expectant gaze: "Ah Jue, are you sick?" I was also sick before, but I am uncomfortable, you need to take some medicine!"

Sick and sick, sick with you big-headed ghost! I'm a monk, how easy it is to get sick!

Murong Du glared at the two of them angrily, and said in an unnatural whisper: "You'll take me later!"

"Hmm?An Yun, did you just hear someone talk?" Mo Tianwei pretended to be dazed.

"Nope!"

"Hey, you two!" Murong Jue was furious, "Ah Mo, have you forgotten what bad things you did on the Qingyun Ladder?"

Mo Tianwei suddenly wilted-"Okay, okay, just kidding, it's not good to rise to the level of turning over old accounts!

Murong Jue smiled with satisfaction.