Beyond the Divine States Chapter 253: : Youge Pulling Spirits
Ancient Lingzong, Taisha Mountain, and the Hall of Trials.
Outside the hall, the ascetics entered the house for the first time.
Ancient Lingzong’s ten peaks and ten veins, each peak has two churches, each church has about ten young disciples, and a generation of young monks totals more than two hundred.
More than two hundred cultivators can really be promoted to the ancient spirit sect, but there are more than 20 people, and the other disciples may return to the human dynasty, or go to the other small sects of the ancient spirit sect to take office.
The disciples who pass the Spiritual Reaching Club can participate in the Spiritual Valley Conference.
The rules of the Spirit Pulling Club are very simple, that is, there is a Netherworld General who sits in the You Pavilion. There are thousands of swords inserted in the You Pavilion. Each sword has a different character. The disciple must pull it out within 20 breaths. Any sword, otherwise the general of the Netherworld will make a move and send that disciple out of the Youge.
There are nothing more than two things in this process. One is vision and sense. Everyone has different ways of cultivating luck, and the swords of fit are also different. In the same realm, some swords may be easy to draw, while others are exhausting. Strength is of no avail.
The second is the realm. If the realm is too low and the temperament is too bad, even if you pick the sword that suits you best, you can't do anything. On the contrary, if your cultivation is sufficient, no matter which one you handle, you should be confident.
Twenty disciples of Mutang gathered outside the quiet pavilion of the Trial Hall.
Yu Jin gently pulled Ning Xiaoling's sleeve, worrying: "It's embarrassing to not enter because of my talent and realm. I heard that the ghost will be scary."
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said seriously: "It's okay, just go in and close your eyes and stand for a while and then come out."
Yu Jin said bitterly: "Then I can't accompany you to the Linggu Conference?"
Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while, and said in confusion: "Have you thought about going with me?"
Yu Jin was hit harder, she thought for a while, lowered her voice and said: "Why don't you go in and put two, and then hide one, then I will go in and pick it up..."
Ning Xiaoling made an interruption gesture and said helplessly: "If I do this, I can indeed accompany you outside."
Yu Jin sighed, and found that cultivation was really boring. There was so much money that couldn't be solved.
The richness of money can make ghosts punish the ghosts. Sure enough, they refer to the ghosts with low morals... How can these big ghosts be so high-spirited.
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The disciples entered the Youge one by one.
They all came out very quickly.
The one who pulls out the sword is fast, and the one who gives up is also fast. Only those who can't improve their cultivation level will have to try twenty breaths before they are willing to come out.
On the high platform of the Test Spirit Pavilion, an elderly man was sitting next to a precision copper water drop timer, smiling and stroking his beard, watching them enter it one by one.
"This generation of young people is not inferior to the previous generation." The old man said sincerely.
"Because this generation has a bright corridor, so Uncle Master looks at them a lot?" The man next to him joked.
The old man said: "It's not true, it's just joy in my heart. Over the past few hundred years, I have watched that one generation is better than one generation."
The man smiled and asked: "With the eyesight of the uncle, can you guess whether every disciple can draw a sword?"
The old man pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "Not only is it possible, I can also count a few breaths."
The man knows the old man's magical powers, so he doesn't doubt it at all.
Suddenly there was a commotion in the Trial Hall.
A man in a white robe and a belt of abundance of spirits calmly walked out of the crowd and walked towards You Pavilion.
"This person is the bright corridor." The man said.
The old man nodded gently: "I entered the Purple Garden at the age of 22. Looking at the history of the ancient spirit sect, it is rare to see. The future generations are terrible, but I don't know how the path will be in the future."
The man laughed and said: "The world is unpredictable in a long time, but there is no suspense in the Linggu Grand Competition this time."
The old man smiled lightly and nodded lightly.
Minglang walked into the quiet pavilion.
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
The water drop behind him rang four times.
Time Gallery has already drawn his sword.
The sword is faintly rusty, but the sword light is quiet, as if no one has pulled it out for many years.
Minglang's complexion is not pleasantly surprised.
He just did four things.
Enter the door, take a deep look at the ghost sitting on the high platform like a Buddha statue, draw a sword, and go out.
Things and flows.
The only thing he regrets is that when he saw the ghost general, he still felt a little oppressive in his heart.
But it's not to blame for his inability to cultivate his mind.
In the entire ancient spirit school, there are no more than three ancient ghosts enshrining warmth and nurturing.
Respectively in Youge, Jiudufu, and Tianming Hall.
Thousands of years ago, they were all generals who killed millions of creatures under the seat of the king of the underworld. They carried the Ghost Mound Sword gifted by the king of the underworld, and wore the armor of the gods, which was made by the goddess and quenched by the red lotus. . Although the **** front is broken and the iron armor is broken, they are no longer what they used to be, and they can only live and breathe here, but the meaning of ancient and killing in them still makes people palpitation.
Most of the disciples who walked into it didn't have the courage to take a look at this hero.
If Ming Corridor didn't take a look at him, he could have a quick breath.
After him, the rest of the people's sense of anticipation has also weakened a lot.
Although there are also disciples who have high talents and drew their swords within the five breaths, the rank of that sword cannot be compared to Ming Corridor.
Almost one out of every ten disciples can draw a sword and walk out.
The disciples of the Netherline are the strongest. In a group, there are five of them out of twenty.
Yu Jin sighed and said: "If the total number of disciples remains the same, then it must be one and the other."
Her words were fulfilled mercilessly.
The other group in the Yuling line tried all of them, but no one could draw the sword.
Mr. Ling said his face was gloomy.
Soon, it was their turn.
Their Mr. Ling also looked solemn.
She knows her disciples very well. Among these disciples, even a young age may not be able to draw the sword successfully, because the assessment of pulling the spirit is not only the realm, but also the proficiency of the ancient spiritual school's mental method.
She has only been here for half a year after all, more than a year later than the other disciples who came from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The old man standing in front of the timing hourglass watched the disciples of Yuling's line come out empty-handed one by one, and sighed with a smile: "The younger generation is pitiful."
The man glanced indifferently, and said: "There is really no need to watch."
The old man standing on the high platform nodded slightly. When he turned to leave, a trembling little girl walked out empty-handed. She held another girl in a white skirt and cried a few words. The girl comforted her. After that, he walked towards You Pavilion calmly.
The old man said: "This girl is good. She has a long life at a young age, and it is not easy, and I don't know how solid this cultivation is."
"Longevity Upper Realm?" The man was slightly startled, and said: "If the opportunity is right, she might be another bright corridor."
The old man smiled: "It is not unreasonable that the Longevity Realm and the Purple Ting Realm are called Heaven and Earth Gravity. Think about how long it took you to break the boundary."
The man shyly said: "It took seven years."
This is already fast.
When Ning Xiaoling walked in, the old man closed the coffin and said: "This girl can come out at most seven breaths."
Man will not be suspicious.
Tick, tick, tick...
After seven breaths, the gate of You Pavilion remained calm.
The man gave a soft hey, even the old man at the pinnacle of the Purple Garden frowned.
What is going on here?
In a blink of an eye, ten breaths have passed.
Mr. Ling is also getting more and more nervous. I don’t know what is going on with Xiaoling. With her realm, even if she doesn’t pick the best sword in the first time, she will come out with a few more attempts and some effort. ,What's going on here? Does she have to smash to death?
In the quiet pavilion, an unexpected scene appeared.
Ning Xiaoling walked into the pavilion.
You Pavilion is like a small world. It is much larger than what you can see outside. As soon as you entered, thousands of swords slammed into the line of sight. It looked like an iron full of nails. board.
The lead-grey mist filled the quiet pavilion, whether it was tangible or intangible.
Ning Xiaoling felt an inexplicable familiarity in her heart, as if she had returned to Linhe City at that time.
It's just that the sense of oppression of the ancient city eternal night, and the red moon headed by the head, has disappeared without a trace.
In the center of the thousands of spirit swords, one seemed to be condensed from gray mist, with broken limbs and heavy armor, carrying a ghostly heavy sword, sitting in the middle, and the undulating mist around him seemed to breathe.
The ghost general seems to be just one.
A skinny old man decorated with iron armor and heavy swords gives people the illusion that they can live for thousands of years.
Ning Xiaoling took a look, and was about to withdraw her gaze to draw out her own sword, but the heavy and rough sound of drawing the sword sounded first.
In the thick mist, Ming Jiang opened his eyes.
They looked at each other through the grey mist.
Ning Xiaoling's heart is horrified.
Fortunately, the gaze of the prince did not bring hostility, but rather... the kindness towards the younger generation. Soon, this kindness also dissipated and turned into awe.
Next, she found that Pluto not only opened his eyes, but also raised his withered arms, stretched out behind him, and slowly drew out the sword that was bestowed by Pluto and had been silent for a thousand years.
The Spirit Pulling Conference is held every year. Every sword here has been pulled out many times, but only the Pluto handle has not been unsheathed again for thousands of years.
It's always there, like a statue of one with the goddess.
Even the most arrogant disciple in hundreds of years, never thought of pulling it out.
But today, Ming Jiang awoke and drew out this ancient sword himself.
Following his movements, the mist in Youge separated like waves, cutting out a path of clarity between her and the Underlord.
"Onizuka." Ming Jiang spoke slowly.
This is the name of the sword.
He drew out the sword, holding the hilt in one hand and the blade in the other, holding it in front of Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be scared or shocked at this moment, but after a brief period of horror, there was only peace in her heart.
She looked at the sword, and didn't understand why Pluto would do it.
"Onizuka." Ming Jiang repeated it again.
His words were heavy and sincere, as if he hoped that she would have this sword under his control.
Ning Xiaoling stretched out her hand subconsciously, but when she touched the sword, she shrank slightly like an electric shock. She struggled, and finally shook her head and declined: "Senior, I can't accept it."
She can feel that her current state cannot drive this sword at all.
And she walked out with this sword, not knowing how to end it. This is troublesome.
She is afraid of trouble.
Pluto knows what she wants, and regretfully retracts the sword.
Ning Xiaoling bowed and bowed earnestly.
Thousands of swords here shook together.
They all seemed to want to leave the stone trough and were taken away by Ning Xiaoling.
Ning Xiaoling was a little embarrassed, she carefully selected a few, and finally fell in love with a sword with a pitch-black blade.
After pulling it out, Ning Xiaoling regretted it a little.
This sword is actually a broken sword.
This is the sword to be taken to participate in the Linggu Contest...
She is a little bit depressed.
Outside the Youge, the timing object has ticked eighteen times, and the old man's brows are frowning.
Under the wooden hall, said Mr. Ling's hands are also full of sweat.
Yu Jin also held her breath, her heart tense and contradictory. I hope that Ning Xiaoling can pull out the sword, and hope that if she comes out empty-handed, she can go shopping together...
Finally, at the twentieth breath, the girl's figure was outlined.
Said Mr. Ling looked at her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
She holds a broken sword in her hand.
It took so long...The sword looked mediocre.
But it came out with the sword somehow, better than the one next door who didn't go. Mr. Shuo Ling lamented in his heart, and he was not satisfied with the result.
On the high platform, the man looked at the little girl and smiled: "Unexpectedly, the old gentleman would look away."
The old man is notoriously good-tempered, and he is not angry at the jokes of the younger generation.
The old man rubbed his frowning brows, smiled and sighed: "I'm getting older, and my eyes are indeed dim."
The man glanced at the broken sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand, looking disappointed.
The sword commissioner was really mediocre. I didn't expect that a long-lived upper realm would only pick such one.
"No wonder sir, but also the blame for this little girl's state of being too vain, such a building in the air, looks better, but in fact, it is detrimental in the long run. A month later, Linggu is more than wanting to come to her. It’s just to make up the number of people."
The old man twirled his beard and smiled, still worrying about his dim eyes, and he doesn't comment on it.