Chapter 402 Are you asking your disciples to die?

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Empress Luo Ying.

The fourth empress in history died 600,000 years ago.

Jiang Taihao was not in a hurry to check the function of the futon, but let his little girl feel the breath on the futon.

"How are you? How do you feel?" Lin Fan asked.

"It's my mother's breath, the origin is exactly the same."

"Weird thing."

Lin Fan felt a little strange.

In fact, some powerful monks can change their own breath, but no matter how they change, the origin of the breath cannot be changed.

The origin is the key to determining the breath. The origin does not change, after all, it is just a person.

He suddenly became a little suspicious.

Could it be that these ten empresses are actually the same person?

He didn't dare to imagine.

If that were the case, that would be terrible.

Because all empresses have made achievements in one realm. If it is really one person, this person has cultivated all realms to the peak?

horrible.

"That's not right. If you don't become an immortal, you won't be able to live this long after all."

Lin Fan felt a little irritable.

Because they did not become immortals, all great emperors only had a life span of a little over ten thousand years.

There have been thirty great emperors since ancient times, and no one can escape this law.

This is a limitation of heaven and earth. If you want to solve it, there is only one way, and that is to become an immortal.

"I watched them die one by one and then transformed." Lin Fan said to himself.

He has seen too many people die. After reaching the Mahayana stage, it is difficult to even have a body left behind after death. It will turn into a great avenue and return to the world.

Because all the great emperors want to unite the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, after they unite the Great Dao, the Dao will be incomplete.

So after they die, their bodies will turn into the Great Dao.

The ten empresses must be dead, there is no doubt about it.

"Is it reincarnation?"

This question also made Lin Fan a little confused.

There has never been a final conclusion about reincarnation. No one knows whether reincarnation really exists in this world.

Most likely not.

Therefore, the possibility of reincarnation was also ruled out by Lin Fan.

He felt a little headache and couldn't understand something, so he didn't think much about it.

"Let's see what this futon can do." Lin Fan picked up the futon, and then the futon suddenly disappeared.

"Brother, let us also see the function of the futon!" someone said depressedly.

"I didn't take it away, it disappeared by itself!"

"Nonsense!"

"What did you do to lie to me!"

Lin Fan was too lazy to explain anything, so he left the restriction and went back by himself.

However, he was still a little confused.

Where did the futon go?

"Dad, you really didn't take that futon away? I feel like it's inside your body." Yuanyuan asked.

"In my body?"

Lin Fan took a look, and sure enough!

My own Nascent Soul was actually sitting on a small futon at this time, and was currently meditating.

Lin Fan didn't even realize that Futon had made Nascent Soul start practicing!

"There are remnants of Empress Luo Ying's Taoism on it, which can help me understand the method of breakthrough!" Lin Fan was overjoyed!

He finally found a way to break through to the eleventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage!

After breaking through, his Nascent Soul can become extremely tough, fight like a real person, and be incomparably powerful!

The Nascent Soul is the Divine Soul, and all magical techniques actually come from the Divine Soul, so when the Nascent Soul fights, the speed and reaction will be faster!

Lin Fan felt happy in his heart, and he was a little grateful to Empress Luo Ying back then.

A person died, but he still thought about himself and left such a good thing behind.

He practiced for several days, and after a few days, someone finally allowed everyone to enter Empress Luo Ying's cave.

"It's about to start!" Everyone was excited.

However, today is not the beginning of the competition, but the test first and then the age of those competing.

According to the regulations, those participating in the competition must not be over 500 years old.

Within five hundred years, there are basically some Nascent Soul stage monks, so this is only fair.

Some people will say, how is this fair? Within five hundred years, great geniuses and ordinary geniuses are not on the same line at all!

There's no way around it, because this game is originally a test of a sect's genius. It determines whether a sect can become a new blessed place based on its overall prospects and strength.

The sect that wins in the end can become a new blessed land. At that time, powerful people will come to take away this dragon vein and give it to that sect!

"It's time to test our age. Are we too old?"

Several apprentices were a little worried.

Because they are cultivating in that space and don’t know time.

"Don't worry, he's still young." Lin Fan said with a smile.

Then, he brought his disciples and elders over.

Originally, Jian Wushuang also wanted to participate, but Lin Fan asked him to endure it and continue to practice the method that was not known to be good or bad. Jian Wushuang could only nod.

They arrived at the empress's cave. Many arenas had been set up here. Several people were standing on the arena, and other monks lined up in a row to let them touch the bones.

Lin Fan came forward with his disciples, but those few people did not realize that Lin Fan was the sect leader and touched Lin Fan's bones.

In just an instant, the monk's face turned pale and his lips were trembling.

"A...more than a million years old?"

He does know that monks can hide their age, but usually he will see through it!

I just didn't expect that this guy could hide it so well. Not only did he change his bone age, but he also changed it to more than a million years old!

"Others want to change so much, but they don't have the ability. Young man, how did you do it?" the man asked in surprise.

"I have only lived this long, and I am the leader of the sect. I don't need to participate. Just let us disciples participate." Lin Fan said with a smile.

Then, let your disciples come out.

"The sect leader will also compete." The man who touched the bones reminded.

To create a blessed place, many factors are needed, including geniuses and strong men.

Generally speaking, the sect leader is the most powerful being in a sect, and the sect leader's combat power must reach the god transformation stage.

"Okay, let's test it on my disciples first."

After he finished speaking, Liu Ye walked up first.

After looking at Liu Ye's bone age, the monk's face turned ugly again.

"Forty-seven!"

"What? Forty-seven years old!"

Someone looked over.

"Who is this? A forty-seven-year-old kid comes to compete?" Everyone looked like they were watching the fun.

Forty-seven years old, in the eyes of mortals, he is already middle-aged.

However, for these great monks, forty-seven is really too young.

Monks can easily live for thousands of years! At forty-seven, this is just the beginning.

The person who hosted the room felt that Lin Fan was a little fooling around.

"What is such a young disciple doing here? Let him die!?"

Willow Ye was also a little surprised.

He did not expect that he had cultivated to the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Stage and was now only forty-seven years old!

Doesn't this mean that the time he practiced in that room was actually only thirty-one or twelve years?

"I'm such a genius!" He exclaimed. Now he finally understood how accurate Lin Fan's vision was.

Everyone said before that they were all useless and did not have any talent for cultivation.

However, Lin Fan said that they were all geniuses.

At that time, how many people were laughing at Lin Fan?

Almost everyone regarded Lin Fan's words as farts! I think what Lin Fan said is very ridiculous!

But now, it only took him thirty-three years to break through to the eighth level of the Nascent Soul stage!

This kind of speed is definitely top-notch on the mainland!

The master was right, he was indeed a peerless genius!

"If there is no one in your sect, don't come to participate in the competition. Otherwise, if your disciples die, we will not be responsible!" the man said.

They are from the organizers and come from some blessed place.

"It doesn't matter, we are here to win! Don't worry, I will definitely show mercy when I meet your disciple." Liu Ye chuckled, a little embarrassed.

Everyone laughed!

This guy is really interesting.

A forty-seven-year-old boy, no matter how powerful he is, is at best a monk in the foundation-building stage!

It's really ridiculous that a young monk in the foundation building stage actually said that he would be merciful to their disciples.

"Okay, okay, then we'll wait and wait for you to show mercy!" Someone said with a mocking look on his face.

When the willow leaves pass, it is the language of water.

Shuiyu is a little older, but not by much.

"Fifty-two years old."

"Fifty-two years old!"

Everyone looked over again.

A forty-seven-year-old came just now, and now a fifty-two-year-old comes?

Why are they all here to die now?

"I feel sorry for this fairy. She is so young and is about to be tricked into working for her life." Someone sighed and said.

Fifty-two years old, at most he only has the cultivation level of the foundation building period.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm here to make our sect a blessed place!" Shui Yu said angrily.

Everyone shook their heads, feeling that Shui Yu was a little dazed.

"Do you know who you are facing?" someone said.

Shui Yu nodded and said, "I know, the participants are basically some Nascent Soul stage monks."

"You know you're here to die?" Everyone thought it was a bit ridiculous, and felt that Shui Yu was disrespectful.

"I'm too lazy to tell you more."

As Shui Yu continued, other disciples came up.

Both are forty-seven years old.

These children are all about the same age.

Everyone is a little suspicious now.

"These people are not from the same sect, right?"

"That's right. It is estimated that only the same sect master can bear to let his own genius disciple die!"

"I'm afraid this sect leader doesn't have any grudge against his disciples!" Someone snickered.

Lin Fan listened quietly and said nothing.

Next, there are several elders.

First, the three elders at the back came up, all about a hundred years old.

Then, there are the first elder and the second elder.

"One hundred and fifty years old."

Lin Fan was stunned when he saw this number.

One hundred and fifty years old?

They've been away for three years and they're now one hundred and fifty years old?