The Taoist was meditating to himself: "If you can't conquer a cloud before dawn, you will go to the Sutra Library and be punished by copying the "Tao Shuo" 30,000 times."
Thirty thousand times?
Everyone was shocked.
"What's so difficult about this, haha."
The disciple who mocked Kong Yun was already seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was also very talented. He jumped off the Taoist's cloud head and fell into the white clouds.
Everyone was surprised, but saw that the disciple did not fall off the clouds and stood firmly, as if walking on flat ground, and their faces suddenly showed joy.
The cloud head can stand!
Xue mistakenly glanced at Kong Yun. Kong Yun was thoughtful. The two looked at each other, feeling something strange.
At this time, in addition to Class B, Class A, and Class C disciples also arrived one after another, hundreds of them.
The other disciples could not hold back and jumped down from the cloud. However, they did not expect that the soles of their feet would slip and they would pass through a layer of mist and fall from the cloud.
"ah!!"
The disciple screamed in fear, fell hundreds of feet, and smashed into a cloud.
It turned out that there were a few clouds under the clouds, which seemed to be specially designed to pick up the fallen disciples.
The disciple looked up with a pale face, only to see a long and endless cloud staircase falling from the sky.
And if he wants to go back, he will probably have to climb from sunrise to midday. But with such a bumpy back and forth, when will he be able to catch the cloud?
Xue Cuo threw a stone on the cloud, and the stone fell down. Kong Yun also threw a stone, and the stone fell down.
Both of them frowned and glanced at each other.
The feathers on Kong Yun's face have disappeared, and his face is very delicate, making it impossible to tell his gender.
Kong Yundao: "Why don't fellow Taoists jump?"
Xue Cuo clasped his fists humbly and said in a clear voice: "I don't dare. Brother Kong Yun looks older than me. He is the eldest brother. He should jump first."
Kong Yun: "Hey, junior brother, please come first."
Xue Cuo firmly refused, and Kong Yun was also very polite.
The two young children seemed to be very understanding and humble, but they both snorted in their hearts and said to themselves: This kid is really despicable!
Kong Yun was born as a demon cultivator, and Xue Cuo specialized in talismans. They both saw that the clouds contained changes in yin and yang.
The first disciple jumped down, but the formation did not move. The second disciple fell at the same position and dropped a cloud, indicating that the cloud had just turned to a negative number...
However, the formation of stone mortal objects does not work. If you want to land safely, it is best to find someone to jump down to measure the negative and positive numbers, and then jump right after.
It's a pity that there are only two people left on the cloud.
Xue Cuo didn't start his abacus, touched his nose and asked: "Fellow Taoist, have you seen this cloud head formation?"
Kong Yun looked ashamed: "I didn't see it either."
Both of them smiled falsely: "It's so complicated that I can't understand it. Do you understand? I don't understand, I don't understand."
Two little kids were squatting on the top of the cloud. Xue Cuo thought for a while and poked Kong Yun with his elbow: "Brother Kong Yun, the sky is getting darker. It's not an option for us to have a stalemate like this. I have an idea. Do you think it will work?" "
Kong Yun was immediately alert and said with a smile: "Don't try to trick me."
Xue Cuo patted his chest in assurance, and then whispered a few words into Kong Yun's ear. Unexpectedly, Kong Yun became furious: "No way!"
Xue Cuo said: "Are you too fat to fly?"
Kong Yun had eaten a little too much recently and his wings were slightly plump. When Xue Cuo poked him in a painful spot, he immediately jumped on his feet.
Of course Xue Cuo didn't tolerate him. The two little boys were angry with each other and started fighting in the clouds.
Xue Cuo, whoops, got two panda eyes. Seeing that Kong Yun was fighting harder and harder, how could he overwhelm the fat demon at such a young age? He quickly summoned Zhang Yufengfu and blew himself out.
The sudden strong wind blew Xue Cuo away. From a distance, Kong Yun could still be seen jumping on the clouds. Then it turned into some kind of monster, flapped its wings and flew into the clouds. Xue Cuo rubbed his eyes hard, but the wind blew him too far away and he couldn't see clearly.
Xue Cuo did not dare to fall on the clouds, so he had to rely on the wind talisman. When it was about to fall, it immediately blew up, making the leaves flutter.
Fortunately, he usually painted a lot casually and could withstand the consumption.
In addition to Xue Cuo, there are also other monks on the cloud who show their magical powers.
The monks who have just reached the realm-building stage cannot control the spirit treasures that fly in the wind. If they know some miscellaneous knowledge, they can find another way.
The little girl with snake hair next to Gu Rujie, Lu Chanchan, is a master of miscellaneous studies. She is young but knows a lot. She closed the jade slip and made plans: "Okay, Senior Brother Gu, you can jump on that cloud after ten breaths." .”
Gu Ruhui hummed and clasped his fists: "Thank you, Junior Sister Lu."
Lu Chanchan fell from the top of the cloud and was walking on the ground in mid-air. She had already prepared a plan for her family, but it was only because of Gu Rujie that she delayed setting off. At this time, she waved her hands and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I'm leaving first."
Gu Ruhui smiled softly and nodded.
Xue Cuo was floating in the air. He was light in weight and drifted with the wind, but he never stayed on the clouds.
As for the monks who were lucky enough to land, white clouds began to appear everywhere.
First, find a place where the clouds are rising and the clouds are white and soft, tear off a cloud and cut it into a suitable size, then ride on it and try out the feeling.
It sounds simple, but most monks fail at the first step.
After those white clouds are torn off by violence, they always run away in all directions. Their figures are so flexible that they are impossible to catch.
Secondly, even if they are caught, they all seem to have their own minds and cannot live or die together.
Some disciples discovered that Yun Qi seemed to have spiritual intelligence, so they began to use intimidation, coercion, burning and other methods to perform sacrifices and force Bai Yun into a ball.
The first disciple who succeeded rode a white cloud and passed by at a high speed. When the remaining monks saw it, they followed suit and took out eighteen weapons and tortured them. Don't you obey? If you don’t obey, you will be refined!
The clouds also quietly changed.
Xue Cuo used the wind talisman to fly and fly, leisurely like a wisp of wind, flying out of the clouds and flying down.
Some monks saw it and wanted to imitate it, but the talisman paper they drew could only summon a ray of breeze, let alone blow people up, so they gave up angrily and thought to themselves: That's where the talisman repair is useful! snort!
Xue Cuo held his head with both hands, and like a top, he plunged into the clouds and emerged from the other side of the clouds.
Feeling that the wind was getting weaker, Xue Cuo took out another wind-controlling talisman from his arms. After thinking about it, he simply took out a star-shielding moon talisman. Using the two talismans together, the roaring wind carried the echo of the tide.
The stars cover the moon, and the goddess looks back.
A faint shadow flashed by, but it brought a vast ocean of Taoist charm. After Feng Shui met, and the sun came out again, a rainbow bridge was built on the clouds.
Xue Cuo found that many clouds gathered after him, surrounding the water vapor on his body.
The clouds circled closely around him, wearing a white cloud vest for him. The vest became thicker and thicker, changing from a thin shirt in summer to a jacket in winter.
At this moment, the clouds suddenly shook violently, and the milky white clouds rolled and twisted, seeming extremely angry.
The thick clouds twisted and grew, forming strange-looking giants with six arms and four heads.
The giants were wrapped in strong winds and had tangled muscles. The smallest ones were as tall as a pavilion. As soon as these giants took shape, they jumped on the clouds and looked around. When they saw the monks, they immediately roared and strode away in groups.
The new monks are only in the realm-building stage, and those giants are as tall as the walls of the pavilion, and they are not afraid of ordinary magic!
A monk who was making clouds with fire sacrifices was shocked. The giant grabbed him and swallowed him in his mouth. Then he fell out of his butt and was picked up by another giant and thrown out violently!
The clouds burned by the fire were as thin as gauze and trembled slightly. The giant showed pain on his face. He carefully picked up the clouds and stuffed them into his chest. He reached into the thick clouds with his big hands and pinched out a huge mace.
"Huh-huh-"
There was a strong wind in the clouds.
The mace giants intercepted the monks everywhere, and many disciples were knocked away with one stick. Some of the disciples who were slightly more powerful were unable to defeat the four-handed disciples with their fists, and were beaten by a group of giants with their big feet.
First-class Lang Cui and Zhuo Qingyuan were admiring Tian Kun when they were startled by the shaking sound: "What's going on?"
Lang Cui coughed twice, her face pale and sickly: "I'm afraid I've angered the God in the Cloud."
Zhuo Qingyuan said: "The little Mao Shen gave him a place to live. Instead of being grateful, he hurt me, a monk in the Taoist Palace. How can it be unreasonable?"
Lang Cui shook his head: "No matter how small Mao Shen is, he is still a god, not to mention that you and I may not be able to defeat him in this cloud."
Zhuo Qingyuan snorted, his voice confident and clear: "How do you know if you don't try?"
Lang Cui took a step back and Zhuo Qingyuan said: "Xiao Cui, what do you mean?"
Lang Cui's face twitched. If he hadn't been well behaved enough, he would have made a mistake with Zhuo Qingyuan on the spot. He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief: "I stepped back because I hope you don't splash on my shoes when you were beaten and vomited blood. "
Zhuo Qingyuan was even more disbelieving: "Little God Mao, let me show you a good show today!"
The giants in the clouds were killing everyone, and the monks were thrown from the clouds like dumplings. Those who resisted immediately summoned the giants to resist angrily, and pulled out a bunch of vicious weapons from the clouds, beating the monks without the ability to fight back.
Xue Cuo squatted in the corner, motionless.
Suddenly, a black shadow fell in front of him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The man's face was pale. When he saw Xue Cuo, he was surprised and said, "It's you?!"
Xue Cuo also recognized him: "Xiao Feng."
They had not seen each other since they parted ways in Xiantian Village, but Xue Cuo had not forgotten what Xiao Feng had done, and he did not expect that he could actually enter the Taoist Palace.
Xiao Feng also looked very ugly. He gained nothing from studying the "Book of Heaven" he obtained last time. He dedicated the "Book of Heaven" to the sect with the intention of claiming credit, and only then got this opportunity to climb to the Taoist Palace.
Unexpectedly, there are many immortal sects in this place and the hierarchy is so strict that he can't even find a way to please people.
You can only rely on yourself, but the entrance examination is so difficult and dangerous, and every white cloud turns out to be a killer!
Sao Feng forced a smile: "Little fellow Taoist, save me!"
Xue Cuo retreated. He thought he didn't retreat much, so he jumped back.
Xiao Feng: "..."
The giant's footsteps approached, and Sao Feng looked frightened. He reached in with a big hand, touched the outermost part of Sao Feng, and lifted it up.
Sao Feng was heartbroken and shouted: "There are still people inside! There are still people!"
Xue Cuo's face changed slightly, cold sweat broke out, and he squeezed himself into the white clouds.
The big hand pinched Xiao Feng, and threw it casually, and threw it out of the sky. After a moment of silence, a big head came in with a fierce look. He looked around, but did not find the monk.
When he saw the person hiding in the corner, he couldn't help but be startled and let out a dissatisfied cry, but the murderous aura gradually dissipated.
He saw a small, skinny little Yunren squatting in the corner, only as big as his finger. He seemed to be malnourished.
Xue Cuo was covered in white clouds and did not dare to move. After a while, he quietly raised his head and met a pair of huge eyes.
The giant's face was like a stone statue, and its eyes were like clay sculptures. There were only lines. The lines blinked, and suddenly pinched Xue Cuo and pinched him out of the corners.
Xue Cuo looked up.
Seven or eight god-like giants holding swords, guns and clubs lowered their heads to watch him.
Xue Cuo's legs softened and he sat gently on the ground.
The giant behind him tilted his head, suddenly realized, and said to his companion: "Huh-huh-"
(New student, probably scared)
The giant put a finger on Xue Cuo, helped him up, and patted the little giant's butt in a feigned manner.
"Huhu——"
(Coward, let’s go)
The wind was so loud that it threatened to blow the white clouds off Xue Cuo's body. Xue Cuo quickly wrapped up the white clouds tightly, pointed to the distance, and clasped his fists: "——Huhu——"
Xue Cuo was walking in the opposite direction. Suddenly, a big finger poked in front of him and stopped him. Xue Cuo stopped and turned around in fear, saying as loudly as a gnat: "Huh?"
The giant laughed loudly and put Xue Cuo on his shoulders.
Xue Cuo: Uncle Jian, save me!
