On the mountain road, many monks were climbing on the steps.
Some monks have tall bodies, powerful auras, majestic looks, and exude a domineering aura; some monks wear simple clothes and move around corners, seemingly too low-key to be any more low-key; some monks are only in their teens. The young man looks quite immature.
There are also monks with gray beards and frowns on their faces, looking decrepit and old.
There are also girls with willow-leaf eyebrows, red eyes, noses like hanging gallbladders, red lips and white teeth, delicate pink ears with transparent lines, high cloud hair, wearing yellow clothes and skirts, and they are also moving forward.
These monks have different expressions and varying levels of cultivation. The strongest has a half-step cultivation of qi, while the weakest only has cultivation of qi. However, they are climbing up one after another, seeking opportunities in the dark.
Every time he takes a step forward, some monks fall into a trance and fall into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks regained consciousness and continued to move forward;
But some monks fell into illusions and gradually lost themselves.
The steps are rising, and their progress is slowing down, each step is bumpy and difficult.
"ah!"
At this moment, a scream was heard. Along with the scream, a monk was pushed hard and rolled down the steps.
That monk has a handsome face and strong cultivation. He is a god-transforming monk.
After being suppressed with great force, this transformed god became extremely embarrassed, like a donkey rolling, falling straight down and rolling down the steps.
His robe was full of dust, his head was also full of dust, and his body was in a state of embarrassment. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen as he rolled down continuously. But compared to the injuries on his body, the despair of being suppressed after failing to reach the summit is even more heartbreaking and despairing.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
The transformed god was kneeling at the foot of the steps, stamping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground. His eyes were red and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Plop!
At this moment, there was another sound, and a strong force came down from the steps, and the sea water was still sweeping in, like a tidal wave. The monk was also pushed down the steps in an extremely embarrassing way, and rolled right in front of the god-transforming monk.
"I failed! I won't accept it!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator shouted unwillingly.
The cultivator who was originally crying and unwilling to give in, rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and he also became a loser.
He was the only loser who was originally alone, but now there is another unlucky ghost. However, the cultivator of the God Transformation stopped his grief and said with a smile: "My condolences, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never about eating better than others, but seeing others living more miserable lives than yourself.
The transformed god failed to climb the steps and felt inexplicably sad. But when he saw that a fellow Taoist had become his fellow disciple, he felt much relieved. His great sadness suddenly turned into five-point sadness, and he felt inexplicably much better.
In normal times, he would not even bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator, but now he is in a much better mood, and he comforts him: "Fellow Taoist, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists, and failure is the mother of success. This failure will not help us." No matter what, I will definitely succeed next time!”
Just after saying that, he smiled subconsciously.
If he doesn't believe the lies about success next time, he won't believe it either.
The Yuhua Sect's road to immortality is notoriously difficult. If you fail this time, you will definitely fail next time.
The Yuanying monk wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't cry for some reason. Instead, he said: "Fellow Taoist is right, but did you just fall down that step?"
The cultivator said: "I fell down the five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuanying monk said: "I'm not as good as fellow Taoist. I just failed fifty-three steps and was squeezed out!"
Monk Transformation God comforted him: "Fellow Taoist, please be more cautious for the time being. The road to cultivating immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps. Next time you will definitely surpass me."
"More than fellow Taoist, I hope!"
Monk Nascent Soul sighed slightly: "According to legend, when one reaches a thousand steps, one can become an outer disciple of the Yuhua Sect. But I don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of Transformation God shook his head and said: "The Yuhua Sect was once the number one immortal sect in the Purple Mansion Realm, with many monks ascending to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on the principle of "preferring to be lacking rather than being indiscriminate". If they are unqualified, they would rather not accept any of them. We will never do it because of the quality of the disciples. Not enough, lower the standards abruptly!”
"In the Yuhua Sect, there are three levels: outer disciple, inner disciple, and saint son. Only by breaking ten levels in a row and climbing a thousand steps can one become an outer disciple. At the peak of the Yuhua Sect, the outer disciple The number of disciples does not exceed 10,000, the number is too small!"
"Becoming an outer disciple of the Yuhua Sect, you have a five-level probability of attaining enlightenment and refining the void!"
"If you become an inner disciple, you have a five-level probability of becoming a harmonious disciple, and a three-level probability of becoming a powerful person who can transcend tribulations!"
"As for the Holy Sons of the Yuhua Sect, they have to break through eighteen levels in a row, which is too difficult. In the long history of the Yuhua Sect, there are only less than twenty Holy Sons. Many times, it would rather be empty than let the A certain waste became the Holy Son. The Yuhua Sect cannot afford to lose that person."
Monk Nascent Soul asked curiously: "Is there anyone in Zhongzhou who is so talented that he can become a Holy Son?"
The cultivator of the Transformation God sighed: "Not to mention becoming a saint son, not even one became an inner disciple, and only eight became outer disciples. But of the eight monks who passed the examination, four became strong Void Refiners, and two became powerful ones. Two of them have become half-steps of refining the void, and two of them have fallen!"
"It is very difficult to become the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect. You must have at least three levels of probability of becoming an immortal before you have any hope!"
"Not to mention becoming immortals, among the cultivators who transform themselves into gods, there are three levels of probability of becoming those who come to refine the void. How many of them are there!"
The Nascent Soul monk said: "It is said that this time, it will be the last time it is opened. Soon, the ruins will be opened violently! Unfortunately, many inheritances will be destroyed!"
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was another powerful surge, and another monk was pushed down the steps and rolled down.
The monk screamed in indescribable grief.
But the two monks couldn't help but feel happy when they saw that there was another unlucky guy.
When you share your pain with others, your pain will be reduced a lot and you will be a lot happier.
Plop!
Plop!
Like dumplings being dropped, the monks were rolled down one after another.
The potential of a monk is limited. When it reaches a certain point, it can no longer move forward.
If you come in forcefully, you will be pushed down.
Many people were not convinced, but they were slapped in the face again and again, which was extremely miserable.
These unfortunate ghosts looked at each other, and their originally depressed mood suddenly became much better.
There is no happiness in life better than this.
At this moment, the transformed god suddenly saw a monk in white clothes appear. He was tall and his aura exuded masculine energy, as pure as a burning furnace. He has a handsome face and elegant appearance, like a white-faced scholar. With a twinkle in his step, he climbed the steps.
Swish!
The speed is very fast, there is almost no pause, just a dozen breaths, it is to climb a hundred steps.
In the process of moving forward, there was no breath.
The transformed god was dumbfounded when he saw it: "He is moving fast, but it is unstable and cannot last long. In the later stage, the speed will definitely be much slower. At most, it will reach the 200th step, and the speed will slow down!"
This transformed god comforted himself in his heart.
But very quickly, the two hundred steps, the three hundred steps, the failure step, directly to the one thousand steps.
Buzz!
At the time of reaching a thousand steps, the speed has not slowed down at all.
"That is the projection of a leader of the Yuhua Sect. It has great power. He once defeated Taoist Bodhi. This person has met his opponent..."
The monk who transformed the gods explained.
But there was a bang in the void, and with a punch from the monk in white, the projection of the leader of the Ascension Sect was blown up on the spot.
The cultivator of the God Transformation was speechless, half of the lines he wanted to explain were stuck and he couldn't continue.
After reaching another level, another projection appeared.
"this……"
The monk who transformed the spirit explained again, this time he only said two words.
The projection was blown up again.
This time, it was just two punches.
Simple and crude, without any skills at all, just relying on domineering power and invincible means to suppress everything and destroy everything.
"His physique is too strong, his magic power is too strong, his speed is too strong, and his power is too fast... The projection can't withstand his blow at all!" Analyzed the cultivator, looking at the battle ahead, he commented. .
At the fifteenth level, the monk in white met his opponent, and the two sides fought fiercely.
However, the monk in white still had the upper hand, and after a fierce battle with hundreds of moves, he killed the projection.
This battle lasted for a relatively long time, and the monk transformed into a god had enough time to comment.
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On the mountain road, many monks are advancing.
Some monks have tall bodies, powerful auras, majestic looks, and exude a domineering aura; some monks wear simple clothes and move in the corners, seemingly too low-key to be more low-key; and some monks are only a dozen or so. Years old, he still looks like a teenager, still a little immature.
There are also monks with gray beards and frowns on their faces, a sign of old age.
There are also girls with willow-leaf eyebrows, red eyes, noses like hanging gallbladders, red lips and white teeth, delicate pink ears with transparent lines, high cloud hair, wearing yellow clothes and skirts, and they are also moving forward.
These monks have different expressions, and their auras vary from high to low. The strongest has half-step Qi training, and the weakest only has Qi training. However, they are climbing one after another, seeking opportunities in the dark.
But every time they took a step forward, some monks would fall into a trance and fall into the test of illusion.
After a while, some monks woke up and continued to move forward; but some monks fell into illusions and gradually lost themselves.
It's just that the steps are rising, and the speed of their progress is also slow. Every step is bumpy and difficult.
"ah!"
At this moment, a scream was heard, and along with the scream, a monk was pushed by a strong force and rolled down the steps.
That monk has a handsome face and strong cultivation. He is a god-transforming monk.
With the strong suppression, this transformed god was in an extremely embarrassed state, like a donkey rolling, falling straight down and rolling down the steps.
His robe was full of dust, his head was also full of dust, and his body was in quite a mess. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen after rolling down continuously. But compared to the injuries on his body, the despair of being suppressed after failing to reach the summit was even more disturbing. There is heartache and despair.
"I can not be reconciled!"
"Just a little bit!"
The transformed god was kneeling at the foot of the steps, stamping his feet and beating his chest, constantly slapping the ground. His eyes were red and his face was red.
Like an angry bull.
Plop!
At this moment, there was another sound, and a strong force came down from the steps, and the sea water was still sweeping in, like a tidal wave. The monk was also pushed down the steps in an extremely embarrassing way, and rolled right in front of the god-transforming monk.
"I failed! I won't accept it!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator shouted unwillingly.
The cultivator who was originally crying and unwilling to give in, rolled down when he saw a fellow Taoist, and he also became a loser.
He was the only loser who was originally alone, but now there is another unlucky ghost. However, the cultivator of the God Transformation stopped his grief and said with a smile: "My condolences, fellow Taoist!"
Happiness is never about eating better than others, but seeing others living more miserable lives than yourself.
The transformed god failed to climb the steps and felt inexplicably sad. But when he saw that a fellow Taoist had become his fellow disciple, he felt much relieved. His great sadness suddenly turned into five-point sadness, and he felt inexplicably much better.
In normal times, he would not even bother to talk to a Nascent Soul cultivator, but now he is in a much better mood, and he comforts him: "Fellow Taoist, victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists, and failure is the mother of success. This failure will not help us." No matter what, I will definitely succeed next time!”
Just after saying that, he smiled subconsciously.
If he doesn't believe the lies about success next time, he won't believe it either.
The Yuhua Sect's road to immortality is notoriously difficult. If you fail this time, you will definitely fail next time.
The Yuanying monk wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't cry for some reason. Instead, he said: "Fellow Taoist is right, but did you just fall down that step?"
The cultivator said: "I fell down the five hundred and thirty-two steps!"
The Yuanying monk said: "I'm not as good as fellow Taoist. I just failed fifty-three steps and was squeezed out!"
Monk Transformation God comforted him: "Fellow Taoist, please be more cautious for the time being. The road to cultivating immortality is always bumpy. This time there are more than 400 steps. Next time you will definitely surpass me."
"More than fellow Taoist, I hope!"
Monk Nascent Soul sighed slightly: "According to legend, when one reaches a thousand steps, one can become an outer disciple of the Yuhua Sect. But I don't know how many people will be able to climb the steps this time!"
The cultivator of Transformation God shook his head and said: "The Yuhua Sect was once the number one immortal sect in the Purple Mansion Realm, with many monks ascending to immortality. The assessment of disciples is based on the principle of "preferring to be lacking rather than being indiscriminate". If they are unqualified, they would rather not accept any of them. We will never do it because of the quality of the disciples. Not enough, lower the standards abruptly!”
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
