The middle-aged monk put them down and flew away without mentioning their names. Chen Mo glanced around and found that there were about a hundred monks who had washed their marrow here. He also found a few in the crowd. Familiar faces, including several dandy boys who had made trouble in Fenghe Tonglin before.
"Brother Chen, Zhang Yuan is also there, and Fairy Han!" Li Xinghe's eyes were also paying attention to these people who came to the open space. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he called Chen Mo to look at him.
Just when the two of them were about to walk over and say hello, an old man wearing a rough robe walked to a commanding height and shouted to everyone in a voice blessed by spiritual power: "Noise! Everyone shut up!"
This sound exploded like thunder in the ears of more than a hundred young talents. In an instant, the scene fell silent, and no one dared to speak again.
"Ten years ago, Zhaotian Sect had already made an agreement with your parents. Therefore, the group of you arriving today are all qualified to become inner disciples, but they need to pass a test."
The old man in a rough sermon robe said slowly: "Now line up and take you to the trial place. If you persist for twelve hours, you will be passed. If it is less than six hours, you will be sent back directly. Between the two, you will become Outer disciples of Zhaotian Sect, do you all understand?"
After receiving everyone's response, the old man nodded slightly and took the lead to pass through a passage about ten feet long. More than a hundred people lined up and followed the old man's footsteps one by one.
Chen Mo stood at the back of the team next to Chen Feng, followed by Li Xinghe and Shen Jin, and followed the team forward without talking to each other. After walking for about half an hour, they walked out of the gravel-strewn road. On the stone beach, we came to a large number of stone houses.
There were monks waiting here for a long time. Two men stepped forward and bowed to the old man in coarse robes: "Greetings to Uncle Qin, this place is ready."
The old man hummed, turned around and said to the young people: "Next, you each find a room to enter and sit cross-legged to meditate. The trial will begin later."
Needless to say, the configuration of these stone houses must be the same, there is no difference, and it is enough to accommodate more than a hundred people. Chen Mo looked at Chen Feng, and Chen Feng walked directly into a room as if ignoring everyone. The house closest to him, while Li Xinghe and Shen Jin were hesitating. Chen Mo was the oldest, so he should be able to tell something and asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen, what should I do?"
Chen Mo: "Follow the old man's instructions and calm down. We have no cultivation, so we certainly can't test anything related to strength. Just find a stone house and enter."
Li Xinghe nodded, and after thinking about it for the same reason, he and Shen Jin found a room and went in. When Chen Mo saw that most people had entered the stone house at this time, he did not hesitate and opened the door. The room was pitch black. He fumbled and sat down in a position roughly in the center, sitting cross-legged and meditating to concentrate.
"let's start."
When the old man in Taoist robes saw that the group of boys and girls had entered the stone house, he gave an order, and a monk went to activate the mechanism in the stone house, and the trial began.
"Keep an eye on it, don't let anything happen." He left the place with these words, and the two men agreed again and again. After the old man in Taoist robes left, the man from before said: "I don't know how many people can do it this time." It’s really exciting to stick with it for a day.”
"Haha, Brother Wang, don't you know yet? The little guys this time are all marrow cleansing monks. Unless they are the kind of shallow-minded, they should be able to persist for more than six hours." The latter laughed and said ,
"Are they all marrow cleansing monks? I didn't pay attention just now. What is the sect doing?" the former said in surprise.
"Who knows, we just need to protect it. Don't make any mistakes. Speaking of which, this stone house is really magical. It has nothing to do with cultivation, but is linked to the character. I was lucky enough to persist for fourteen years. After a while, I successfully became an inner disciple."
"It is said that when our current Nascent Soul ancestor first entered the mountain gate seven hundred years ago, he stayed in the stone house for half a month! It caused such a sensation that the master personally came to accept him as a closed disciple!"
"Oh no, there's no comparison. Brother Yang, let's inspect them in batches."
...
Chen Mo sat in the room, feeling his head getting heavier and heavier. Not long after, he fell to the ground and fainted. When he woke up again, the scene changed, and all he felt was one word, squeeze!
Dozens of people were crowded into the same boat, and everyone was restrained. At this time, Chen Mo looked at his clothes and couldn't help but change his expression!
Chen Mo was wearing the clothes of an ancient pagoda sect disciple!
"I should be participating in the trial of the Zhaotian Sect, how come I'm here!!" Chen Mo suppressed the surprise in his heart and patted his groggy mind.
He actually fell asleep in the bumpy boat just now. What just happened might have been a dream! Chen Mo pinched his arm. It hurt. It was true, but he couldn't remember how he escaped from the Lingshi Mine. He could only vaguely remember what happened after he was in Qinfeng County. This made Chen Mo's heart sink. .
Which one is real?
Chen Mo knew that the more this happened, the more he had to calm down, otherwise it would be more troublesome to mess up his position. He first touched his face and squeezed it a few times. It really hurt. In other words, he was now in a The position is real, and those who participated in the trials of Zhaotian Sect before were just dreams.
At this moment, Chen Mo remembered his identity. He was an abandoned disciple of the Guta Sect. He was captured by the disciples of the Tianjian Sect a month ago and imprisoned. All his belongings were confiscated and he was escorted out a few days ago. I boarded this closed boat in the dark, and I didn’t even know what time it was or where I was.
"squeak!"
The door of the boat opened. Chen Mo and everyone squinted their eyes and stared at the light outside. It must be night, right? Chen Mo thought to himself. Others obviously didn't adapt, and they all sat there and didn't move.
"A bunch of cheap slaves, do you still want me to invite you out?"
A monk wearing a square mask outside cursed angrily, stood in front of the boat with a whip in his hand and said with eager eyes: "The last slave to come out, die!"
Chen Mo was so frightened that he didn't want to die. At this moment, his body's potential exploded, crushing the bodies of several fellow disciples and rolling out of the boat. The next moment, several more fellow Guta Sect disciples came out of the boat. Climbing out of the boat, everyone filed out, but the thin young man was obviously slow in his movements and slower than everyone else's reaction, so he stayed until the end.
"You!" The man with the whip pointed at Chen Mo, and also pointed at the two people who came out first, and shouted: "Get out of here! The others line up for me, one whip for each! Kill the last one individually. !”
Chen Mo's heart trembled, and he quickly stood aside with the two agile men, and then came the methods of the whip-wielding man.
"Snapped!"
An afterimage flashed through the air and struck hard on the thigh of the fourth fellow of the Guta Sect who came out. Immediately, blood spattered everywhere. His body staggered and he almost lost his balance. Chen Mowei could not hear the painful wails. The three of them trembled after being punished.
Chen Mo then discovered that there were many tiny thorns on the whip of the whip holder. It was strange that there was no blood when he whipped it. In just a short time, the whip holder had whipped seven or eight people in a row. , when it came to the ninth person, this person was a bit thick, and just when the person holding the whip was about to teach him a lesson, he suddenly grabbed the whip and tried to grab the whip and strangle him!
"This humble slave dares to attack me, it's against heaven!"
This was not the first time that the whip-wielding man encountered such a bold man. His hands moved faster than him, and he slapped the strong man on the chest with a "slap", and the latter flew like a kite with its string broken. A few meters away.
The man with the whip spat on the ground angrily: "Damn it, I will beat you to death today and I will bear your surname!" As he said this, he strode over with the whip.
There were guards from the Tianjian Sect around. Each of them wore a mask and could not see any changes in their emotions. They seemed to be accustomed to the scene in front of them. Under the eyes of the disciples of the Ancient Pagoda Sect, the man holding the whip snapped with all his strength. , a whip hit the back of the person who had done it before, and the skin and flesh were immediately torn open, and blood flowed.
Chen Mo's breathing began to quicken.
"Pah...pah...."
Apart from the painful groan made by the resisting man at the first blow, he did not make any sound after that. In this dark place, there was only the sound of the whip-wielding man constantly cracking the whip, which was enough to beat him. He gave the man fifty or sixty lashes, beating him until his flesh and blood were so bloody that he could no longer see the specific parts of his body, and then he stopped.
"Did you see, this is the consequences of resistance!" The whip-wielding man was still a little unsatisfied, and stared at the people lined up waiting to be whipped, which made the disciples of the Ancient Pagoda Sect tremble with fear.
Suddenly, a person emerged from a cave in the distance. He also wore a cold mask, with only two small holes exposed, allowing his eyes to see the road ahead. He saw that the man with the whip had just beaten a person to death, and he frowned. Frowning, he said: "Old Zhang, why are you like this again!"
The whip-wielding man named Lao Zhang snorted coldly: "If he resists, shouldn't he die?"
"Okay, that's it. Deacon Li is still waiting to see these people. If you kill a few more, you won't be able to deliver." The latter heard what he said and looked at the Guta Sect members who had not yet been punished. The disciple glanced at him and said: "You are lucky, go away!" After that, he put away his whip and returned to the house not far away, waiting for the arrival of the next batch of slaves.
The masked monk who previously stopped the whip-wielding man said: "Fellow Taoists, Deacon Li will lift the restrictions for you later and teach you how to survive here. Listen up, everyone. What I want to say is, come here. Don't resist, complete the task on time, Tianjian Sect will not kill innocent people indiscriminately, do you understand?"
No one answered him, perhaps because they were frightened by the actions of the whip-wielding man before, or perhaps because they were worried about their own fate and future.
People's lives are treated as nothing here. When you come to a place like this, your life and death are completely under your control. Chen Mo doesn't like this feeling very much.
The more scared you feel, the more calm you should be. Chen Mo took a few long breaths and adjusted his mentality. Otherwise, he would always be in fear, and even if he could make correct judgments, he would make mistakes due to emotional interference.
