My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 35 Three-level meeting, start!
Xuanke view.

The main hall of the Dugongyuan.

In the square paved with white marble, there were more than 40 Taoist boys standing at this time.

Some are dressed luxuriously, some carry swords on their backs, and some go together in twos and threes, surrounded by fierce evil spirits.

Li Xuan was also beside one of them.

This guy has completely changed his appearance, there is a flame-like line between his eyebrows.

Song Lin took a look and knew it was a blessing.

Blessing is a kind of advanced spell, which blesses a certain state on people.

For example, the blessing of [Heaven Official Blessing] can speed up the speed of cultivation and the success rate of comprehending spells, which lasts for ten days.

This Song Lin had seen it in the ghost market before, and the blessing was very expensive, no less than alchemy.

Alchemy, refining, consecration, and blessing are all very popular second jobs.

Making money is like running water.

The people around are more or less divided into small groups.

Most of them are department-based. The Taoist boy in the manor is well-dressed and has a lot of official instruments, but the warehouse is full of miscellaneous people, mainly a young man with red hair.

There are also some people who are as lonely as the protagonist, either as poor as Song Lin, or think that they are powerful and do not need to be in groups.

Song Lin secretly looked at everyone.

These people are not teammates, but potential enemies.

Over the past month, Song Lin has probably learned a little bit about it.

Passing the three levels does not depend on one person alone. Some people choose to form a group, and even seize the loopholes in the rules to attack other competitors.

Snapped!
Just as he was thinking, someone suddenly patted himself on the shoulder.

Song Lin turned his head and saw a smiling fat man standing behind him.

"Huh? Fellow Daoist Lin Yang!"

"You have performed well during this time!" Lin Yang said with a smile.

Lin Yang was the former treasury of the altar, and the relationship between the two was pretty good. Lin Yang didn't expect Song Lin to inherit his position.

"Haha, good luck." Song Lin laughed.

"How, are you sure?" Lin Yang asked.

This time, he was well prepared, his chubby skin was covered with ink lines, and the lines penetrated deeply into the skin, which seemed to be some kind of supernatural power.

"decide as things go."

The crowd is still gathering.

Lin Yang didn't bother to join in the fun with those geniuses.

The two chatted for a while.

The young man next to Li Xuan is Chi Yang, a disciple of Xuan Ming, the deacon of the treasury. According to legend, he was born in a fire, with extraordinary talents, and he is also one of the most promising Taoist boys in the treasury.

There was also a strong black-haired man with tattoos engraved on his face, shrouded in a cloud of mist.

This person's name is Wang Ziye, and he is proficient in the art of hair-raising and harvesting. He has a group of soul-hunting soldiers, and he is the disciple of the head of the school.

On the other side, the pale and gloomy young man is even more powerful.

The temple master's direct disciple, Shi Yinhua, is said to have been born from a corpse. He was born with yin and yang eyes and was good at all kinds of yin spells.

The three of them are called Xuanke Sanying.

Xuanke looks at the future star of tomorrow.

There are the most Taoist boys around these three people.

Almost everyone believed that they must pass the test successfully, so they stepped forward to curry favor one after another.

Whoa!
While a group of people were chatting, the sky darkened.

The sunny day suddenly turned into night.

Everyone looked up and saw that the clouds covered hundreds of miles, and the black clouds were overwhelming the city, and countless rampant soldiers with disheveled hair were crying and howling in the clouds

The gloomy wind is miserable and ghostly.

The temperature dropped by dozens of degrees.

The black cloud formed a huge human face.

The human face is a majestic middle-aged man with moon-like lines between his brows.

"Meet the Lord!"

The crowd bowed and saluted.

This person is the real person Jiuyou, the master of Xuanke temple.

The human face covered a radius of hundreds of feet, and a pair of eyes stared closely at the crowd, giving people a sense of oppression that could not breathe.

"Get up!"

The temple master shouted majesticly.

After all, the black cloud demon opened his bloody mouth.

Whoa!
A strong suction hit.

Everyone's bodies were involuntarily sucked up.

Song Lin was startled.

As soon as this person made a move, he felt powerless.

There is no chance of resistance at all.

Soon, everyone was sucked into their mouths.

A sense of dizziness struck.

When he opened his eyes, he saw flames all over the sky.

There are flames above the head, flames are everywhere, and hot magma is under the feet.

Everyone stood on the land suspended in the magma.

There is also a small piece of land not far away, and a group of people are standing on it, and there are also people on the side and behind.

Some are full of blood, their eyes are like stars, and the blood light hangs above their heads.

There are also Taoist priests who are half human and half demon, or work with demons. This is a Taoist temple that should mainly practice witchcraft.

The people on the side of the Xuanke Temple looked normal, all dressed in feathers, with a fairy air.

As if seeing Song Lin's doubts, Lin Yang said in a low voice, "These are Taoist temples under the jurisdiction of the Meishan jungle, and the Chaozhen Temple next to it practices the method of dissolving corpses."

Boy, these people are even more abnormal.

The so-called autopsy is the practice of abandoning the physical body, also known as shedding the shell and facing the truth.

To put it bluntly, it was suicide, using fire, water, or weapons... Song Lin felt a little lucky, fortunately, he was not accepted by this Taoist temple.

"Haha, friend Yuzhen, long time no see!"

The white-haired Taoist leader of Xuankeguan greeted the monks of Chaozhenguan.

"Fellow Daoist Jing Ling, long time no see." The other party smiled back.

Several people chatted for a while.

"Wash your body with water, refine your shape with fire, immortals pass through, ghosts and gods accompany you, 28 nights, walk with me, thousands of evils and filth, protect my true spirit!"

The majestic incantation sound spread all over the place.

The first thing to appear is the paper bridge with a length of three hundred feet.

A paper bridge starts from one piece of land and ends with another piece of land.

In the middle is the paper bridge, above is the howling fire cloud, and below the magma rises sharp swords.

Let alone whether you will be stabbed to death by a knife if you fall, the flames alone are unbearable.

This is the first pass of Naihe Bridge.

The next level is the Yellow Spring River, the flames parted, the yellow oily water billowed up, and the flames in all directions continued to roast the oily water.

The third level of hell is pure flame and magma.

"Three-pass conference, start!"

(End of this chapter)