Longevity starts with inheriting a friend's legacy

In Tianhuang City, the selection of the Son of God is about to begin, and all the disciples of the Dark Temple come to a wide square.

Although the Dark Temple has been hunted down by the entire Tianxuan Realm over the years, it was the overlord of the entire Tianxuan Realm during its peak period.

Countless forces in the Tianxuan Realm are members of the Dark Temple.

Although it no longer has the glory of the past, the number of disciples in the temple is still countless.

Most of those who can come to Tianhuang City at this time are elites from various factions or people who need to participate in the selection of the Son of God.

Ordinary disciples are not qualified to come here at all.

Even so, the entire square was still filled with people.

All the temple disciples were now looking towards the high platform in front of them, waiting for the elders and the temple master to appear.

On both sides of the platform, elders and leaders from various factions were already standing on both sides. Then, several figures slowly walked out from the back of the platform.

In addition to Qi Shaoyu, the president of the Shengxian Society, there were four other figures in different costumes.

All five of them are elders of the temple.

The Dark Temple originally had seven temple elders, but in the battles between the Dayan Dao Sect and various forces in the Tianxuan Realm over the years, even those at the level of the temple elders would suffer casualties.

Qi Shaoyu was elected as the new seventh elder of the temple after the seventh elder died in battle.

The other two temple elders died in battle a few years ago and have not yet been replaced.

Like the position of the Son of God, the positions of these two temple elders have always been closely watched by the top leaders of many factions.

Because the position of the temple elders is, in a sense, higher than that of the Son of God.

Unless the Son of God can successfully become the temple master, the right to speak in the temple will only be in the hands of the temple master and the temple elders.

For many things, the temple master must obtain a vote from the temple elders before they can be confirmed.

"We pay our respects to the temple elders!"

Below, all the temple disciples bowed and saluted when they saw the five people appear.

Among the five people, an old man who was missing an arm raised his remaining hand to signal everyone not to be polite.

Then he looked at Qi Shaoyu and said:

"Seventh Brother, our eldest brother is gone, and we are old too."

"You will be fully responsible for the selection of the Son of God this time."

Hearing this, the high-ranking officials of the Dark Temple on both sides of the platform all frowned.

His eyes kept looking behind the five people, as if he was expecting something.

"Second Elder, excuse me for interrupting."

"Why didn't the Palace Master... come to preside over the selection of the Son of God?"

A sturdy old man in fur coat bowed to the one-armed old man.

Below, many disciples of the Dark Temple also had the same curiosity in their hearts at this moment.

Logically speaking, the Palace Master must personally preside over such an important matter as selecting the Son of God.

It has always been like this in the past.

But now that the Palace Master didn't come, the Second Elder directly handed over the task of hosting the selection to Qi Shaoyu, which surprised many people.

"Everyone, the Palace Master is ill and cannot come."

"He specifically told me that the selection of the Son of God this time would be the responsibility of the five of us."

As he spoke, a light flashed in the one-armed old man's hand, and he directly took out a bone stick that was shining with a mysterious luster.

There are mysterious patterns carved on the bone stick, which looks very strange.

The divine bone scepter!

After seeing the bone staff, the high-ranking temple officials on both sides of the platform lowered their heads and dared not question it anymore.

The divine bone scepter represents the master of the Dark Temple.

The fact that the Second Elder was able to obtain the divine bone scepter proves that his words were true.

At the same time, everyone present began to think about what the second elder of the temple had just said.

The Palace Master is ill...

The news that the temple master's old illness has relapsed is no longer a secret.

Many people know that in this selection of the Son of God, the person who becomes the Son of God is likely to take over the position of the Palace Master in a short period of time.

But now it seems that even this short period of time may not be needed.

The temple master’s physical condition is such that he cannot even preside over the selection of the Son of God.

This is enough to prove that it is now on the verge of running out of steam, and even...

A very small number of people speculated that the current temple master might have died, but the temple elders were afraid that if many temple disciples knew the news, there would be riots, so they concealed the news.

But now none of this obviously matters.

The selection of the Son of God is imminent, and a new Son of God is about to be born.

Once a new Son of God appears, it means that the temple will welcome a new master.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Qi Shaoyu turned around and bowed to the four temple elders, took the divine bone scepter from the second elder, and raised it towards the temple disciples.

Upon seeing the divine bone scepter, many of the temple disciples immediately lowered their heads, waiting quietly for her to announce the start of the selection of the Son of God.

However, at this time Qi Shaoyu just held the divine bone scepter quietly and did not speak.

"Seventh Elder..."

At this time, a high-ranking member of the temple next to him whispered, "It's time to start."

Qi Shaoyu raised the divine bone scepter and glanced at him and said calmly: "The candidates haven't arrived yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hearing this, the man glanced at the stone pillars representing the various sects beside the high platform, carefully counted the number of people, and found that everyone except Fang Xu was present. Then he bowed to Qi Shaoyu and said, "Seventh Elder, the only one missing is Fang Xu from Xuanmen, but he has died in the vast sea."

"Who told you?" Qi Shaoyu said with a faint smile.

The man was speechless when asked.

At this time, Zhao Jie on the other side cupped his hands and said, "I wonder how long the Seventh Elder plans to wait?"

"We can't just leave everyone here waiting for him, can we?"

"That's right. The selection of the Son of God is a big deal. We can't waste everyone's time just because of one person."

"Isn't Fang Xu dead?"

"Let's get started, we still have to get back to the base to practice."

……

Although the disciples below the stage did not dare to shout loudly due to Qi Shaoyu's authority, they all whispered to each other.

Qi Shaoyu could naturally hear what they were saying, and he said directly: "The temple has a rule that the selection of the Son of God will begin at 3 p.m. today."

"It's still a quarter of an hour before the afternoon. Have I wasted any time?"

Hearing her words, Zhao Jie was slightly stunned and found that it seemed that there was still a quarter of an hour before the afternoon.

But he felt that it would be a waste of time to wait any longer.

But at this time, Qi Shaoyu was holding the divine bone scepter and was also an elder of the temple.

He dared not make himself unhappy.

Just wait a quarter of an hour, it will be over soon.

Everyone in the audience was waiting quietly at this time.

In the Son of God candidate area, behind the stone pillar representing Fang Xu, Old Ape Kong Jie and others were standing there quietly with the Ghost Face Army and a group of selected barbarian warriors.

Ever since Qi Shaoyu told them that Fang Xu was not dead, they were certain that Fang Xu would arrive at the last moment.

Even though they knew that they had not gone to the Land of the Fallen Gods, their strength was somewhat inferior to the guards of the other candidates, and they might not be able to help Fang Xu compete for the position of Son of God.

But they were unwilling to give up.

Time passed bit by bit.

At this time, Qi Shaoyu would occasionally look at the thick fog in the distance.

"What is this kid doing?" In fact, Qi Shaoyu had already sensed Fang Xu's presence when he arrived outside the blood mist of Tianhuang City.

But now so much time has passed and Fang Xu has not come here.

Qi Shaoyu even suspected that Fang Xu was lost in the bloody fog.

Clang!
Just as the time was about to reach Shenshi, a stream of light suddenly shot out from the blood-red fog in the distance, and then landed steadily on the stone pillar.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

Fang Xu, who had landed on the stone pillar, bowed to everyone.

Seeing Fang Xu coming, the old ape and others behind the stone pillar cheered instantly.

A smile also appeared on Qi Shaoyu's face.

But the selection of the Son of God was imminent, so she didn't ask Fang Xu what he was doing.

"Dark Temple, the selection of the Son of God begins!"

"Feast!"

As her voice rang out, three statues carved from black jade slowly rose behind the platform.

Those are statues of three gods: Gutuo, Yue and Yan.

These three gods are not the same gods as those in the Tilan Mountain ruins.

The Yanshen in the Tilan Mountain ruins was a human cultivator later recommended by the Dark Temple.

However, these three statues are real statues of ancient gods.

The statues of the three gods appeared, and all the disciples of the Dark Temple began to worship them.

Worshiping the gods is a complicated process, and the entire ceremony lasts until nearly noon.

After the sacrifice to the three gods, the selection of the Son of God officially begins.

Qi Shaoyu held up the divine bone scepter and slowly walked to the edge of the platform and said, "The next step is the official stage of the selection of the Son of God."

"I will explain the rules."

"The selection of the Son of God is divided into three stages. In principle, everyone is a disciple of my temple, and you are not allowed to kill anyone."

"But the selection of the Son of God is related to the future of the temple, and we will never allow for opportunism. Casualties are inevitable."

"Based on the high number of casualties in previous selections, I have temporarily added a rule."

"That is, once a candidate admits defeat, you can no longer kill him."

"Otherwise, your qualification for the selection will be revoked!"

"Other rules remain the same!"

"Do you understand everything?"

Qi Shaoyu's gaze swept across the candidates for the Son of God.

In the past, the temple selected disciples by raising Gu.

After the entire selection process, except for the team that was qualified to be the Son of God, few others survived.

A selection indirectly caused the tragic deaths of tens of thousands of temple disciples.

And this time, the reason why Qi Shaoyu added this rule was actually to favor the Xuanmen represented by Fang Xu.

Unable to participate in the Trial of the Three Gods, his guards have never been to the Land of the Fallen Gods, and their overall strength is only average among the candidates.

If this rule had not been added, I believe that in the end, he and his guards would have been killed.

There are many people from the Shengxian Society here. As the president of the Shengxian Society, she couldn't bear to see her disciples die tragically.

Although this rule is obviously biased, it is extremely useful for some factions that have no hope of competing for the Son of God.

Because during the selection process of the Son of God, they not only got the opportunity to fight with other young heroes in the temple, but also could save their lives, which was a good thing.

However, for those candidates who are already strong, this rule is a bit restrictive.

After all, not being able to kill without restraint is undoubtedly a kind of weakening for them.

Qi Shaoyu ignored their little thoughts and waved his hand directly: "Let's start."

There are three stages in the selection of the Son of God.

These three levels include understanding, combat power, character and wisdom.

The first level to be tested is the understanding.

As Qi Shaoyu moved, the three god statues behind him suddenly emitted hazy light!
The hazy light instantly enveloped all the candidates on the stone pillars and all the guards behind them.

Shrouded in a hazy glow, everyone's consciousness was instantly transferred to a special space.

Here, all the candidates must bring their guards to comprehend the tests set by the three gods. The first one to escape from this space will get ten points, the second one will get five points, the third one will get three points, and the rest will get one point.

If you are still unable to break free from this space when the time is up, you will be eliminated directly.

Among the hundreds of candidates participating in the selection this time, it is estimated that many will be eliminated at this stage.

After Fang Xu and others appeared in a strange world, everyone gathered around him.

"Brother Fang Xu, you..."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's wait until the selection of the Son of God is over." Fang Xu knew what Changlong wanted to ask.

But what I have experienced during this period is so bizarre that it cannot be explained in a few words.

For now, I should try to pass the first level as soon as possible.

Changlong nodded and then looked around.

At this time, others also began to look around the space, trying to find a way out.

"Search separately and report any abnormalities in a timely manner." Fang Xu said.

This level is regarded by the Dark Temple as the first level in the selection of the Son of God, so it must not be easy to break through.

But fortunately, the guards under his command are all ghost-faced soldiers, and they have divine servant Gu that can communicate with their minds.

It can be said without hesitation that these ghost-faced soldiers are, in a sense, his clones.

A group of nearly five thousand people immediately split up to explore this space.

After sorting out the data, they finally found a total of five anomalies.

After a field investigation, Fang Xu frowned.

"It seems to be the five elements." Gu Qiu said.

As a goddess of the barbarians, she practiced witchcraft and discovered at a glance that there were five abnormal situations in this space, which vaguely implied the laws of the operation of the five elements.

"How to crack it?" Fang Xu asked.

Gu Qiu shook his head: "It's difficult to handle at the moment."

"These five directions are far apart, but they are closely connected to each other and maintain a certain balance."

"The five elements are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. If any one of them is destroyed first, this balance will be disrupted, causing unknown dangers."

"And I discovered that this five-element magic array seems to be the foundation that maintains this space. Once the balance is broken, we can't leave immediately..."

Gu Qiu didn't continue her words, but everyone present understood what she meant.

Everyone who enters this space is a body of consciousness.

Once this space collapses, it is very likely that they will all be buried here.

When consciousness dies, the body will turn into a zombie, which is no different from death.

"What if we break all five anomalies at the same time?" Fang Xu asked.

Gu Qiu hesitated for a moment: "If we break them at the same time, it should be the key to leaving here."

"but……"

"That's all." Fang Xu looked at Sha Tianrui beside him and said, "General Sha, tell all the Ghost Face Army to divide into five parts, and then each rush to an abnormal point."

Sha Tianrui nodded and immediately arranged the Ghost Face Army according to Fang Xu's instructions.

Fang Xu checked the strength of the five abnormal points to ensure that the Ghost Face Army could defeat the target.

After confirming that everything was correct, he sank his consciousness into his body and gave the order directly to the God Servant Insect King. (End of this chapter)