Beyond the Divine States

Gulingzong, taishashan, shilingtang.

Outside the hall gate, the monks came in for the second time.

There are ten peaks and ten veins in ancient lingzong. Each peak has two halls. There are about ten young disciples in each hall. There are more than 200 young monks in a generation.

There are only 20 or so of these 200 monks who can really enter the ancient lingzong. The rest of the disciples either return to the human dynasty or go to other small sects set up by the ancient lingzong.

The disciples of the Ba Ling association can participate in the Spirit Valley meeting.

The rule of the baling association is very simple, that is, there is a Youming general sitting in the Youge. There are thousands of swords in the Youge. Each sword has different temperament. The disciple needs to pull out any sword within 20 breath, otherwise the Youming general will take the hand and send the disciple out of the Youge.

There are no more than two aspects in this process. One is eyesight and induction. Everyone's way of practicing Taoism and luck is different, and the corresponding sword is also different. In the same realm, some swords can be easily pulled out, while others can't be helped by exerting all their efforts.

The second is the realm. If the realm is too low and the mind is too bad, you can't even choose the most suitable sword for yourself. On the contrary, if the cultivation is enough, no matter which sword you have, you should grasp it easily.

Twenty disciples of the wooden hall gathered outside the secluded Pavilion of the Shiling hall.

Yu Jin gently pulled Ning Xiaoling's sleeve, worried: "with my talent and realm, I still don't go in. It's embarrassing. I heard that the ghost will be frightening."

Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said seriously, "it's OK. Just go in and close your eyes and stand for a while before you come out."

Yu Jin said bitterly, "then I can't accompany you to Linggu meeting?"

Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while, confused: "do you still want to accompany me?"

Yu Jin was hit hard. She thought for a while, then lowered her voice and said, "why don't you go in and take two, and then hide one, then I'll go in and pick them up..."

Ning Xiaoling made a gesture to interrupt, but said: "if I do this, I can really accompany you outside."

Yu Jin sighed and found that practice was really boring. There were so many things that money could not solve.

Money can make the devil push the mill. Sure enough, it refers to the ghosts with low morality... How can these big ghosts be so noble one by one.

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One by one, the disciples entered the secluded Pavilion.

They came out very quickly.

It's quick to pull out the sword, and it's also quick to give up. Only those who are not up and down in cultivation will be willing to come out if they want to try 20 breath.

On the platform of Shiling Pavilion, an elderly man sat by a precise copper water drop timer, smiling and stroking his beard, watching them enter one by one.

"This generation of young people is no inferior to the previous generation." The old man said with emotion.

"Because there is a corridor in this generation, martial uncle looks very pleased with them?" The man beside joked.

The old man said, "it's not the case. I'm just happy in my heart. Over the past few hundred years, I've watched one generation surpass the other."

The man asked with a smile: "can you guess whether each disciple can draw his sword with the eyes of martial uncle?"

The old man pinched his fingers and said with a smile, "not only can I, but I can also calculate the breath."

The man knew that the old man had great powers and had no doubt.

There was a sudden commotion in the trial hall.

A man with a white robe and a jade belt walked out of the crowd calmly and toward the secluded Pavilion.

"This man is the Ming corridor." Said the man.

The old man nodded gently: "when I stepped into the purple court at the age of 22, it's rare to see the history of ancient lingzong. The younger generation is formidable, but I don't know how to cultivate in the future."

The man said with a smile: "it's hard to predict the world from a long time, but there is no suspense about the Linggu Dabi."

The old man smiles and nods gently.

Minglang walks into the secluded Pavilion.

Tick, tick, tick, tick

The water drops behind him sounded four times.

The corridor has drawn its sword.

The sword was rusty, but its light was quiet, as if no one had pulled it out for many years.

Ming Lang looks calm, and is not surprised.

He just did four things.

After entering the gate, I deeply saw the ghost sitting on the high platform like a statue of Buddha, drew his sword and went out.

freely flowing style of writing.

The only regret for him was that when he saw the ghost general, he still felt a little oppressive.

However, it's not surprising that he is not good at cultivating his mind.

In the whole ancient lingzong, there are no more than three ghost generals in ancient times.

They are in Youge, jiudufu and Tianming hall.

Thousands of years ago, they were all great generals who had killed millions of creatures under the throne of the king of the underworld. They were carrying the ghost tomb sword given by the king of the underworld, and wearing the God helmet and armor made by the goddess herself and quenched by the red lotus. Today, although the divine front is broken and the iron armor is broken, they are no longer what they used to be. They can only survive here, but the ancient and murderous meanings are still palpitating.

Most of the disciples did not have the courage to take a look at the general.

If Ming Lang didn't take a look at him, he could take a quick breath.

After him, the other people's sense of expectation also weakened a lot.

Although some disciples are gifted and come out within five breath, the rank of that sword can't be compared with that of Minglang.

Almost one out of every ten disciples can draw a sword.

The disciples of Youming are the most powerful. In a group, there are five out of twenty.

Yu Jin sighed: "if the total number of disciples does not change, it must be this long that disappear."

Her words came true mercilessly.

The other group of Yuling pulse tried it all, but no one could pull out the sword.

The man said that Mr. Ling's face was gloomy.

Soon, it was their turn.

They said that Mr. Ling had the same dignified look.

She knows her disciples very well, and even younger of them may not be able to pull out the sword successfully, because the assessment of pulling out the sword is not only the realm, but also the proficiency of the ancient spirit sect.

After all, she only came half a year, more than a year later than the other disciples who came from the imperial sword Tianzong.

Standing in front of the hourglass, the old man watched the disciples of the imperial spirit come out one by one empty handed, laughing and sighing: "poor posterity."

The man's eyes light scan but pass, way: "really didn't see of necessity."

The old man standing on the high platform nodded gently. When he turned to leave, a trembling little girl came out empty handed. She held the arm of another girl in a white dress and cried a few words. After comforting her, the girl calmly walked towards the secluded Pavilion.

The old man said, "this girl is good. It's not easy to live a long life at a young age, and I don't know how well this cultivation has been consolidated. "

"Long life on the border?" The man is slightly surprised, way: "if chance is right, she is afraid is another bright corridor."

The old man laughed: "it's not unreasonable that longevity and purple court are called the gap between heaven and earth. Think about how long it took you to break the boundary."

"It took seven years," the man said shyly

This is fast.

When Ning Xiaoling walked in, the old man covered the coffin and said, "this girl can come out at most seven breaths."

Men are not suspicious.

Tick, tick, tick

After seven breath, the gate of Youge is still calm.

The man gently Yi a, even if is purple court realm peak of the old man all frowned.

What's going on?

In the twinkling of an eye, ten breath has passed.

Mr. Ling is getting more and more nervous. I don't know what's the matter with Xiaoling. In her realm, even if she doesn't pick the best sword at the first time, she will try more and waste some energy. What's the matter? Does she have to give it up?

In the secluded Pavilion, an unexpected scene appeared.

Ning Xiaoling enters the pavilion.

Youge is like a small world. It's much bigger than what you see outside. As soon as you go in, thousands of swords come into sight. It looks like an iron plate full of nails.

The fog of lead gray is diffused in the secluded Pavilion. I don't know whether it is visible or invisible.

Ning Xiaoling felt inexplicably familiar in her heart, as if she had returned to Linhe City at that time.

But the oppressive feeling of the eternal night of the ancient city and the red moon disappeared.

In the center of thousands of spirit swords, one of them seems to be made of fog. His body is broken, and he is wearing ancient damaged heavy armor. The dark general is sitting in the middle with the dark saber on his back. The undulating fog around him is like breathing.

The ghost will look like a ghost

A skinny old man decorated with iron armour and Epee gives people the illusion that he can survive for thousands of years.

Ning Xiaoling took a look and was about to take back her sight and pull out her own sword. However, the heavy and rough sound of pulling out the sword sounded first.

In the thick fog, Ming Jiang opened his eyes.

They looked at each other through the fog.

Ning Xiaoling was thrilled.

Fortunately, what Ming Jiang's eyes brought was not hostility, on the contrary, there was a kind of... Kindness towards the younger generation. Soon, this kind of kindness dissipated and turned into awe.

Then, she found that Ming Jiang not only opened his eyes, but also raised his dry arm, stretched it behind his back, and slowly pulled out the sword which had been given by Ming Jun for thousands of years.

Every year, there is a general assembly of pulling out the spirit. Every sword here has been pulled out many times, but only the Ming general has not been pulled out again for thousands of years.

It was there all the time, as if it were a statue integrated with Ming Jiang.

Even the most arrogant disciple in hundreds of years never thought of pulling it out.

But today, Ming Jiang woke up and pulled out the ancient sword himself.

With his action, the fog of the secluded Pavilion also separated from the waves, cutting a clear road between her and the Ming general.

"Ghost grave." Ming will speak slowly.

This is the name of the sword. He took out the sword, holding the hilt in one hand and the body in the other, and sent it to Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling felt that she should be scared or shocked at the moment, but after a short period of fright, her heart was calm. She looked at the sword and didn't understand why Ming Jiang did it“ Ghost graves. " Ming Jiang repeated it again. His words were heavy and sincere, as if hoping for her sword. Ning Xiaoling subconsciously stretched out her hand, but when she touched the sword, she slightly shrunk like an electric shock. She looked struggling, and finally shook her head and politely refused: "master, I can't accept it." She could feel that her present state could not drive the sword. And she went out with the sword and didn't know how to end it. It's troublesome. She is afraid of trouble. Ming Jiang knew her mind and took back the sword with regret. Ning Xiaoling bowed and made a serious salute. Thousands of swords here vibrate together. They all seem to want to leave the stone trough and be taken away by Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling was a little embarrassed. She carefully selected it and finally saw a dark sword. After pulling out, Ning Xiaoling has some regrets. This sword is actually a broken sword. This is the sword to be taken to the Linggu contest... She is a little depressed. Outside the secluded Pavilion, the clock ticked eighteen times, and the old man frowned. Under the wooden hall, the palm of Mr. Ling's hand is full of sweat. Yu Jin also held her breath. Her heart was tense and contradictory. I hope Ning Xiaoling can pull out her sword, and I also hope that if she comes out empty handed, we can go shopping together... Finally, at the 20th breath, the girl's figure is outlined. Said Mr. Ling looking at her hand, relieved. She had a broken sword in her hand. It took so long... The sword looked so good. But it's better to come out with a sword than the one who didn't go next door. Mr. shuoling lamented that he was not satisfied with the result. On the high stage, the man looked at the little girl and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the old man would look away." The old man is famous for his good temper and is not angry at the jokes of the younger generation. The old man rubbed his locked brow and sighed with a smile: "I'm old. I'm really dazed." The man looked at the broken sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand and looked disappointed. The sword is really ordinary. I didn't expect that a long-lived Shangjing would only choose such a sword“ No wonder, sir, it's also the little girl's vanity. Building a pavilion in the sky like this looks better, but it's really bad. In the long run, it's harmful and useless. A month later, Linggu Dabi wants to come, and she's just gathering up a number of people. " The old man twirled his beard and laughed. He was still worried about his old eyes. He didn't comment on it.