Painting of the Nine Immortals

North of Chaos Academy, in front of Zhenxian statue.

The crowd looked calm, waiting for Elder Wu to explain the assessment rules.

"I will teleport you to one place, to be precise, the battlefield."

"The only thing you have to do is survive."

"No matter what method you use, assassination, poisoning, mutiny, any method is fine."

"As long as you can survive, you can pass the assessment and become an insider disciple."

"Of course, only five people can become inside disciples. If there are more than five survivors, a second assessment will be conducted.

Elder Wu spoke in a deep voice, causing an uproar.

"As long as I live, what can I do?"

"Conspiracy is nothing, even surrender?"

"Unable to understand, what is this assessment?"

Everyone was buzzing and quite puzzled.

The same is true of Lingxian.

Since it is a battlefield, there must be enemies and enemies. How can even the rebellion work?

"It's a weird rule. If surrender can survive, everyone will not die."

"So what's the point of this assessment?"

Ling Xian frowned, puzzled.

The same was true of all the people present. They showed their inquiries and waited for Elder Wu to explain.

However, Elder Wu did not explain, he just repeated that sentence.

As long as you survive, you can do anything.

"Work hard to survive, but disciples have many benefits."

Elder Wu smiled slightly, waved his hand, mysterious power came, covering the crowd.

The next moment, the magical power disappeared, and everyone disappeared.

...

After the whirlwind, Ling Xian opened her eyes, her complexion could not help changing.

Because the corpse in front was running wild, and the blood was on the ground.

The stump of the broken arm and the blood-stained glaive, just like Shura hell, made people shudder.

"It really is the battlefield ..."

Ling Xian sighed softly. The **** smell here was too strong, and there were too many corpses. Imagine what a terrible battle was.

Right now, he took a big step and planned to ask a living person to ask the situation first.

At the very least, a clear stance.

And just after Ling Xian took a few steps, a corpse came into view, making him look cold.

Because of this, from this corpse, he felt the breath of exotic people.

"Outland Demon ..."

Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, then the eyebrow glowed, and the power of the soul swept across the square.

Gradually, he discovered that there were hundreds of corpses here, without exception, all outside the demon.

The rest are the cosmic creatures, and this means nothing more obvious.

"One side is an extraterrestrial demon, and one side is a cosmic creature."

"In other words, my position is the universe."

Ling Xian murmured to herself, knowing that this was a fantasy.

I also know with my toes that in this era of futian tianyuan, the universe cannot fight large-scale battles with foreigners. Even if it did, Chaos Academy could not send them here, let alone consider it an assessment.

Therefore, there can be only one explanation, and that is the illusion.

"Customs clearance conditions can never be as simple as surviving."

Ling Xian's brow froze. He had experienced similar fantasy twice, and he needed to complete certain conditions before he could leave safely.

And this particular condition can never just survive, and if so, the assessment is too simple.

As long as you hide or surrender, you will definitely not die.

As a result, it loses meaning.

"Find out the situation first."

Ling Xian whispered to herself that the power of the soul swept across all directions. After a moment, he noticed the breath of a human race.

Right now, he opened the void with his bare hands and appeared in front of the man.

This is a twelve-year-old boy, blood-stained and thin.

When he saw Ling Xian, his thin body suddenly tightened.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Ling Xian smiled mildly, raised her hand to arouse the heaven and earth aura, and eliminated the internal injuries of the teenager.

This made the youngster stunned, Xu was Ling Xian's gentle smile, Xu was his internal injuries recovered, in short, he was no longer so nervous.

However, she was still watching Ling Xian with vigilance.

"What's your name?" Ling Xianhan smiled.

"Mutian." The boy whispered.

"My name is Ling Xian."

Ling Xian smiled mildly, and was still vigilant when she saw the young man, saying, "If I am a foreigner, how can I heal you?"

"Maybe you want to deceive my trust and spy on the information." Mu Tian whispered.

"You little guy is smart."

"However, I'm not an extraterrestrial demon, and there's no need to fool your trust."

Ling Xian smiled, rubbed Mu Tian's head, and said, "I first arrived here and didn't understand the situation, so I wanted to ask you."

"I won't say it, you're dead." Mu Tian shook her head, a little fearful and resolute in her eyes.

This made Ling Xian move, looking at Mu Tian's eyes softened a bit.

It is not easy for a teenager to have such resoluteness.

Right now, he smiled gently: "Since you don't want to say, then I won't ask, let's walk together."

Hearing that Mu Tian did not say a word.

Seeing this, Ling Xian took his little hand and walked slowly forward.

Along the way, he knocked sideways, trying to know what was going on.

In the beginning, Mu Tian was so alert that he refused to say, but after all, he was just a twelve-year-old child, how could he be compared to Ling Xian?

Stealing vanguard, but calling him a little fox, he easily learned the general situation.

There is an ancient city named Hanxue here that has existed for thousands of years and has always been calm.

However, three days ago, a demon from outside the country appeared and broke through the cold snow city with an irresistible trend.

At the time of the crisis, after the lord broke down, he let his daughter leave with the survivors.

The battlefield that Ling Xian saw before was the residual power of the daughter of the city's main body, and a confrontation with the outer demons.

Mu Tian was the son of a monk in the seventh realm. When the battle broke out, the man cast a secret method and sent him away a hundred miles before he was able to escape.

"Sorrow." Ling Xian sighed and rubbed Mu Tian's head.

"What a grief? My dad won't die!"

Mu Tian's eyes were red. Although he knew his father's survival might be slim, he refused to accept it.

This made Ling Xian sigh and said nothing.

The situation is clear, he must be standing on the side of Han Xuecheng to fight against the demon outside the domain.

Therefore, it is imperative to find the daughter of the city owner, but there is a problem that is whether the daughter of the city owner is alive or dead.

If dead, the clue is broken.

"There were many women in the corpse of that battlefield. I wonder if she was ..."

Looking back at the battlefield where the corpse ran across the wild, Ling Xian's brows frowned, quite helpless.

He didn't know what the daughter of the city owner looked like and how to find that woman.

"I can only pray that she is not dead, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the task."

Ling Xian sighed, he didn't think that the mission was just as simple as surviving. Mostly, it was to help the daughter of the city lord and wipe out the demons outside the country.

At the moment, his eyebrows glowed, while looking forward, looking for the daughter of the Lord of the City.

After half an hour, seven people appeared in his psychic perception, but they were not cosmic creatures, but strangers.