Chapter 830: Dao Heart Assessment
Liu Yun, Liu Mu's voice came slowly from this world.
The appraisal disciples are all attentive, even those with inheritance are no exception.
Only Qin Xuan, his gaze flicked past the Heavenly Cloud Hall and the Heavenly Cloud Divine Tree, as if passing by.
He seemed to remember that he was covered with scars and was taken into the nine mountains of heaven to heal.
In my mind, I even remembered the face of the old master, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.
...
The green hills are drizzling, and the young man stands in a moiré robes with a crown.
There was a woman's voice that was ethereal like a wind dance, looking at the young man with her head down.
"This generation is all elder.
To you, it happens that this mountain is verdant, and from now on... I hope you will be like a god-cloud tree that is evergreen in the world, asking the Tao to become a fairy.
I gave you the word “Evergreen” to show you my disciple. Are you willing? "
The young man raised his head slightly and said softly, "Respect the Master's Words, and I will use Evergreen as my name from now on!"
With a smile on his face, the young man looked at the woman who was immortal in the dust, "Disciples Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, pay homage to Master!"
The woman looked at the young man with a smile, as if she had a panic, but she didn't know that since then, there has been only one monk named Qin Xuan in the cultivation world.
Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!
...
But it was said that in Qin Xuan's loss of consciousness, this Tianyunzong assessment had already begun.
Thousands of disciples were in one place, and after ten breaths, suddenly, behind True Monarch Liu Mu, a round of light blew up. The light gradually condensed and turned into a six-inch cloud, which resembled a mysterious turtle, exuding bursts of power.
"That is the soul of True Monarch Liu Mu!"
"The primordial spirit is like the real primordial soul of the Tianyun Sect!"
"Using the prestige of the primordial spirit to test the disciples as an assessment, is there any overkill?"
Wanzong watched and thought to himself, but he did not dare to make a sound, disturbing the assessment of Tianyunzong.
Since this mysterious turtle cloud rises, the thousands of disciples present are all shocked, and mortals feel their souls trembling, as if they are a **** tortoise in front of them, like Xu Xun, with cold sweat on their faces, and even more panic.
Even the inheritors, the cultivators of the Qi Refining Realm and the Golden Core Realm, couldn't help but feel a huge shock on their faces and felt the pressure in the depths of their souls, like mountains pressing in the sea of consciousness.
"Liu Mu, the earth turtle soul, has entered the territory again!"
Liu Yun couldn't help but smile. Among the thousands of appraisal disciples under the power of the soul, mortals could not bear the illusion, but the cultivators were the real power of the soul.
The weak are weak, and the strong are stronger!
The control of the primordial spirit is so meticulous, since it is beyond the comparison of ordinary primordial infant realm true monarchs.
Even if it is a person of thousands of sects watching by, he can't help but wonder in his heart.
But after a few breaths, among those thousands of disciples, a group of people fell down, or sat paralyzed, limp on the ground.
This coercion is too terrifying, and mortals are inherently weak in mind and unbearable.
Xu Xun's face was even more pale, and he almost couldn't bear it, but he couldn't help but flash through the millions of miles in his mind, his grandfather's expectant gaze, Qin Xuan's supernatural power that crushed the great cultivator of the god.
Suddenly, a touch of perseverance rose in his eyes, and he stood firm.
Even those monks with inheritance, could not help but faltering under this pressure.
Among them are the more relaxed ones, such as the young man from the edge of the wasteland, with firm eyes and a fierceness in his body.
The same is true for Mu Qi, although his expression is solemn, but the counting of breaths is extremely easy for him.
On the contrary, Mu Qi's eyes fell on Qin Xuan, his eyes gloomy.
"Can you take it? I want to see, how long can you take it?"
Mu Qi smiled indifferently. As the Seventh Prince of the Xiyun Kingdom, he considered himself a arrogant, so-called Dao Xin, a mere unknown person, how could he compare with him?
After ten breaths of time passed, the thousands of appraisal disciples, nearly 90% of them fell at this moment, and only a few hundred remained.
Among them, the number of ordinary people was even less than a hundred. With a muffled sound, Xu Xun's face became pale, and finally could not bear the pressure, and his body fell involuntarily.
He wanted to support his body, but his body was already weak.
Xu Xun's face was a little pale, and his back was already raining after only ten breaths.
"There are a few nice little guys!" Liu Yun looked at this scene and nodded slightly, especially as his gaze flicked over Xu Xun's body, and his gaze had a pause.
In other words, he had been neighbors with Xu Xun for a period of time and knew that this little guy was talented.
The talent is mediocre, and Dao Xin barely gets started.
Liu Yun shook his head slightly, and immediately, his eyes fell on Qin Xuan, slightly startled.
Fifteen breaths of time passed, and as Liu Mu Yuanshen became more and more overwhelmed, almost none of the mortals present were spared and all fell.
The rest are almost all cultivators, about 300 people.
Even these cultivators, their faces were extremely pale, and finally, with a muffled sound, the first to fall was not a monk in the refinement realm, but a monk in the golden core realm.
His face was pale, and he was paralyzed on the ground in despair.
As the first cultivator fell, and after a few breaths, the large-scale cultivators could no longer bear the pressure of Liu Mu Yuanshen, and fell one after another.
By the 30th breath, there were not many figures in the field, only a dozen people.
Among them, there are young people who come from the wasteland with fierce eyes, and there is also Mu Qi.
But even with these two people, cold sweat could not help but secrete on their foreheads.
"what?"
Suddenly, Liu Mu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Qin Xuan.
He felt something was wrong. From Qin Xuan's body, he didn't even feel the slightest difficulty, those slightly loose eyes.
Absent-minded! ?
He dare to be so arrogant under the pressure of his dignified Yuan Ying Zhongpin Yuanshen's might?
Liu Mu's eyes condensed slightly, and the primordial spirit moved, and at that instant, the pressure he pressed into Qin Xuan's Sea of Knowledge nearly doubled.
"This little guy is interesting. Under the primordial spirit, he dare to be so careless!" Liu Yun found out earlier, his eyes a little strange.
But as Liu Mu's Yuanshen's pressure became heavier, Liu Mu's expression became more solemn.
There was even a touch of disbelief flashing in his eyes. The pressure of his own might be unbearable even for the great cultivator, but entering this white-haired young man was like a muddy sea, with no sound.
An irritation flashed in Liu Mu's eyes, and in this, there were almost only three people left in the entire venue.
The Golden Core monk from the wasteland, Mu Qi, the Seventh Prince of the West Cloud Kingdom, and Qin Xuan.
Suddenly, the primordial spirit behind Liu Mu was shocked, and he exerted his own coercion, which doubled his strength.
boom!
There was a blast, as if the great tortoise stepped into the sea of knowledge, and the power of the soul had more than doubled.
The deserted young man and Mu Qi immediately pale, and their hearts are splitting, Mu Qi is even more unbearable, and a mouthful of blood is spurted out in the vaguely, and their faces are tired.
This scene suddenly changed the expression of the monk Wanzong who was watching.
"Liu Mu!"
Liu Yun shouted loudly, and Liu Mu was awakened in a flash.
The primordial spirit behind him disappeared in an instant, and he sank into Liu Mu's sea of consciousness.
As if the artesian cloud woke up while drinking, Qin Xuan's eyes reunited, he glanced at the figure standing alone in the audience, frowning slightly.
"Is the assessment finished?"
The soft whisper sounded faintly from this world, but it fell into the ears of Liu Mu and the appraisal disciples like thunder.
