Chapter 1629 I Don't Accept It

"Still pretending?"

The eagle man looked around from time to time and saw that the young man in Taoist robes was still practicing with his eyes closed, his face full of disdain, "In the early stage of the Douxiao realm, I am not even qualified to become an outer disciple, but I still want to fly up a branch and become a phoenix? I really don't know Master. What is wrong with you? You have poor qualifications and poor understanding, and you have made me lose the fruit of Bodhicitta."

When he thought of Master giving Bodhicitta to Yan Luo, he felt itchy with hatred.

Each practitioner can swallow three bodhicitta fruits in his lifetime. The master has given him two. With one more, he may become a wonderful real person.

It was given to Yan Luo.

"I'll see how long you can keep pretending. Soon, the high priests will start the first round of screening. I'm not qualified, and you are definitely not qualified either."

The eagle man whispered secretly.

Time passed slowly, half a year passed.

This day.

A gust of divine power turned into a violent wind and swept through the entire Black Lock Mountain. Ninety-nine percent of the disciples were swept up by the violent wind and thrown to the edge of the sacred mountain. Only one hundred thousand people remained on the mountain.

"Senior brother, are you out too?"

The white-bearded middle-aged disciple looked disappointed when he saw the figure of the male eagle cultivator, "Even senior brother has been eliminated. It seems that we will all return without success."

"Our cultivation level is too low, and we are destined to be inferior to the ninth-grade Patriarch and all the venerables. We can just go through the motions and don't care too much." The eagle man waved his hands slightly, "It's funny to say that Yan Luo, that idiot, is among us. He has the lowest cultivation level and the latest time to enter the Douxiao realm, but he has been pretending to practice for half a year. "

"You're so pretentious that you think the high priest can't see it? When I find him, I'm going to make some serious mockery of him."

As they spoke, several people looked around.

There are hundreds of millions of practitioners gathered around the sacred mountain, ranging from the ninth-grade patriarch to the early Douxiao realm, with no end in sight.

After a long moment, they finally saw the female cultivator with phoenix eyes. The middle-aged white-bearded female cultivator was standing next to the woman, looking around anxiously, obviously looking for them.

"over there!"

Several people rushed over quickly.

"Fang Tong, Shi Peng, you are also out," the white-bearded middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "It seems that we will all return in vain this time."

"Master, there are endless elites in the divine religion. There are more than a million people in True Impression alone. It is reasonable for us to be eliminated," the eagle man comforted

, "I just took a quick glance. Those who stayed in Black Lock Mountain are all eighth-grade peaks, and there are also many ninth-grade and venerable ones. It's not surprising to lose to them."

"In my opinion, the high priest shouldn't let Douxiao Realm participate. We haven't even understood the lowest rules, so why are we talking about time and space? It's just a formality." Shi Peng said.

"By the way, have you seen Junior Brother Yan Luo?" the female cultivator with Feng Eyes asked.

"I didn't see it," the eagle man curled his lips slightly, "I guess he was rolled into some corner by the divine power. It's funny to say that he actually pretended to be enlightened for half a year. All the high priests are people with hands and eyes that can reach the sky. Isn't that so? So fooled?"

"Find him first!" said the white-bearded middle-aged man.

Everyone looked left and right, looking for traces of Yan Luo. There were a large number of practitioners gathered around the mountain. There were hundreds of millions of them. Each one was above the Douxiao realm. The layers of soul thoughts collided with each other, making it difficult for everyone to detect the surroundings. scene.

You can only observe slowly with your eyes.

After a while, Master Baixu and his apprentice turned around half of the Black Suo Mountain, but still could not find any trace of Yan Luo.

"Strange, where did this kid go?" The eagle man raised his eyebrows, "Could he have offended some big shot and was killed casually!"

"Nonsense," the white-bearded middle-aged man scolded, "Yan Luo acts steadily, how can he offend others? What's more, this is Heisuo Mountain, and several high priests are sitting on the top of the mountain. Who dares to be so impudent and kill in front of the high priest? Fellow disciple?"

Suddenly, the female cultivator with phoenix eyes raised her right hand and pointed to the depths of Black Lock Mountain, "Master, look there quickly. Does that person's back look like Junior Brother Yan Luo?"

The white-bearded middle-aged man quickly turned his head and looked deep into the mountain.

At this moment, Black Lock Mountain has been enveloped by the space-time formation, and the interior of the mountain maintains a thousand times flow rate at all times. The distorted space makes all scenes extremely blurred, and only the outline of the human figure can be vaguely seen.

"I can't see the appearance clearly, but the body shape is indeed somewhat similar," the white-bearded middle-aged man squinted his eyes and observed carefully for a moment before saying half-convincedly, "Yan Luo is dull in nature and has low understanding. As a teacher, I also saw that he has a strong Taoist heart. He was given a Bodhicitta fruit. With his qualifications, it is unlikely that he would be chosen by the high priest."

"How could it be him?" The eagle man sneered, "In terms of talent and understanding, I am many times higher than Yan Luo, and my cultivation level is even different. Even I was eliminated by the high priest, let alone him? Even if the high priest really made a mistake, it is impossible to choose someone who is in the early stage of Douxiao Realm.

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The words have not yet finished.

A vast ancient mirror appeared above Black Lock Mountain, and the mirror clearly reflected the scene in the mountain. On the top of the ancient mirror, Yan Su Shi stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly, "For the sake of fairness, all the disciples of the teaching can witness this selection process."

Hundreds of millions of divine disciples looked at the ancient mirror.

There are hundreds of thousands of cultivators sitting in the depth of the mirror, many of them are true sages and venerables, and there are many ninth-grade ancestors. In addition, there are also a few in the early stage of true artistic conception.

The whole body of these practitioners is filled with fluctuations of spiritual power, allowing people to sense its changes more clearly.

"Eh? Is that person from the Douxiao realm?"

A divine disciple suddenly pointed to the corner of the mirror.

The white-bearded master and apprentice looked in the direction of the finger, and their eyes suddenly widened, with shock and disbelief on their faces.

"Master, that... that is... Junior Brother Yan Luo?" The Phoenix Eyed Female Cultivator's voice was a little stuttering.

"It seems... it is..."

The white-bearded middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe the scene in the depths of the ancient mirror.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be a mistake," the eagle-like man shook his head frantically, "Who is he? Why was he favored by the high priest? I know, he pretended to practice for half a year before, and the high priest was not careful and was deceived by him."

Thinking of this, the eagle-like man screamed, "High priest, this person is not qualified!"

The roar of Ruxuan Zhenren resounded through the void, and immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples of the Divine Religion.

"Who is not qualified?"

Yan Sushi lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"Fang Tong, what are you doing," the white-bearded middle-aged man turned pale, "You dare to question the decision of the chief priest, do you want to die?"

According to the rules of the Divine Religion, anyone above the Sun Platform can be called a high priest.

Nowadays, there are many disciples in the Eight Eyes Divine Religion, and the threshold for entering the Sun Platform is much higher. At least one must be a venerable. Among the high priests, the nine throne holders are the most venerable. Yan Sushi is the first priest and the one with the highest status.

"Master, Yan Luo is only in the early stage of Douxiao Realm. How can he pass the selection? I don't accept it."

The eagle man looked sinister and looked up at the sky. "High priest, this person is called Yan Luo. He is the last disciple of my master and the one with the worst cultivation. He has very low talent and comprehension. How can he be ranked in the top 100,000 of the Divine Religion? Please judge by the high priest."