Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

After Lin Yi left, Jiang Beixuan's divine thoughts fell outside Jiuli Immortal Island.

Huge yellowed paper floats silently in mid-air.

And the number shown above is only seven hundred.

This means that hundreds of thousands of disciples have fallen in the Purgatory Rakshasa realm.

There is only half a day left before the first round of 10 days.

Jiang Beixuan faintly looked forward to it.

Being able to stand out from hundreds of thousands of disciples is qualified to become his own registered disciple.

After all, this group of disciples will be in charge of the existence of a domain for themselves in the future.

......

Time passes quickly.

Under Jiang Beixuan's gaze.

The swirls on the paper began to shake violently.

Ten figures stepped out of it.

These disciples were covered in tattered robes at the moment, and there were even more hideous wounds on their bodies.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the ten surviving disciples had their faces full of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Looking at the huge yellowed piece of paper behind them, their feelings were very complicated.

In just ten days, they almost survived in purgatory.

The dangers that may be faced at any time and place, the strange calls that sound from time to time in the dome, and the tragic deaths of countless fellow disciples.

"Maggie. "

"Take them to Fairy Island. "

Jiang Beixuan stood under an old tree with his hands in his hands, already thinking about his next plan in his heart.

Originally, he thought that few of these disciples would be able to come out alive.

But now it seems that my own guess is not comprehensive enough.

When people are facing death, the potential is enormous!

These disciples were not so resolute and decisive in their hearts, but under the extreme environment, they all began to transform.

It is indeed terrifying and dangerous in the Purgatory Rakshasa realm, but after all, it is a means to sharpen disciples, as long as the initial panic is overcome, they will have the initial ability to survive.

But to survive for ten days, you need to have a strong will, unyielding perseverance, and a certain amount of luck.

After Mei Ji temporarily placed the ten disciples, she returned to Jiang Beixuan's side.

Jiang Beixuan was not in a hurry to see that famous disciple.

After all, there are still many disciples in the Purgatory Rakshasa Realm who are being tested.

After Jiang Beixuan released the picture scroll and announced that he could worship him after breaking through the Purgatory Rakshasa Realm, in addition to the first wave of a large number of disciples, there were fewer and fewer disciples who dared to step into it later.

Even on the fourth and fifth days... No one dares to step into it anymore.

Time passes slowly.

There are still four days left before the last group of living disciples pass the test.

On the yellowed drawing paper, the number of surviving disciples was less than six hundred.

And this number is decreasing all the time.

"I hope twenty more disciples will pass. "

"The time has come to push the Yan Tu Hundred Domains sideways. "

Jiang Beixuan sighed slightly in his heart...

The Yan Earth Hundred Domains must be taken over by his cultivators! including the future Holy Lord of the Zhen World Holy Sect, he must also choose a suitable candidate.

If you want to completely control the Yantu Hundred Domains, whether it is your own cultivators to establish sect branches, or to create an imperial family...

In short, all the forces on the land must be suppressed!

Only then will the system determine that it has completed the task.

The Yantu Hundred Domains are still easy to control, and the Fenglan Domain, where the Zhenshi Holy Sect is located, is in a good location, and it is at the core of the Yantu Hundred Domains.

Even if the strength of these registered disciples is a little inferior, he can forcibly suppress those other forces that are ready to move for them.

But in the future, they are destined to have more cultivators, and what they are going to conquer will be the entire Burning Sun World!

and so on to solve the Yantu Hundred Domains.

The screening must be made more difficult.

In the entire Burning Sun World, there are some prosperous places, even the vastness of a domain, which can almost be compared to the Yantu Hundred Domains!

In this vast land, there will always be times when you can't take care of yourself.

In short, there is still a long way to go.

Jiang Beixuan turned around, raised his hand to tear the void, and his figure disappeared in place.

......

Qingxiao Domain, on the long border.

Millions of mountains stand, and a small city stands quietly beyond the mountains.

At this moment, the city is filled with an air of tension.

Many fierce beasts pulled carts and were migrating towards the outside of the city.

Restaurants and teahouses that were once prosperous have been closed.

"Alas..."

"The Imperial Clan's melee has begun, and the Qingxiao Domain is going to be completely uneasy. "

A white-haired old man looked sadly at the ranks of fleeing monks on the street.

These people are not strong, most of them are just forging the body realm, and they can't even control the magic weapon to cross the void.

It is precisely because of this that their lives are even more insecure.

This small city stands on the border of the Qingxiao Domain, and it may be affected by the battle between the major forces at any time.

If you don't hurry away, what awaits everyone will only be death.

In this world where the strong are respected, the lives of the weak are as humble as ants, and even if they are killed by the strong, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck.

"Uncle Clan, what are you still doing in a daze? "

"Nearly 10 million powerhouses from the Purple Sword Sect and the Snow Jade Sect are already approaching here, and no one can say when a melee will break out..."

At this time, a sturdy man kindly reminded the white-haired old man.

"That's it, that's it. "

"I'm not leaving, old man. "

"Let's go..."

"I am nearing the end of my life, and being able to be buried in my homeland can be regarded as a fallen leaf and return to my roots. "

The white-haired old man looked calm, with a hint of bitterness in the depths of his eyes.

Since the Zhenshi Holy Sect strongly suppressed the powerhouses of the three major forces, the Qingxiao Domain has been calm for nearly a hundred years.

But all this will also be completely broken.

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