Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Things in the foreground faded to ashes, the sound of vicissitudes was far and near, high and low, ethereal like smoke.

"Looking up at the high mountains, and stopping at the sights, even if you can't reach them, your heart yearns for them. The journey to immortality is long. I hope you will keep these words in mind."

The voice of the vicissitudes of life carried great power, it seemed to be light and light, but it was deeply branded in Feng Changan's heart, and it was difficult to erase.

The scene changes, the mountains and mist are deep, and we return to the ladder.

The gatekeeper stood with his hands behind his back, and the silver sword in his hands was straight and sharp: "Please."

Feng Changan calmed down his disturbed mind, and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior." He stepped onto the first step behind the stone gate.

"It passed in just a few breaths, it's amazing!"

"The examination at the Heart-Asking Gate should be something like an illusion. This person passed it so quickly, and his temperament is too good."

Everyone stood on the ladder and whispered, recalling the scene just now.

"How could he pass..." The blue-clothed boy stared at Feng Changan's back, trembling slightly with his hands clenched in his sleeves.

He never dreamed that Feng Chang'an would ever pass, he thought that Feng Chang'an would be shot down by the young man.

Everyone can live, but Chang'an is impossible, how could Qing Yunzong accept a person like him!

Feng Chang'an turned a deaf ear to these arguments, and continued to climb up, the blood on his hand was still flowing, dripping all the way, the blood red was shocking.

When he climbed to the fifth step, the gatekeeper called him: "After reaching the top, find the deacon disciples around, and they will bandage your wound."

Young people are fickle, but unexpectedly warm.

Feng Changan paused slightly, turned around and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior!"

His pale face finally showed some living breath, with a bright smile and youthful vigor.

The gatekeeper threw Yin Jian to the ground expressionlessly: "You're welcome, next one."

The blue-clothed boy didn't seem to hear what the young man said, and he was still talking to himself: "His hands are injured, and his body doesn't look good. It's clearly... someone put water behind him..."

The cultivator's hearing is so quick, all the words the blue-clothed boy muttered in a low voice fell into the gatekeeper's ears.

The gatekeeper frowned fiercely, his face was as cold as ice: "Next!"

The boy in blue was immersed in his own world and did not move.

"I'm calling you!" The person behind couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but push him.

The blue-clothed boy hurriedly took a step forward as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Feng Changan didn't have time to notice the blue-clothed boy. After he thanked him, he bandaged the wound with a cloth and climbed straight up.

The door of asking the heart is the fourth pass, and there is the last pass, the fifth pass.

There are a total of one thousand steps in the fifth pass, and it is considered a pass if you climb it.

It's not difficult to climb up, but the hard part is that you don't have any physical strength. The first four levels have already exhausted your physical strength. At this time, there is not much physical strength left.

Feng Chang'an staggered up about [-] steps, his eyes felt a little dizzy, and his eyes turned black.

The arm supporting the railing was sore, and the cold sweat blurred his eyes, making him unable to see the way ahead.After struggling for a few steps, Feng Changan sat slumped on the steps.

There were heavy footsteps behind him, and he turned his head to see that there were already many people on the steps, and the latecomers were almost catching up with him.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and then, there was a strong wind and dark clouds, covering the entire sky over Kunlun Xu.

This is...it's going to rain heavily?

Feng Changan looked up, his heart sank, if it rained heavily, this road would be even more difficult to walk.

"It won't rain, it's thunder." 081 said suddenly.

Thunder Tribulation?

Who wants to break through at this time?

The dark clouds are getting denser and denser, making people breathless.

"Boom one by one" the thunder continued, the electric snake rolled, and the sky was torn apart. In this dark environment, a red light rushed from the Kunlun Xu.

The moment the bright red light rushed up, a purple thunder condensed from the sky, the purple thunder was about the size of a wrist, fiercely slashing towards the red light!

When two collided, the sky and the earth were dimmed, making people unable to open their eyes.

Hearing a deafening explosion, and then opening his eyes, everything disappeared, and the sky returned to its original state, as clear as a wash.

"Who is this, why are we going through the catastrophe here? Fortunately, we dispersed quickly, otherwise, we will also suffer."

"That's it!"

"It's strange, why did this thunder tribulation shatter after a single strike..."

There were chirping complaints coming from behind, Feng Changan stared closely at the falling red light, he knew it in his heart.

This is not thunder disaster, this is divine punishment.

There are three, six, and nine grades of thunder calamity, and monks generally start to drop thunder from the golden core stage, and there are three for the lowest grade, and it is impossible to be one.

A thunder calamity is used to punish those who have committed serious mistakes, which is called Heaven's Punishment.

As far as he knew, only the Demon Lord who was newly enthroned thousands of years ago survived a thunderstorm, struck every day, and it was horrific.

It is impossible for Qing Yunzong to have such a person, could it be the one from the Demon Realm?

As soon as this idea was established, it was severely shattered!

The red light fell on the steps. It was a handsome young man, not the dying Demon Lord.

The young man wore a white robe with wide sleeves, and there were some black traces of being burned by lightning on the corner of his clothes. A glaring flame blazed from his bony left hand. The temperature of the flame was so high that it scorched the moist air to dryness.

He was born handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and a straight nose, thick black hair, and a pair of protruding willow-leaf eyes that were slightly sharp, with evil spirits tinged with indifference.

When looking down at the teenagers climbing the ladder, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he let out a sneer.

"What kind of trash are the ones coming up this year?"

After 20 years, when he heard this familiar voice again, Feng Changan's breathing stagnated, and the tips of his lungs seemed to be trembling.

After the end of "Zhenbei", as usual, Yun Xu, the protagonist, is the direct disciple of Chang'an, the scumbag teacher in the original work, but unlike ordinary direct disciples, he only holds the title of direct disciple, and his actual status is already comparable to that of the suzerain.

One by one, because of his unrestrained temperament, he didn't want to take care of the affairs of the sect, so he has always maintained his position as a direct disciple.

This time worshiping Qing Yunzong again, Feng Changan had already expected to meet Yun Xu, after all, it was the sect's own disciples who organized the recruitment.

Then, he imagined countless kinds of encounters, such as meeting swords, such as tit for tat, and such as long time, he forgot all of them, and did not know each other, but there was no such kind.

Feng Chang'an sits on the ladder and looks up at the young man. The young man stands against the vast sky and the earth, standing on the ladder, and wherever he looks, there is grayness and precipitation, which floats the vast sky and the earth with a layer of gray.

The distance is only dozens of steps, but it is extremely far away.

The teenagers thought that the young man was unparalleled in appearance, but when they heard this, their cheeks became hot, and they thought that this man had blinded his beautiful eyes for nothing.

You are trash!Your whole family is trash!

Just about to argue a few words, several deacon disciples flew over from Kunlun Xu Yujian.

"Elder Mo is looking for you." Several deacon disciples said cautiously.

Yun Xu looked at them, and the flame in his hand restrained a little, but it still didn't completely disappear.

"What's the matter?"

Deacon disciple: "The roster of new entry-level disciples has been compiled, please go and have a look."

"Got it." Just as he was about to leave, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Feng Chang'an, who was slumped on the ladder with a shocked expression on his face. Yun Xu sneered and said, "When did the Zong become a shelter, and all sick and disabled people went in there?" plug."

Feng Chang'an is sick and sick, his ears are very pointed, and his face is downcast.

Yun Xu smiled and asked several deacon disciples: "Why didn't such a person get kicked out of the first test?"

He chuckled, evil spirit extended from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eyes, ferocious like a ghost hovering on the edge of hell.

An evil spirit that is not warmed by the sun and not warmed by the fire.

"You..." Feng Chang'an subconsciously wanted to refute, but he saw several deacon disciples blinking their eyes desperately, as if they had a muscle spasm.

"The first test is the spiritual root. As long as you have a spiritual root, you can pass. Only the last test will kick such a person."

Several deacon disciples swallowed, and racked their brains to protect the newcomers, lest they be kicked out before they even started.

They didn't doubt that Yun Xu would kick people, Yun Xu was insane and couldn't do anything.

"According to my disciples, he will be kicked out soon!"

Feng Changan: "..."

Yun Xu sneered, turned around and disappeared in place.Seeing him leave, several deacon disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly chased after Yu Jian.