Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

He thought he was used to the darkness long ago, but he was still afraid.

It was not only the darkness that eyes could see, the color of the black hole seemed to have a solid body, wrapping around his limbs, dragging him down the abyss.

In the dark depths, there is a viscous dark red, as if strong magma is boiling, or like dried flesh and blood.

Disgusting.

Panicked and scared again.

He tried his best to stretch out his hand, but he couldn't catch anything. A bit of flesh and blood hung from his fingers, and hit the palm with only bones left.

it hurts...

Everything is gone, Hai Jing is gone, he is here alone, he can't get out at all...

The black mist clung to him again, as if something wet and soft had licked his elbow.

The memory of animal teeth biting flesh and blood was deeply etched in his bones. He dodged in horror and struggled desperately.

"Ouch..."

The weak and obedient cry gave him a moment of clarity.

It was the only spirit beast that was loyal to him.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, but he couldn't touch the familiar soft fur.

It turned out that it was also eaten clean.

Fu Yaoye woke up from the nightmare, her fingers clenched the quilt tightly.

He was panting heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

The young man's lips were bloodless. He tremblingly raised his hands to his eyes, and after looking at them repeatedly, he finally believed that these hands were real.

He was not in the Devil's Abyss, he was not hunted down;

He's been, reborn.

He was in Qingheng Mountain, he just built the foundation, he didn't fall into the devil...

The black hair hangs down on the thin shoulders, scattered like a waterfall, and illuminated by the moonlight like water, it looks like a three-thousand-foot hoarfrost.

Fu Yaoye slowly relaxed.

He told himself over and over that it was just a dream.

There was wind outside the window, and the leaves "rustled". Fu Yaoye calmed down, got out of bed barefoot, and pushed the door open.

Qingheng Mountain at night is quiet, and under the dark night there is the sound of all things growing.

As the clouds dispersed and the moon rose, Changhua Peak, which was hidden in the night, was slightly illuminated, and the bushes and rocks gradually appeared, becoming clear and clear.

The spring night was still a bit chilly, Fu Yaoye closed his coat, let go of his thoughts, and looked up at the night sky.

Even though it was just a dream, those things really happened.

Fu Yaoye closed his eyes.

It was his good senior brother who sent him into the realm of Yundu, planted the devil-devouring grass for him, reversed black and white, and expelled him from the master...

There seemed to be the roar of monsters under the demonic abyss in his ears, and the blood color gradually stained Fu Yaoye's eyes.

Sheng Lang.

Sheng Lang...

How did he fare in the end?

Fu Yaoye looked up at the top of Changxi Peak and smiled coldly.

Back then, half of his body was turned into a bone, and he tried his best to escape from the Demon Abyss, but what he was waiting for was the killing order from the new head of Qingheng Mountain.

The young man in Tsing Yi who taught him how to practice swords in the past looked down upon him being thrown on the ground, looking at him with regret and disgust.

Fu Yaoye recalled the look in his eyes at that time, and twitched the corners of his lips mockingly.

Could it be that if you act too much, you will also deceive yourself?

Does he really dare to assume the position of head of the family?

The wind suddenly became louder, and Fu Yaoye woke up suddenly.

He blinked, felt a breath coming from the opposite bush, and immediately held his breath.

The bushes swayed, as if being moved by something, Fu Yaoye concentrated his attention, put his right hand on his waist, and Hai Jing silently took shape in his hand.

The bushes shook a few times, and suddenly a black spirit beast jumped out.

It bowed its body, bared its teeth, and growled a few times at Fu Yaoye, but because it was too small, it had no deterrent effect.

Seeing the cat-like spirit beast, Fu Yaoye breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around to go back, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the cat-like spirit beast wrapped around a vague black mist.

He frowned and took a few steps forward, but the spirit beast backed away in shock.

Fu Yaoye sighed, knelt down and spread out his palms, and stretched them out in front of the spirit beast.

The black spirit beast stepped forward to sniff, as if smelling something it liked, it became docile, and even wanted to stick out its tongue to lick Fu Yaoye's fingers.

Fu Yaoye sighed silently, flipped his hands quickly, and nimbly grabbed the back of the spirit beast's neck.

The spirit beast couldn't react, and before it could struggle, the black mist on its body suddenly thickened, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared in Fu Yaoye's hands.

Those hands had distinct joints, and there was a bit of black air around their fingertips.

The young man with sparse eyebrows was expressionless and lightly twirled his fingertips.

"Devil's breath..." Fu Yaoye murmured to himself in a low voice, "How courageous."

With a sigh, he brushed off his wide sleeves, as if tearing off the filth, and regained his appearance as clean as snow.

"Senior Brother Sheng, Chang Chuanfeng won a total of 14 people."

"20 people from Changhui Peak."

"Ten people from Changbi Peak."

Xiao Jianyuan nodded, took the list, and took a pen to write down one by one.

There was a commotion outside the hall, Xiao Jianyuan couldn't help but wailed at the system: "I'm so tired!"

"Be patient," the system said, "The plot requires it. After this section, I will go to the realm of Yundu immediately."

When Xiao Jianyuan heard the words "Yundu Realm", he lifted his spirits and geared up: "Okay, after the first test, we will go to the decisive battle. When the list of [-] people comes out, we can go right away... oh wait Wait, why is there still a shortlist for the preliminary examination?"

The competition was held as scheduled, and all peaks selected the disciples to participate in the decisive battle according to the regulations. Seeing that the time was approaching, only Chang Yanfeng's quota was not handed in.

Xiao Jianyuan was in charge of various matters of this competition, and he was already very busy. He looked at the sky, stood up and was about to go to Changyan Peak, when he suddenly saw Fu Yaoye walking in from outside the main hall: "Senior brother, what's the matter?" Where are you going?"

Xiao Jianyuan stood still in front of him, and said: "The list of disciples from each peak is still short of Chang Yanfeng. I'm going to remind you."

He asked Fu Yaoye again: "How about you, Chubi?"

Fu Yaoye said with a smile: "Of course it's a total victory."

Because Changhua Peak had very few disciples, Elder Lu allowed Lu Yaoye to participate in the competition in Changhui Peak.

really.

Xiao Jianyuan nodded secretly, even without the aura of the protagonist, according to Fu Yaoye's cultivation base, none of the disciples in the same class could beat him.

Fu Yaoye said: "Brother, I'll go to Changyan Peak."

Today he changed into a tunic robe that is easy to move around. The girdle is embroidered with delicate dark patterns with silver thread. He is tall and straight, holding a three-foot-long sea mirror in his hand.

"Brother, isn't he done yet?" Fu Yaoye looked at the rice paper in Xiao Jianyuan's hand, and said softly, "Then let me ask for Chang Yanfeng's list for you."

Fu Yaoye had been participating in the competition all day, and Xiao Jianyuan could tell that he was a little tired.

Xiao Jianyuan wanted to decline, but at the right time, Dong Changying, the elder responsible for supervising the disciples' discipline, came over and stopped him.

The bearded elder held a wooden crutch with a kind face, and said to Xiao Jianyuan, "Sheng Lang, there are a few disciples who are arguing over their rankings, go and have a look."

Xiao Jianyuan agreed, and had no choice but to deal with Yao Ye and said: "Then it will be hard for the younger brother."

"Where is the brother?" Fu Yaoye shook his head quickly, "I can only share some chores for the brother."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. I'll wait for you at Changhua Peak."

Xiao Jianyuan explained a few words, then walked in the direction Dong Changying said.

He looked at the back of Xiao Jianyuan leaving in a hurry, his eyes moved slightly.

In the previous life, Sheng Lang had to do everything by himself.

Dong Changying leaned on a wooden stick, stood beside Fu Yaoye, and asked, "I heard that you won the big competition in the first test?"

Fu Yaoye bowed and saluted: "Yes."

"That's right," Dong Changying smiled slightly, "It's the same as your senior brother back then."

His turbid eyes looked at the young man in the distance: "He won the championship in one fell swoop, and in the 25 competitions, he has never lost a single one."

"You Chang Huafeng, it seems that you want to revive the sword cultivator."

Hearing this, Fu Yaoye showed a smile and said softly, "I hope so."

I hope there will always be two sword cultivators in Changhua Peak.

Changyan Peak is actually the one with the weakest sense of existence in Qingheng Mountain.

Li Yuanbei, the master of Changyan Peak, practiced the art of controlling beasts. If he had practiced it for thousands of years, it could only be called a crooked way.

Although animal control is different from the past, it is also a way of cultivation that has been neglected nowadays.

When Fu Yaoye arrived at Changyan Peak, he saw two spirit beasts biting on the ring.

It turned out that the initial test was not over yet.

Fu Yaoye stood on the periphery of the disciples, observing carefully.

If ranked by force value, it must be Changhuafeng's sword repair, and the last one is Changchuanfeng.

But Fu Yaoye had seen the duel among his disciples, even Chang Chuanfeng's disciples would come to the stage to fight in person.

He stared at the ferociously biting spirit beast on the stage, with some doubts.

Could it be that Chang Yanfeng always fights like this?

The rock white tiger on the stage flicked its tail, held down the foreleg of another spirit beast, and opened its mouth to bite the opponent's neck fiercely. Amid the exclamation of the disciples in the audience, the blood of the spirit beast splashed out and sprinkled all over the place. arena.

The disciple serving as the referee walked onto the stage expressionlessly, stepped on the blood of the spirit beast, and announced loudly: "The winner is Jin Chuliu."

Fu Yaoye raised his head, looked at the black-clothed boy walking on the stage, and frowned deeply.

He didn't remember that there was this person on the initial test list in the previous life.

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"Magic to God":

"...

Fu Yaoye was drenched in blood, and there was no good flesh on his body.

The monster was even more excited because of the smell of flesh and blood, and entangled him persistently.

A green snake swam close to him with a cold temperature, and Fu Yaoye remained motionless.

He has no strength.

The snake letter slid across his arm, and was still not satisfied after licking the blood. It pointed at his wrist and opened its mouth to bite.

There was a low growl of a beast, which seemed to deter the big snake.

Fu Yaoye spoke with difficulty: "Don't..."

Don't come out, don't struggle.

He has been numb.

'Ride the wind...'

He opened his mouth to call out to the spirit beast, but only a faint breath came out.

A black leopard rushed towards the big snake with wounds all over its body, entangled with each other.

It has too many injuries and has no energy to fight at all.

In the darkness, more monsters are waiting for an opportunity.

Fu Yaoye opened his eyes wide: "Chengfeng..."

Before he could shout out, his spirit beast was devoured.

......"