The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

Lone Wing Mountain is called Lone Wing Mountain for two reasons.

One is that this mountain is endless, not a single blade of grass grows, and from a distance, there is still a messy demonic energy faintly steaming, like a black-gray solitary wing.

Another reason is the legend of the Lonely Wing Mountain.

According to legend, this Lonely Wing Mountain is where the ancestors suppressed the filthy and evil thoughts from the beginning of chaos when they opened up the primordial realm, forming this mountain range with continuous demonic energy.

There is also a demonic vein in the mountain, where the demonic energy is raging, and the birds will break one of their wings when they pass by. Even the head of the fairy sect in the world dare not approach it easily.

But such a mountain range is full of people on the tenth day of the first month of the lunar calendar.

Looking up and down that day, there are people gathering everywhere as far as the eye can see, there are countless people with swords, those who ride cranes, and those who stand on the ground.

Of course, it is not known whether these are human beings or other things in human skin.

"I heard that there are only two enrollment places for Wangchuan Xianmen this year?" A white-faced scholar sat on the hilt of his sword, and said to a black-faced butcher beside him.

The butcher stepped on a black hammer, his upper body was naked/naked, his muscles were knotted, and his voice was like a bell when he spoke: "Yes! That's you and me."

The scholar laughed, and when he was about to say something else, he heard a distant bell ringing from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light shone from far away from the source of the sound, and that light reached the top of Lonely Wing Mountain in the blink of an eye, located among the clouds.

When everyone saw the scene after the golden light cleared, they all gasped.

Above the clouds, there is a majestic and majestic palace. Amidst the clouds and mist, one can vaguely discern a golden plaque with the inscription "Wangchuan Yunge".

"The rumors are true! The Immortal Gate of Wangchuan really built the palace above the clouds!"

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing! I have seen this Yunding Immortal Palace today!"

"Worthy of being the number one fairy gate! It's just this one glance, and it's not in vain to come here!"

All of a sudden, the valley became even more noisy!

After an unknown amount of time, the gate of the Yun Pavilion was slowly opened, and a figure walked out leisurely.

The man's figure was hidden in the clouds and fairy light, not very clear, and vaguely felt like a tall and tall man.

Suddenly, an elegant male voice came from everyone's ears: "There are quite a few people coming this year."

The voice was clear and cool, it seemed to stick behind the ear, and it seemed to be far away in the sky, and it stopped abruptly when it was time to distinguish it carefully.

Everyone stood solemnly, and there was only the whistling wind in the valley for a moment.

Chu Shiluo stood on the cloud, his long hair danced in the wind, and he was extremely graceful.

He casually glanced down twice, then looked away, as if he was looking for someone but couldn't find him, and he was used to this result.

It has been four years since he came to this world, and Chu Shiluo still hasn't found a way to leave these worlds, not even the variable pointed to by the last clue.

Chu Shiluo suddenly missed the system.Although the system that he personally destroyed was a tool to monitor himself, it also helped him a lot.

However, this thought was only fleeting, and he completely forgot it when he turned his head.

I won’t mention the past, but right now he is no longer the Infinity Stream No. 1 who is worshiped by countless players and feared by all the ghosts, but the number one immortal sect in the Five Realms—the peak master of Lingjian Peak, Chu Qing, Chu Shiluo, the immortal sect of Wangchuan. .

The five peaks of the Wangchuan Immortal Gate are full of "people are thriving", but the recruitment criteria handed down since ancient times have not changed, that is, every year on the tenth day of the first month of the lunar calendar, it is necessary to recruit talents from all over the world.

The person in charge of recruiting students is the peak master of the five peaks of Xianmen, and only one of the five should come forward.

This sounds like a good job, but in fact it is a very thankless job, and those immortal peak masters who are above the top don't bother to take it.

Although when the Wangchuan Immortal Gate was first established, it relied on the recruitment conference to attract many talented monks, and it is now prosperous.

But that was before, and now, if there is an amazingly talented person, he will be praised by the Five Realms as early as his youth, and he will be looted by hundreds of immortals, and he will never wait for the enrollment meeting.

Now in this admissions conference, if a genius can be selected, it would be really absurd.

Moreover, these monks who stand out from the crowd at the recruitment conference can only be regarded as outer disciples even if they enter the immortal sect, unless their talents are really not bad, and they will have the opportunity to enter the inner sect to formally apprentice after a long time.

But such a person will not come out in hundreds of years.

Therefore, nearly a thousand years have passed, and the Wangchuan Xianmen Recruitment Conference, which was famous in the five worlds at that time, has become a meaningless form.

In addition to the fact that there are still the same number of candidates every year, the current admissions conference is no longer the same as it was in its heyday.

Previously, the peak masters had been taking turns doing this task, but since Chu Shiluo took over this body three years ago, he has been here every year.

Of course, he didn't have nothing to do, he just wanted to make a living. You must know that if you go through this every year, you will have enough food expenses for a year.

Thinking about it, he called out his name loudly: "Amu."

As soon as Chu Shiluo finished speaking, he saw a white hairball-like object rushing out of Yunge like a small cannonball.

The little fur ball reached Chu Shiluo's feet in the blink of an eye, then skillfully climbed onto his shoulders, and sat down firmly.

It turned out that it was a palm-sized little white-haired fox, with fluffy and soft fur, snow-white body, and pink lips and nose.

"Daddy." The little fox uttered the words, and it sounded like a crisp young boy.

Chu Shiluo hugged him with one hand on his shoulders, put him on the ground, and said softly: "Old rules, do you know what to do next?"

"Amu knows!" The little fox nodded, and a fur tail that was bigger than the body shook it as if asking for credit. The amber pupils were not pure like foxes, but more like some small herbivorous animals. .

"Amu is awesome." Chu Shiluo rubbed the little fur ball, then got up, and returned to the pavilion in a blissful manner.

Everyone couldn't see the truth, they only knew that the luxuriously dressed immortal just said the words just now, then stood there for half a moment, and now he went back again.

Before everyone could react, he heard a crisp, youthful voice and spoke solemnly.

"Trial rules, the trial field opens at [-]:[-] noon, and all fellow Taoists can enter. However, those who do not meet the admission rules of the Xianmen may be sent out of the mountain or hanged. Please enter carefully."

"This year's Wangchuan Immortal Sect recruits two people. The beginners will have a string of bracelets with them. The bracelets record the demonic energy collected after slaying monsters. The magical energy is exchanged for points. The higher the level of the monster killed, the more The higher the points, the top two will be able to enter the Wangchuan Immortal Gate."

"Reminder: Points are precious, and life is more expensive. I hope all fellow Taoists cherish life, and run away if you can't beat it. It's over!"

After saying that, the young man's voice disappeared, and the door of Yun Pavilion closed again.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, followed by a louder discussion than before.

"That one just now is listening to Yunxian Zun Chu Shiluo?"

"That's right. For the past three years, he has been doing this hard work, and the rest of the immortals don't have such leisure."

"Brother, what is the meaning of this? Why is only Master Chu Xian doing it?"

The person before said in surprise: "Brother, you haven't heard of it?"

"I've never heard of it before, brother, please don't pretend to be a fool, tell me quickly."

The man motioned for the other person to come closer, and then lowered his voice and said, "You saw that immortal just now, do you think that he is dressed gorgeously, even if you can't see his face clearly, you can still see that he has a refined temperament? Actually not, according to rumors Ah, although this Immortal Venerable Tingyun looks wealthy, he is actually so poor that he can't even afford to eat, and he makes a living by helping others from the same family."

"Is there such a thing?!"

The man carefully glanced at the fairy pavilion in the cloud, and then said softly: "I also heard people say that this person has owed a lot of debts. He used to like to gamble in the world, but now he doesn't gamble. Falling in love with luxurious jewelry, seems to have a habit of cutting off sleeves! Tsk tsk tsk, it's really not doing business properly and ruining the style of the family."

"Okay, you can't hear you when you are an immortal, can you?" The companion reminded, "Don't gossip about what you have heard from the books. In any case, the strength of the immortal is that you and I have worked hard all our lives to reach the level. out of bounds."

When the man heard the words, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and he hurriedly said: "Don't say it, don't say it."

With lingering fears in his heart, he realized that he only remembered Chu Shiluo's well-known folk stories, but he forgot that this celestial deity was gifted, and he was already a Jindan real person at the age of 27.

Although his cultivation level has not improved since then, and his strength is also the weakest among the five peak masters of the Wangchuan Immortal Sect, he is still a rare genius in the world!

If it wasn't for his lack of professionalism, his current cultivation would definitely be more than that.

......

The topics of the people changed one after another. It seemed that everyone was full of fighting spirit, but the closer to noon, the more dignified the atmosphere in the valley.

Finally, the sun hangs in the air, and it is a quarter of noon!

I don't know who yelled "It's time" first, and then everyone felt in a trance for a moment, and then opened their eyes, and they were scattered all over the trial field.

At the same time, a silver-white bracelet appeared on their wrists, which looked crystal clear and free of impurities.

Before everyone lamented that the immortal gate was so powerful that it could create such a large formation, they couldn't help themselves and started fighting with the monsters that rushed up.

I saw that every time they killed a monster, the white bracelets on their wrists would turn black.

But at this moment, everyone has no time to care about others, they only care about fighting with the monster that has been hungry for a whole year, and they don't care about the change of the bracelet.

The trial begins!

……

Before he knew it, half a day had passed, and it was less than a quarter of an hour before the end of the trial.

Countless contestants have more or less failed the lottery, some of them have already lost their lives, and some were transported out of the boundary by the formation when they were dying, and they were cast by Master Chu Luolue, and they will save half of their lives.

Everyone in the arena was also exhausted, but in the end, it was all about endurance.

The surviving monks all held their breath, trying to kill a few more monsters at the last moment.

But at this moment, a mutation occurred!