Chapter 7.27

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date="2020-12-24"

title="Chapter 7.27 "

weight="113478"

series = ["My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World"]

mode = "manual"

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The deacon is dumbfounded, what do you mean? Not enough to pull hatred? You don't have to cooperate with me like this, right?

Sure enough, many people in the field changed their faces. The deacon was suddenly excited, and the justice said awe-inspiring: "Old patriarch! We should take the safety of our disciples as our top priority. At this time, we enter the secret realm, and maybe we can save another two. Don’t worry, the fierce beast in the secret realm is only Tier 2 no matter how powerful, we can handle it!"

Jingyue took the look of the crowd into his eyes, ignoring the deacon, but said: "You said that your companion is either dead or injured, but you don't see any injuries?"

Everyone was startled, some of the injured disciples looked at the wound subconsciously, and found that their bodies were intact and there was no pain! It's just that when they came out, their mood was so ups and downs that they didn't notice it!

Moreover, everyone looks neat and tidy, where does it seem to have been tortured?

Jingyue: "Since your injuries are fake, how could your companions really die?"

Could it be that everything is an illusion?

No, it's impossible! Zhao Feichen denied that everything that happened in the secret realm was so real—physical pain, heart torment, he saw his friends die in front of him, even the blood was warm!

When Zhao Feichen was about to speak, he saw another light from the teleportation array, and when the light faded, piles of disciples appeared outside the teleportation array. You pressed me, and I stacked you, instantly filling his vision.

"..."

Zhao Feichen saw King-level Cultivation in the crowd at a glance, and his mind buzzed as he rushed over like crazy. As soon as she stood still, she saw the other party Youyou wake up, "I'm... to hell? Feichen? Why are you here?"

After that, his eyes darkened, "So, you are also dead?"

Zhao Feichen twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help his nose sore, and said, "No, we are all fine."

Some people woke up one after another. Zhao Feichen saw Liu Li and Yuan Qing'er. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that everything that happened in the secret realm was fake. Neither he nor his friends left.

"Where is this? Didn't I get killed by a beast?"

"How come I can see you even when I'm dead, it's really lingering!"

"It turns out that the world after death is like this? It's like Cold Cloud Sect. Could it be that the hell everyone sees is the place in their heart that they yearn for most? Then why am I not on Baiwu Peak?

"..."

Brother, you exposed...

For a time, all kinds of wonderful conversations were endless.

"Enough!" Zhao Feichen couldn't help interrupting, "You didn't die at all. Didn't you see the ancestor still there?"

"..."

Everyone looked at Jingyue bewilderedly, but saw that his eyebrows were crooked with a smile, his original aura also dissipated a lot, and he finally looked like he should be at the age of eleven or twelve.

Jingyue: "The secrets of the hills you have experienced are all just illusions created by the ancestor Yiye using their divine consciousness. That illusion can also arouse your divine consciousness. If you are injured in the illusion, your divine consciousness will transmit pain, so you feel very Reality. If you die in an illusion, you just lose consciousness temporarily."

Whether the deacon or disciple was present, they all suddenly realized.

Suddenly someone was shocked and said: "Then my consciousness is not injured?"

Jingyue: "You try?"

The man carefully released his divine consciousness, feeling that he was a bit stronger than before, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Jingyue: "This illusion does not really damage the consciousness, but can hone the strength of the consciousness. You must have noticed the benefits. Of course, this method is effective occasionally, but in the long run, it may cause memory scars on the consciousness. ."

Some people who think they have found a way to cultivate spiritual consciousness are happy, but they are disappointed.

Another said: "It turns out that the ancestor Yiye deliberately tempered us."

Some deacons who didn't know the insider sighed: "This kind of method is really unheard of. To create such a realistic illusion, how powerful is the spirit of the ancestor Yiye?"

Only the first two deacons turned pale and did not dare to say a word.

Jingyue closed his smile, glanced at them coldly, and turned around, "However, the illusion is indeed derived from the mountain secret realm, that is to say, the two are exactly the same parallel space."

What do you mean? Do not understand.

Seeing everyone staring at him blankly, Jingyue said, "If there were no illusions created by the ancestor of a leaf, you would enter the real secret realm of small mountains, and you would truly experience all the changes in the secret realm. Such as injury, such as death."

The amount of information contained in this sentence is sufficient, and some people are cautiously testing, "The ancestors meant that someone really did a ghost in the secret realm of the hill?"

"Then ask him!"

Jingyue waved his sleeves and threw a person out of thin air.

"It's you!"

Many deacons recognized it, and this person was Deacon Zhao guarding the secret realm of the hill.

But the attention of the disciples seems to be a bit biased.

"Isn't this... the universe in the sleeves that can only be practiced in Jindanqi?"

The outer disciples looked at Jingyue with their eyes glowing, "The ancestor is really talented, but I learned it during the training period!"

Jingyue: "..."

He only wanted to draw out the people behind the scenes, so with the help of Yiye's hand, he closed Deacon Zhao's five senses and threw them into Xumi Jie, leaving him and Ling Mine to lie down for two days. The flick of the sleeve just now was purely a habitual movement.

Universe in the sleeve? nonexistent.

But at this time, it seems strange to explain it seriously?

Therefore, Jingyue can only smile **.

"Jingjing can do it! I was originally disappointed in this selection, and there was no one who could play. But this time you pretended to be very successful. I will give you one hundred and one points, and one more point is not afraid of your pride." Blue Phoenix praised.

"..."

endure! It's because Jiji made a great contribution this time.

The reason why Jingyue was able to be an "unexplored prophet" was only because he had been in the door to guard against someone trying to attack him. So he asked Blue Phoenix, who was used to listening to the wall, to go to the deacons and stewards for two laps. Blue Phoenix accepted the task happily and executed it well.

What's more, the small mountain secret realm was refined by him, and of course he felt it.

He had known the plans of those people a long time ago. The reason why he couldn't bear it was that he wanted to come and let all the disciples see clearly, how harmful is the factional struggle to Cold Cloud Sect and every disciple?

Jingyue settled down and looked at the two deacons who were born in the hand.

After seeing Deacon Zhao, the two knew that the matter had been revealed, the blood on their faces faded clean.

They glanced at each other in horror, and then hurriedly staggered, hoping that Deacon Zhao could stop his mouth, and there might be room for change.

However, things backfired.

As soon as Deacon Zhao was sober, he faced the indifferent black eyes of the new ancestor.

At that moment, the last fragment in his memory flashed in his mind-he was caught upright by the ancestor Yiye, and he was stolen.

Fear took away all the courage and strength of Deacon Zhao, and he just lay down on the ground in embarrassment, pouring beans to tell the truth.

He said that he was originally a member of the family, and was fortunate to have worshipped the Cold Cloud Sect and had been in the camp for more than a hundred years. However, his cultivation was stagnant in the first stage of foundation building, and he was eventually sent to guard the secret realm of the hill.

He knew that he had no chance to attack Golden Core, and seeing that time was running out, in order to preserve the family's interests, he could only focus on the next generation. And one of his most optimistic juniors was taken to the dungeon by Steward of the Inner Law Enforcement Hall last time, and he died.

His heart was very painful, but the talents in the clan were withered, leaving only a junior with four spiritual roots, which was the most miscellaneous and the most complicated. With such a qualification, it is impossible to pass the sect assessment, so he went to ask the senior family to send high-level help to clear it. But the family faction was scared by Jingyue, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and refused without thinking about it.

He was not reconciled, repeatedly entangled, and finally pushed the other party into anxiousness, and even uttered abusive words, saying that the members of his family were unbearable and that the Cold Cloud Sect was not a mess.

This sentence made him hate the other party, and hate Jingyue even more. He believes that Jingyue is the root cause of all this, but what can he do?

In desperation, someone approached him and said that he wanted to make a deal with him. After the incident, he only had to commit suicide to leave a way out for his children.

He thought for a while, if he only sacrificed one person, but he could protect the family, and still block Jingyue and the family faction, why not do it?

Therefore, the day before the selection, he used his authority to sprinkle the medicine powder prepared by the other party in the stream of the small mountain secret realm according to the plan. This medicine can double the strength of the beast within seven days, and the temper will be more manic.

"Old ancestor, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

After listening to Deacon Zhao's narration, several deacons from the aristocratic family wanted to kill him. They were worried that Jingyue would be angry, so scared to kneel and beg for mercy.

Jingyue waved her hand and asked, "Who instructed you?"

Deacon Zhao hesitated for a moment, but thought that the ancestors could catch him, he knew the cause and effect in advance, so why bother to hide it, so that the crime was added to the crime?

So he said: "Those people didn't want to reveal their identities, but under my insistence, they can only show their faces."

He slightly propped up his body and raised a finger behind Jingyue, "It is Deacon Luo and Deacon Liao."

"Wrong!"

When the two stewards of Luo and Liao weakened, they subconsciously began to call for grievances, but they didn't understand in their hearts that the matter was here, let alone them, even the master behind them could not escape?

There seemed to be a stick in their minds, and all their logical thinking was muddled, and they couldn't say a word of argument. The cold sweat wetted their backs, making them feel as if they were falling into the ice cellar, making their teeth rattle.

In vagueness, they heard the ancestor asking: "Deacon Zhao, don't you know that if you are really successful, many outside disciples will sacrifice? How much damage will it cause to the sect?"

Deacon Zhao was silent for a moment, and whispered: "When the time comes, I will remind you that something has happened in the secret realm of the mountain. As long as you send people to rescue immediately, the sacrificed disciples are only a few. Moreover, this is only a selection of the inner sect of this sect and does not affect the sect. Door Foundation."

As soon as he uttered his words, everyone on the scene exploded!

A deacon was so angry that he kicked him. For the cultivator, using his fists and kicks shows that his reason has been lost.

This kick did not hurt or itchy to Deacon Zhao, but he broke his last psychological defense line. He knew that his sins were inexcusable, holding his last chance, and said: "Old ancestor, now I am making a big mistake. Has been cast, do not ask for forgiveness, just ask to let my people go, they are all innocent."

After all, he poked his eyebrows with a finger and twisted his forehead forcefully, destroying the spiritual platform and breaking the foundation of cultivation.

Half a life and half death, Deacon Zhao's thoughts drifted back to his youth.

"Da Lang, our Zhao family was originally a top-notch family. If it weren't for a traitor in the clan that killed the old master and your father, and how many uncles, why did we fall into the end?"

"Da Lang, you are the best qualified person in the clan, and the Zhao family's hope of resurrection rests on you."

"Da Lang, my mother heard that you went to play in the garden today. The family who guards the garden is really ignorant and dare to delay your cultivation. My mother has sold them all."

"Da Lang, the girl from the Chen family is just a mundane woman. How can she be worthy of you? When you become successful in cultivation, most of the ladies of the family will wait for you to marry, listen to your mother, don't see her again, otherwise, don't blame your mother for treating her You're welcome."

"Da Lang, why are you so slow in gaining benefits? You didn't cultivate at all!"

"Da Lang! Do you want to watch the Zhao family collapse?"

"Da Lang!"

I don't know when, "family responsibility" has become the shackles of his life. From the moment it is put on, it is doomed to end.

It turns out that he has been unable to break through these years because he has been obsessed and lost his heart.

Unfortunately, he understood it too late.

A stream of blood fell from the eyebrows, slid over Deacon Zhao's slightly old face, and the person quickly lost his breath.

In silence, Jingyue suddenly said: "Elders, please show up."

As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the two true princes of the Purple Mansion gradually emerged. They were both elders of the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall. At this time, they were saluting Jingyue respectfully, "Ancestor."

Jingyue: "Take them all away and ask them clearly. If they are stubborn, then search for their souls. No one involved in this matter can be let go."

"Yes!"

Everyone shuddered when they heard the word search for souls, and the two deacons of Luo and Liao were even more limp, letting the elders of the Purple Mansion put the forbidden spirit stones on them.

As for why Jingyue specially invited Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall? How could he interrogate this kind of non-compliance privately?

When the scene was quiet again, everyone still hadn't recovered. They were shocked by the madness of some people. No, it can be said that they couldn't believe it.

Jingyue: "It's nothing strange. There are always people who are so lustful, so how can they achieve great avenues? But there are more beautiful people, this is the tolerance that a cultivator should possess."

After a while, the deacon cautiously said, "Ancestor, what should I do next?"

Jingyue: "Since it is the Inner Sect selection, it is natural to select the disciples who enter the Inner Sect."

The deacon was taken aback, thinking that he understood what the other party meant, "Do you want to rearrange them into the secret mountain?"

Jingyue: "Aren't they carrying the memory stone?"

Deacon: "Can it be useful in the illusion?"

Jingyue: "Of course, I won't waste my disciple's time."

When the disciples heard this, they took out the memory stones to check.

Sure enough, everything that happened in the secret realm was clearly recorded in the stone, including their injuries and deaths. Looking back again, although I still feel scared, I can understand my weaknesses more intuitively.

Everyone was overjoyed, and the deacons were also relieved.

Since the internal selection has its own set of cumbersome procedures, the final selection results need to be announced the next day. Therefore, the deacons ordered the outer disciples to hand in the memory stones, and then left here with Jingyue.

Looking at Jingyue's fading back, Zhao Feichen was envious. He only hoped that one day he would be as cool and domineering as his ancestor.

He glanced at King-level Cultivation subconsciously, and the other person happened to be looking at him. The two eyes met and both understood each other's ambitions.

——Inner door, they must go!

One day later, the results of the Inner Sect selection were announced, and both Zhao Feichen and King-level Cultivation were on the list.

This time, the Inner Sect has selected more than 900 disciples, far better than before. Because between life and death, many people have shown extraordinary character and potential.

While everyone was overjoyed, they also heard the news that the Jindan real person and a group of deacons were executed.

At the same time they were shocked, they also saw the determination of the sect-in order to maintain the rules set by the new and old ancestors, even the real Jindan said to give up.

None of the factions dared to come forward, respecting Jingyue in everything. Gradually, the entire inner door was cleaned up by Jingyue like an iron bucket, airtight.

Under the influence of Jingyue, the disciples gradually distanced themselves from factional struggles, and became accustomed to training without external assistance. Because the ancestors said that these things do more harm than good, the disciples almost blindly trust him, and even become a belief.

More importantly, today's inner door provides everyone with the most relaxed and fair practice environment. They no longer have to fight for cultivation resources, and they don't have to worry that their cultivation base will be abandoned if they fall behind, and they don't need to harm themselves in pursuit of shortcuts. What about the foundation?

The inner gate is actually peace and prosperity unseen in thousands of years. Many disciples with mediocre qualifications have made breakthroughs one after another, and the number of foundations has been several times higher than before.

As the inner gate of the bridge is like this, the core disciples and the outer gate are naturally greatly improved.

Outsiders are not aware of these changes.

But Cold Cloud Sect is well known to everyone. After a while, they will prove to the entire world of cultivation——

The glory and authority of the so-called First Dharma Sect, even if it fades for a while, it is unshakable after all!

The author has something to say: Little Theater

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Deacon Luo & Deacon Liao: We are not convinced! We want to appeal!

Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall: People get stolen and get stolen, do you still dare to complain?

Deacon Luo: It was the ancestor who used fishing law enforcement to lure us into the bait and engage in illegal activities!

Deacon Liao: Yes, he could have stopped us, intimidated us, and influenced us. He ruined our chance to be a good person.

Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall: Look at this ancestor...

Jingjing: It makes sense, so kill them all.

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Today is fat too!

A small detail reminds me that the law enforcement hall is divided into sect, outer gate, and inner gate, which means that the sect is the headquarters and the outer gate and inner gate are branches.

Today is the 31st, the nutrient solution will expire without spending it.