After the test of all the spiritual roots, the three middle-aged Taoists in the middle breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged opinions with each other before they stood up together, bowed to the screen behind them, and bowed: "Uncle Deacon, disciples Qingfeng, Qingyang, Qingran, the spiritual roots were tested. Among the thirty-four disciples recruited this time, none of them had the intermediate or above spiritual root qualifications, only two of them had the third spiritual roots and the middle and lower qualifications; the rest were all pseudo-spirited roots, and there was also a young man who had the eight attributes mixed together!"

After the three of them said, they saw a flash of inspiration. A middle-aged Taoist with three long beards and wearing colorful clouds appeared on the middle-aged ring chair. Seeing this, the three of them hurriedly bowed again, and saw the man with a smile and said, "The three nephews don't have to be too polite!"

This person is one of the eight deacons of Yuntian Sect, with the Taoist name Lingxu Zhenren. He is over 300 years old this year and has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Golden Pill. Because this person is calm and good at organization, he has a high prestige in Yuntian Sect, the elders and his brothers in the sect are extremely convinced by him, so he has become the eight deacons.

Looking at the three people standing respectfully in front of him, Lingxu Zhenren glanced at the three people and said calmly: "The three nephews sit down first. I know the situation of the test. The disciples recruited this time, regardless of their cultivation and spiritual roots, are indeed too bad. Several elders in the temple are a little unbearable and have reminded the head sect Master. However, if we follow the principles of the Yuntian Sect, then the mineral resources of our Yuntian Sect and the cultivation of spiritual medicines must be done by the elite disciples, which will be more worthwhile. Therefore, the head sect Master still follows the old rules. As long as the test passes, they will join our Yuntian Sect and be an ordinary disciple to do these tedious things!"

Cultivating immortals first has spiritual roots, but those with spiritual roots choose one in a thousand. Even so, the top ten people still have no spiritual roots to cultivate. Ninety-nine percent of the remaining 100 people are pseudo-spirit roots of four attributes. All middle-class spiritual roots are considered talents, and those high-class spiritual roots are known as geniuses, and as for the heavenly spiritual roots, it is rare. If the middle-class spiritual roots owners are like cabbage, then the entire Yunhan interface humans will long be overlords!

Therefore, as long as the owner of the pseudo-spirit root is extremely persevering and diligent in his work, he will usually take him to the sect. After all, after several years of hard practice, a pseudo-spirit root owner will be put into the world of mortals. Even so, the affairs of most sect forces are still lacking in manpower. As a result, they have to take the guise of teaching martial arts, recruiting some strong mortals and teaching their martial arts for driving.

After listening to what Lingxu True Man said, the three people responsible for the test finally put their hearts back in their stomachs. Lingxu True Man ignored this and said again: "This time there was a young man with eight spirit roots very unique, gold, wood, water, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness! These eight attributes are gathered together, and it is also my first time meeting. According to common sense, the four attributes are the pseudo-spirit roots. Basically, at most, they practice at most to the eleventh level of basic exercises in this life, and they cannot enter the foundation building stage. Even if they have taken the foundation building pill, the possibility of entering the foundation building stage is only one thousandth! Not to mention that these eight attributes are mixed together. In other words, this child has basically no chance of having the Great Dao in this life! However, this son has made extremely important contributions to the research of the pseudo-spirit roots. If he passes the test, he will bring him to my disciple and treat it as an experimental subject, so that our Yuntian Sect can further understand the pseudo-spirit roots."

The three of them smiled knowingly when they heard this. This Lingxu Zhenren is not only of extraordinary qualifications, but also has unique insights in cultivation. He also has great interest in research on the division of alchemy, the qualifications for cultivating immortals and the spiritual roots. Longwu is a rare variety, which is exactly what it likes, which makes Lingxu Zhenren attach great importance to it!

Under the influence of some initial elixirs from Yuntian Sect, Long Wu and others became lively after ten days of renovation!

Early this morning, Long Wu and thirty-seven others came to an empty field in Yuntian Sect under the leadership of the fat Taoist Qingxuzi. The moment a group of people fell from the flying magic weapon, they all widened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them with different expressions on their faces.

On the top of the back mountain not far from the venue, except for the head master, the four elders, the eight deacons, etc., were all here. They were talking to each other and looking at these young men.

Just when everyone was confused, Qingxuzi glanced at everyone as if he had changed, and his voice said without any emotion: "The so-called cultivation of immortals is important, but perseverance is more important! Only a few of you young men with ordinary qualifications will be selected and become formal disciples of my Yuntian Sect. If the remaining people have perseverance, they can become registered disciples!"

Everyone heard it, look at me, I see you all look at each other! Qingxuzi saw Ruowei, and asked Ruoweiwei. Then he said, "This second test not only takes into account the strength and potential of the tested persons themselves. For you, what is more important is the test of your character! Those who do not want to participate will be sent back to your respective families. If you can't hold on halfway or encounter danger, then you can only rest assured! Is it still time to withdraw now?"

Qingxuzi's words made everyone present feel uproar. Some of the people who knew each other whispered for a while, but the situation of withdrawing from the test did not happen.

The fat old Taoist Qingxuzi waited for another quarter of an hour. Seeing that no one had left, he waved his sleeves and a cloud of rays of light took everyone to an open space.

Half an hour later, a bell rang, and Qingxuzi pointed to the empty space on the left and said, "Start enter now." As Qingxuzi's fingertips were used, a yellow giant door more than one meter high slowly emerged in front of everyone.

All the young men walked into the yellow Giant Gate with surprised eyes and curious eyes. Long Wu walked into the Giant Gate and felt a blur before his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found himself appearing in a desert. Looking at the thirty people around him, Long Wu thought for a moment, but did not talk to others, but came to a pile of sand alone and sat down.

In the desert, a red crescent moon hangs high in the horizon, staring at this desolate land indifferently. At first glance, there are monotonous yellow everywhere, not even a tree. The vastness of the desert makes everyone present feel tired, and everything is made of stone deserts, gravel deserts and deserts. The exposed basalt, with a bit of coldness and depression, the howling west wind makes the entire desert full of a sense of desolation; it makes people feel a sense of despair: the desert in front of you seems to never get out. Life dies under the gravel, and gravel is desolate under the life!

Everyone entering the desert showed solemn faces and thoughts. Long Wu looked at the boys beside him. A few older men heard a low voice cursing, and a few children were constantly wiping their tears. This desert magic circle brought great hallucinations to people and made people feel extremely irritable.

Long Wu took out the map prepared in advance by Qingxuzi, distinguished the direction. He clenched his fists and strode towards the depths of the desert. Seeing someone taking the lead, the rest of them stood up one by one and followed the crowd.

The sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted a layer of red on the desert. The scorching heat slowly dissipated, replaced by the slowly opened dark sky, which enveloped the entire desert. The desert in the evening seemed even more desolate and tragic. The only people in the formation, Long Wu was familiar with the two young men he met when he entered the attic. At this time, the three of them got together and saw one of them saying, "The last time we met was a little hasty. I have never known what you were called? Where did you come from?"

Long Wu heard this and clasped his fists at the two of them and said, "My name is Long Wu. My parents passed away when I was young. I am a wanderer."

After hearing Long Wu's self-introduction, both of them were very surprised. At this time, a young man who seemed to be a little older said, "My name is Ding Qian, I didn't expect that the Long Wu brothers' background is so pitiful!"

"My name is Wang Kun. Both of us are from Yuqian Empire." Another person said.

It is a beautiful thing to be able to talk in such a desolate place. The three of them got together and began to talk about their past events...

"Ding Qian, I think this place is a little more desolate, there is no other special place!" Long Wu asked after walking for several hours.

The boy named Ding Qian frowned and thought for a while and said, "In my opinion, this desert should be a simple formation. Although it is simple, it is undoubtedly a severe test for people like us. This formation is unpredictable. Don't be blinded by the superficial status quo and be vigilant at any time."

After hearing this, Long Wu and the young man named Wang Kun showed a skeptical look, following Ding Qian. While walking, Long Wu thought about what this formation looked like. Look at Ding Qian and Wang Kun should have some cultivation. They were all so careful, so they should cheer up to prevent accidents.

Just after midnight, a violent storm broke out in the calm desert. The powerful wind power rolled up a large amount of floating sand and gravel, forming a fierce wind and sand flow, constantly eroding everyone on the ground.

Ding Qian shouted hurriedly: "Let's go down!" Long Wu and Wang Kun heard this, hurriedly dug a shallow pit under them, hugging their heads with their hands and crawling their bodies inside. Through the gaps of their fingers, they saw sand and dust flying in the sky, raging wildly across the desert; the sky became darker and darker, and a series of sounds of bean-like bursting sounds sounded from time to time. As time went by, waves of wailing came from time to time, and the cry echoed in the storm.

Long Wu looked at the people standing beside him, and they were like drunken, fighting against the wind, flying sand and gravel. It was really: flying sand and rocks are hard to move, thunder and wind are harsh, and the sky is dark. Long Wu knew the power of the magic circle for the first time. In the formation, as long as it is not properly protected, it is difficult to survive in the storm with sand and gravel.

Among the young men standing at this time, several sharp-eyed people saw Long Wu and the other two hiding in the shallow pit that they had been dug and were not hurt. They hurriedly learned their ways and wanted to settle down in the wind and sand.

The storm lasted all night, and the next day, just as the sky was dawning. Seeing that the number of people around him dropped by one-half, Long Wu couldn't help but feel sad. He stood up from the sand and watched the remaining people look embarrassed, some sitting on the ground and panting, while others are pale and have no strength to curse.

In front of you, there is still the same, the vast desert. The dead sand sea is majestic and quiet, always giving you a monotonous color: yellow, yellow, and always scorching yellow. It seems that time has frozen here in an instant, leaving it still forever.

At noon, the red sun shone on the sea of ​​sand, forming a silent "wave". In an instant, a gray sand mist rose from the desert. It was like an invisible pressure covering everyone. Long Wu felt his throat was like a big bellows. Although he kept breathing, he could still breathe.

At this time, Ding Gan and Wang Kun came to Long Wu, and the three of them supported each other and walked towards the depths of the desert with difficulty.

At noon, the desert was soaked that it was filled with smoke. The sand under its feet looked like red-burned iron sand, which made people dare not stand. The violent burning sensation made many people wail in pain and thump! A young man who seemed to be similar to Longwu fell not far ahead, and in an instant he was buried by wind and sand, turning into a pile of sand and disappeared without a trace.

Long Wu cursed in his heart: This damn desert is really terrible. Isn’t it just a test? As for the same as the battlefield, it’s really unfair to die here in order to join the Yuntian Sect’s teenagers!

Looking at the figures that fall from time to time in the crowd, constantly destroying the will of everyone present. This method is hundreds of times more cruel than any kind of battle. This is a test from the soul!
Chapter completed!