The three of them saw the right moment and immediately stopped and withdrew, leaving only one person behind the mask with a look of horror on his face.

A colorless mask formed quickly, leaving my scalp feeling numb.

Although he didn't know what it felt like to be enveloped by the lamp wick, he could tell just by looking at Ling Xiao's uncontrollable twitching for the first time and the painful expressions on the other two people's faces that this feeling must be

It's unbearable for him!

As he spoke, Ren suddenly felt a burning sensation in his soul!

"Ah——!" Ren Ren immediately screamed: "Ah! It hurts me to death...it hurts to death..."

"Why?"

Ren Ren scratched his head.

Although the burning sensation coming from the soul was a bit intense, it was still within the range that he could bear, and was not as exaggerated as the three of them.

On the other side, Ling Xiao and the other three looked at Ren Ren's expressions and were a little shocked for a moment.

"You don't feel pain?" Ren Hongyuan asked doubtfully.

Ren Ren scratched his head again and said, "It hurts, but not too much."

Hu Yanzhuo stared and asked, "Don't you feel any burning sensation in your soul?"

Ren Ren felt the burning sensation coming from his soul. It was more like a tingling sensation than a burning sensation.

After being mentally prepared, the stinging sensation seemed less painful.

Ren Ren replied: "Yes, but it didn't burn."

Ling Xiao couldn't believe it when he saw this, and asked: "Isn't the pain magnified?"

Seeing the three people like this, Ren Ren couldn't help but wonder, is this pain very severe?

Mei Suer, who had been watching from the side, suddenly said: "Is it possible that the higher the realm, the stronger the pain when receiving the baptism of the wick?"

At the same time, the baptism of letting the colorless wick on the head be completed.

After hearing Mei Su'er's words, Ren Ren felt that there was some truth to it and stepped back from the broken wooden chair.

To verify this idea, another baptism is needed by another king.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yuan strode forward.

Although his strength is somewhat weak, he has reached the realm of kingship after all.

The most important thing is that if Mei Su'er's conjecture is correct, then it would be more appropriate for him, the crowned king, to test it.

But if Mei Su'er's conjecture is wrong, the colorless wick is actually the same strength for the king and the saint, as long as it is a little special.

At least no one will fall into pain because of Mesuer's conjecture.

Zheng Yuan's move was intended to protect Mei Su'er, and everyone saw it immediately, so they didn't stop him.

The reason why Ren Hongyuan dared to put Ren Ren up was because the intensity of the first colorless wick could only make Ren Ren faint at best.

Even if the intensity of the baptisms of Ren Hongyuan and the three of them were applied to Ren Ren, it could at least be guaranteed that the baptism of the first wick would not be very dangerous.

So the same goes for Zheng Yuan when he goes up there. Even if an accident occurs, there won't be much danger.

Zheng Yuan came to the wooden chair and observed it carefully. As expected, the conclusion was consistent with the others.

This broken wooden chair was indeed just an ordinary chair, but it had just been stained by Ling Xiao's blood, and the blood stains on it looked a bit seeping.

Zheng Yuan took a deep breath, took a pill to protect his soul and put it into his mouth before finally sitting down.

Seven wicks fell down, and the colorless wicks came over.

Zheng Yuan immediately chewed up the elixir in his mouth to protect his soul. He thought that if something happened to him, at least he would not be too embarrassed.

The moment the mask was formed, a burning sensation came from the soul!

But the burning sensation was indeed bearable, and even Zheng Yuan was not greatly affected!

When everyone saw Zheng Yuan's expression, they immediately understood what was going on inside.

Mesu'er's guess was indeed correct. The baptism intensity of these wicks was automatically adjusted according to the monk's level of cultivation!

Hu Yanzhuo, Ren Hongyuan, Ling Xiao, Qiao Wen, and Qiao Yu received the baptism of the Holy Order.

As for the rest of the people present, they only need to accept the baptism of the King Realm at most.

Hu Yanzhuo looked thoughtfully at the wick suspended in the sky and said, "In this case, this dojo has really left a lot of opportunities for outsiders."

"But..." Hu Yanzhuo paused: "The Lieyang Marquis was cultivated as a Holy Lord, and he also received the baptism of seven real wicks at the same time."

"Looking at it this way, Lieyang Hou's willpower is far beyond the reach of ordinary people." After Hu Yanzhuo finished speaking, everyone present suddenly remembered this matter.

The intensity of the illusory wick here is definitely far lower than the real wick, and the realm of Lieyang Hou has reached the level of a holy king.

Moreover, seven wicks were baptized at the same time, which only made him look a little pale...

Thinking of this, everyone turned back to look at Li Qingyun again.

He seems to be Lieyang Hou's direct disciple.

In another sense, a direct disciple can also be regarded as someone whose talent is equal to or even stronger than that of his master.

Ren Ren sighed: "What a pervert, he can be compared with such a big shot..."

But soon, Ren Ren raised his own question: "So Lieyang Marquis can fight against the Sun Realm with the Golden Core Realm, is he a little more powerful than Brother Li?"

Ren Hongyuan shook his head when he heard this: "I'm afraid Qingyun is not much worse than Lieyang Hou."

He took advantage of the situation and put forward his own point of view: "You must know that Lieyang Hou, as a representative of the younger generation of the Longqiu family, is much richer than Qingyun."

"After all, according to the appearance in the illusion, the Longqiu family is only a little less powerful than the forces in the Ghost Sea Realm at that time."

"If the power of the Longqiu family can be extended to other realms, even beyond the starry sky, they have a lot to offer Lieyang Hou."

After Ren Hongyuan finished speaking, Hu Yanzhuo immediately took over and said: "If nothing else, the magic weapons that Lieyang Hou used when he was young are far beyond what Jiugong Dao can provide."

"As for the Qingshan Sect, the Qingshan Sect during the Qingyun Golden Core Realm period was so far behind Jiugong Dao, let alone providing magic weapons for Qingyun."

After the two people finished speaking, everyone present understood.

The Longqiu family has great achievements, and Longqiu Yang, also known as Lieyang Hou, naturally has a very deep foundation!

This is something that Li Qingyun cannot compare with, and it is also the difference between starting from scratch and being the heir to a top power...

At this time, Ling Xiao also added: "Even the Tiansha Palace three million years ago could not provide those magic weapons. After all, the heritage of the Longqiu family is too terrifying. No one knows how rich the Longqiu family is.

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Ren Ren suddenly said: "Oh...it turns out that my family background is not comparable!"

At this time, everyone felt an inexplicable feeling of poverty...

If Jiugong Road could be so wealthy, how could the original Zhulong Star Road war last so long...

Thinking of this, Hu Yanzhuo couldn't help but show a bitter look on his face.

The war is over, and the Spirit Tribe and the Underworld Tribe have reconciled.

But how should those compatriots who died in the war return...

Next to him, Ren Hongyuan was keenly aware that Hu Yanzhuo was feeling a little depressed, so he immediately started arranging the baptism of the various kings, hoping to divert his attention.

When Hu Yanzhuo was in ruins due to the loss of one hundred thousand heroic spirits, he also appointed Hongyuan to handle the Jiugong Dao affairs on his behalf, so he was familiar with this routine.
Chapter completed!