"Great Protector, fellow Taoists, the Immortal Lord's Banquet is held in the Xuanjin Pavilion of the main hall, and we will take you to the hall." The visitor was a group of gods wearing robes of disciples of the Jingyu Hall sect. The leader was a young man with a handsome sword-eyed eyebrows. He bowed to everyone first, then looked at Jiajun and said, "This is the new junior brother. We will take the junior brother to meet the leader alone under the order of the leader." As he said that, he took out a feather-shaped token with two fingers wide and golden and transparent whole body.
When Zihao heard that he wanted to take Jiajun alone, he wanted to question him, but after seeing the token, he swallowed it back.
"Xiao Jun, if you have this token, it is undoubtedly the head of the sect to summon him. The head of the main hall is a powerful god who is respected by the Thousand Immortals. It is also your chance to see him." The Great Guardian's expression moved slightly, and he seemed to be surprised. He probably didn't know what the head of the sect summoned him, so he turned to introduce him to Jiajun.
Although there was no emotion in his tone, Jiajun was always extremely uncomfortable when the purple eyes of the Great Guardian fell on him. He immediately stood up and flew to one side with the leader's disciple.
The clouds and towers, the spiritual sense swept away the emptiness, but it was presented to you extremely clearly.
As he gradually deepened, Jiajun seemed to enter a dreamy void, with vivid and vivid scenes of pavilions and palaces appearing around him, but whenever he approached one of them, the surroundings became gray and blank again.
After flying for a while under such a change in the scene, the leader stopped his pace. Wherever the team was, there was no palace building, but a deep blue sea. Floating waves rolled up rippling waves.
"The Lord of the Palace is waiting for you in the deep palace. I can't enter. Now I want to teleport you here." The young leader took out a blue round magic plate the size of a palm with expressionless face. Without waiting for Jiajun to react, he directly used the magic plate to look at him.
The sky was spinning, and the next moment, Jiajun had already stood in a dim and empty corridor.
"It's true, just teleport, and you don't give me any preparation skills!" He complained secretly in his heart, and looked around helplessly.
The corridor is very wide. At the end of the front is a carved wooden door with red gold edges that are several people tall. In front of the door was an old man with a gray robe, standing with a long staff of ancient branches in his hand, staring at him lazyly.
"Is it the Lord of the Palace?" Jiajun quickly stepped forward and asked to the old man.
"Lord of Palace? Humph. The Lord of Palace arranged for you to go to a place. I want to see him. I will talk about it when you come out!"
The old man sneered, his voice as old and dry as sand and gravel.
"Ah?" Jiajun was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a strong attack from the old man, and the wooden door behind him opened at the same time.
No? What is this going to do?...
He was shocked, Jiajun was unstable and was sucked into the door in one breath.
"Hehehe... For many years, the Palace Master has not been willing to send his disciples to the feather transformation trial. You guys are so good that you were thrown in before you even became a disciple. If you can successfully feather transformation several times, would the Palace Master still turn against Qian Mei to grab someone?"
The old man glanced at the door casually and the wooden door had been closed again.
"Another ninety-nine medium-grade divine stones were consumed to open, I hope this time is worth it..."
...
Lightning and thunder, the magnificent rain tore countless thin lines between the sky and the earth, and the black clouds pressed against the desolate land. Jiajun looked around in surprise and had arrived in a brand new world.
It was like a world condensed from chaos, a newly formed one, and the desolation was filled with Xiao Su.
What is this place? Jiajun's thoughts are running fast, and he was arranged by the palace master here. Ten of them are a test! Is it going to test something? What kind of test will it be?
He was probably guessing the intention of the Palace Master, and he quickly calmed down.
In the eyes of the Palace Master and others, Jiajun was just a mortal child without enlightenment. Maybe they knew that they had absorbed the divine power of the divine stone, but apart from the recovery of their spiritual sense, they did not know how to call the divine power to cast spells. This trial must have nothing to do with magic power.
Apart from mana, what else can be tested?
After thinking about it carefully, Jiajun suddenly felt enlightened. It must be a test related to the will of the heart!
"Hehe, if you want to be valued, Xiaolu should be the one who wants to be taken seriously!" Jiajun was secretly happy. His mood was not comparable to that of ordinary children. Since the palace master intends to test, just show his skills!
The strength of a monk is respected. If you want to be valued anywhere, you can't do it without a few real skills. Jiajun has received countless attention with his natural divine body, but what step can he take? The Xin surname is far more important than physical talent.
Maybe this is why the palace master wants to test it?
After guessing that, Jiajun waited calmly. Sure enough, after a few breaths, a sound suddenly came into his ears.
"The divine mind turns into feathers, the first cycle of reincarnation: apocalypse."
A few simple words exploded in my mind like thunder.
The moment the sound appeared, the originally heavy rain poured down even more wildly, and heavy raindrops hit Jiajun's head, almost oppressing that he could not breathe.
An unstable situation, Jiajun fell to the ground and hit the raindrops on his back. This momentum was probably the flood of waterfalls.
The strength of his whole body was completely useless, as if he had returned to a state of losing all his magic power. After trying to mobilize his divine power in vain, Jiajun couldn't help but become nervous.
What's going on?
No... you shouldn't just think about mana!
I suddenly realized that this was not a trial of magic power at all.
Xin surname, will! Jiajun's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and no longer used his strength to resist anything, but began to try to feel the pressure on his back.
"Everything is an illusion! All raindrops, all stress is just an illusion!"
A firm belief firmly protected Jiajun's heart. After this moment, his body immediately relaxed. After seeing through the illusion, everything in front of him no longer had any impact on him.
"It's that simple?" Jiajun was delighted and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He actually didn't know that Jingyu Palace had sent many disciples here, and most of the heavy rain had been wet. Jiajun's current state of mind was naturally effortless to deal with this level.
Soon, the rain gradually became lighter, and the vision blocked by the heavy rain was no longer blurred. After a few breaths, the whole world became clear and brighter.
"The divine thoughts turn into feathers, the second cycle of reincarnation: the celestial phenomena."
Anything going on?
Jiajun put away his smile and frowned with a serious face. If he guessed correctly, the subsequent test will definitely become more and more difficult.
"boom!"
As soon as the message was sent, a sensation of heaven and earth was shaking. It was like a violent earthquake hitting madly. A big crack was instantly cracked in the place where Jiajun was standing. Before he could dodge, he fell straight into the gap...)