In a secret place within the Shijue Palace, hundreds of figures lined up neatly, shouting in unison in the same direction, bowing before bowing.
Everyone's eyes sparkled with reverence and piety, as if they were worshiping not a person, but a god, a Buddha.
Standing at the front of the queue, calmly accepting the worship of everyone, was the current master of Shijue Palace, Zhong Wen.
Nangong Ling, on the other hand, stood quietly beside him, with his eyes closed and a smile on his face, indescribably quiet, elegant and graceful.
One hundred and one soul realms!
Three hundred saints!
What kind of force is this?
Feeling the powerful aura released by the four hundred and one people in front of him, even though Zhong Wen had expected it, his heart was racing and his blood was boiling involuntarily.
According to the records in the book "Soul Tempering Technique", after practicing this method, a strong saint has a 1/4 chance of realizing the structure of his own soul power, so that he can reach the sky in one step and directly enter the soul state that the world dreams of.
environment, becoming an outstanding existence qualified to enter Dianjiang Review.
After personal testing, Zhong Wen found that this so-called quarter is just a general probability, not very accurate and absolute, and there is still a certain fluctuation.
For example, Shen Xiaowan and Mo Shengyu, who were taught the soul-tempering technique by him, both successfully advanced to the soul realm. Among the 400 people in front of them, 101 successfully advanced to the level. The overall success rate is already high.
At one quarter, it can be said to be an unexpected surprise.
Among the one hundred and one people, the girl Guo Guo, who was picked up by Nangong Ling and worked as a "maid" for Zhong Wen, was also among them.
In just a few days, starting from scratch, the cultivation level of a group of ordinary people was directly upgraded to the realm of saints and even the soul state. What kind of miracle is this?
If you tell anyone, you'll probably get a look of disdain like "You brag, you keep bragging."
That is to say, Zhong Wen had a strange experience. When he first came to the original land, the first creatures he saw were soul-level spirit beasts such as earth dragons and proboscis.
The objects he then fought along the way were either the clan leaders of Zizaitian, human god generals like Arrogant Apostle and Luo Qingfeng, even faceless men comparable to the Chaos Realm, and domain lords like Tianpeng and Lin Bei.
Super boss.
His high starting point makes his vision different from ordinary people, but he can still treat soul-phase practitioners with a normal heart.
Little do they know that to the thousands of cultivators in the world, even the Spiritual Master is already a very great person, and the Saint can even be called a powerful person respected by thousands of people.
The soul phase realm definitely belongs to the pinnacle experts who stand at the top of the food chain, powerful existences that are out of reach, and super bosses that 90% of cultivators in the world will never have the chance to see once in their lifetime.
As for the realm of chaos, they are not humans at all, but gods!
In most people's understanding, the total number of human gods and generals in the entire original land is only fifty or sixty, distributed in the vast twelve domains. It can be said that there are only a handful of needles in a haystack.
But right in front of Zhong Wen, there were one hundred and one newly promoted generals kneeling.
Including Nangong Ling, Shen Xiaowan and Mo Shengyu, as well as Zhong Wen himself, there are now one hundred and five human god generals in the Shijue Palace. If the three great spiritual beasts of Zi Zaitian are included, , the soul phase realm has reached a terrifying number of one hundred and eight.
On top of this, there is also a Lin Bei puppet in the chaos realm and a faceless man Bai Xing whose strength is infinitely close to that of chaos.
In addition, the three hundred newly promoted saints in front of them have all practiced the soul tempering method, and have made some achievements in the exploration of soul power. The probability of reaching a higher level in the future is far better than that of ordinary saints.
What's more, even Li Yusheng and Wang Zhi, more than a dozen old people from Shijuedian who had withstood the test of Nangong Ling's background, were taught the Holy Spirit Pure Heart Secret by Zhong Wen, and each of them successfully passed through the thunder tribulation and entered the world easily. The realm of saints.
Such a powerful lineup is many times more powerful than the Shijue Palace that Lin Bei ruled before. No matter which realm it is placed in today's world, it will probably make people's jaws drop.
If today's Shijue Palace comes out in full force, can they compete with that Goddess Mountain?
Suddenly mastering such a terrifying power, even though Zhong Wen's vision was quite high, it was still somewhat inflated, and such a bold idea emerged in his mind unconsciously.
"Sister Nangong, are we somewhat capable now?"
He calmed down, turned his head and stared at Nangong Ling's beautiful and charming face, and said with a smile, "Do you think that if I brought such an army to Hell Valley, would Zhu Kui be scared out of his wits and take his daughter away?" Offer it with both hands?"
"I don't know about that."
Nangong Ling smiled faintly and said, "However, although these people have the strength of the soul state and have practiced good martial arts and spiritual skills, before they have experienced the real test of life and death, they are not complete as dead soldiers, so apart from the fruit Guo, I still need to train the others for a while, and I can’t let you take them away now.”
"Guoguo?" Zhong Wen was stunned for a moment.
"Have you forgotten?"
Nangong Ling covered her lips and smiled, "I brought Guoguo back to you to be your personal maid, not to train her into a dead soldier."
"Maid?"
Zhong Wen glanced at the slender girl with bright eyes not far away, couldn't help scratching his head and said, "Isn't it too ostentatious to bring a maid in the soul state out?"
"Why, don't you want this maid?"
Nangong Ling asked back, "Now that Guoguo knows the biggest secret of Shijue Palace, if she can't stay with you, I will have to arrange for her to participate in the special training of dead soldiers with others. Whether she will live or die by then will depend on fate." , can you bear it?"
"this……"
Zhong Wen's expression froze, and he glanced at the girl Guoguo's big watery eyes. Finally, he smiled bitterly and sighed, "It's better to come with me. It would be nice to have a maid."
"Guoguo, from now on, you will follow the Lord of the Palace and take care of his food and daily life."
Nangong Ling seemed to have expected this answer. He turned his head with a smile and said softly to the girl Guoguo, "Be obedient and don't make him angry."
"yes."
Guo Guo answered timidly, then walked to Zhong Wen's side with small steps, and whispered, "I've seen you, uncle, the master of the palace."
"Call brother!"
Hearing the word "uncle", Zhong Wen immediately jumped up and said with a tigerish face, "Also, don't call me the master of the palace in front of outsiders, just call me by name."
"Brother Zhong Wen, brother..."
The little girl glanced at him secretly and wanted to change her words, but when the word "brother" came to her lips, she couldn't say it in any way, as if she couldn't get over the hurdle of conscience.
Zhong Wen: “…..”
He suddenly regretted agreeing to accept this little girl with no vision as a maid.
"Brother, brother, brother..."
The little girl didn't notice his emotions, her little face turned red from suppressing it, and she practiced hard at the side, but she never succeeded in calling out "Brother Zhong Wen".
"Forget it!"
The more Zhong Wen listened, the more unhappy he became. Finally he couldn't help but said with a dark face, "Call me whatever you want, let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves with a straight face, turned around and left.
"Zhong Wen."
Nangong Ling's soft and melodious voice suddenly came from behind, "Since they are dead soldiers, their old names can no longer be used. Just give them a new name."
"ha?"
Zhong Wen turned around and glanced at the four hundred dead soldiers. He immediately asked, "You want me to give names to four hundred people?"
"That's natural. They are your dead soldiers. Who else is qualified to give them names besides you?"
Nangong Ling put on a matter-of-fact expression and said plausibly, "Are you trying to trouble me with even such a trivial matter?"
"Four hundred! This is a full four hundred!"
Zhong Wen's expression became more and more ugly, and he couldn't help complaining loudly, "Four hundred names, how long will it take until the end of the year? I'm afraid I will be buried before the names are finished!"
Nangong Ling did not answer, but looked at him with a half-smile.
"Forget it!"
Zhong Wen stared at her pretty face for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
He reluctantly returned to the group of dead soldiers, his eyes swept across the crowd, his mind was racing for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had some realization.
"From today on, your name is Zhongda."
He suddenly pointed to a dead soldier on the left side of the front row and said loudly, and then pointed to the person on his right, "Your name is Zhong Er."
After hastily naming the two people in the front row, he slipped to the right side of the bottom row, pointed at the last young soldier and said, "As for you, you will be called Zhong Sibai, and the others
You have to take your seat and figure out what your name is. I have something else to do, so I won’t accompany you for now."
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, obviously not expecting that the names for the rest of their lives were not given by others, but counted out by themselves.
This feeling is like seeing a math question on the Chinese language paper of the college entrance examination, which makes people confused and at a loss.
"Let's go, Guoguo!"
But Zhong Wen, as if he had completed a major task, waved to Guo Guo proudly, then turned around and walked away.
"Zhong, Uncle Zhong Wen."
Guoguo asked curiously while chasing after her quickly, "Where are we going?"
"Guoguo, I look really young?"
"No, he's not old. Uncle looks like he's not yet forty."
"Fuck! Forty is a hammer! I'm only in my early twenties, okay? Can I speak?"