Perhaps it was because of the evil spirit, the battle just now frightened everyone's courage.
The human world without fighting is like this. It has scruples about everything, unlike the former world, which has a spirit of not admitting defeat.
Broly is killing all over the world. Millions of years of massacres have still not changed the current situation of the world.
If it were left in the human world, it would have surrendered long ago.
After discussing it, we all got up together and headed to the Holy Mountain in the Central Continent.
At this time, Jian Wushuang and Mo Luo were suspended in the sky, looking at the entrance exam that was held once every hundred years below.
The person who designed this kind of assessment is also very interesting. He asked some disciples to dress up as casual cultivators and cooperate with the children of the family in the assessment.
Every time there is an assessment, it seems that the casual cultivators have entered Fengmen Mountain just like the family members, but behind them are their own people.
There is no way that any casual cultivator can enter Fengmen Mountain.
Mortal assessments are also very simple. They are just competitions, and there is no way of identifying their potential or stimulating their potential.
Even not as good as the original trial and screening.
Especially the black-box operation.
There are actually quite a few casual cultivators who can come here, but without the help of resources, they are all weak, few are strong, and even fewer can compete with those family members.
Even if they are comparable, these real casual cultivators will still be able to compete with those pretending to be casual cultivators.
The Fengmenshan disciples who pretended to be casual cultivators were only about the same strength, but they were able to crush the real casual cultivators.
In the arena.
A true casual cultivator named Xin Jiu is the strongest one in this entrance examination, even stronger than those family members.
His skin is dark and his body has been tempered to the extreme. Ordinary means cannot break through his defense.
Unfortunately, this time he drew lots and faced a Fengmenshan disciple who was pretending to be a casual cultivator.
The realm and strength of the disciple from Fengmen Mountain were beyond Xin Jiu's knowledge.
锵!
The sword came out of the body as fast as thunder. Many spectators could not see the shadow of the sword clearly. When the sword stopped, a dance of blood splashed on the arena.
“Exploding Sword!” A family member’s eyes shrank and he was very surprised.
Being able to use the Explosive Sword proves that you have mastered the sword spirit.
A casual cultivator was able to display sword energy, which made other members of the family feel ashamed.
"This year's casual cultivators are too strong. No one of these two I meet can be my match!" A girl from a big family touched her accessories with a worried look on her face.
An old man standing behind her raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "If you want to enter Fengmen Mountain, you don't have to rely solely on strength. Look at the man named Xin Jiu, isn't he quite unlucky?"
Thinking of this, the girl was not happy, but said with some regret: "With such a strong strength, and a casual cultivator, it would be a pity not to enter Fengmen Mountain!"
Most of the children of these families have only been born for a hundred years and have little knowledge of the world. Naturally, they do not know some of the methods of Fengmen Mountain.
But the old man knew that he had also come from this step before, but he did not become an immortal. He practiced on Fengmen Mountain for 100,000 years and then came down the mountain.
Return to the family and teach the younger generations of the family.
Hearing the girl's regret, the old man was stunned for a moment, astonished at human nature. Then his face recovered, he thought of something, and he lectured: "Natural selection, there is nothing to regret. They can't get in. This is fate. Change it."
It won’t work!”
“Oh!” The girl nodded in understanding and didn’t think much about it.
But that seed of fate is buried deep in my heart.
The battle in the ring was basically one-sided. Among the family members, few sighed, and most of them sat on the mountain and watched the fight between tigers and tigers.
Which side of the casual cultivator saw a slight frown on his brows.
A rogue cultivator who was not weak in strength said in a low voice: "The guy with the sword is too ruthless. We are all rogue cultivators. Is this necessary?"
“What a pity Brother Xin Jiu, I thought he would definitely enter Fengmen Mountain this time, but I didn’t expect that a master with a sword would appear on the way!”
"It's nothing. There is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world. At least this time, among the ten quotas, four of our casual cultivators entered Fengmen Mountain. In the past, there were two at most three. It seems that we, the casual cultivators, will be better in the future.
ah!"
After the other casual cultivators heard this, they felt a little comfort in their hearts, and they all said: "Yes, those family members just have more resources than us. If everyone has the same resources, they may not be among the ten places.
How many can you stand on?"
In midair, Jian Wushuang looked at all this and shook his head silently.
This kind of non-existent hope is the most devastating.
Mara looked on with a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
“Why, I can’t even stand looking at you, a strong man in the demonic way!” Jian Wushuang was a little surprised. The Moluo Kingdom followed the demonic path, and the great elder of Moluo was naturally also a strong demonic person.
Mo Luo shook his head and said, "Young Master, you are wrong!"
wrong?
Jian Wushuang was a little confused and asked: "What's wrong?"
He really wanted to hear the reasoning of this great elder of the Moruo Kingdom!
“Young Master, do you know where we demon cultivators were born?” Mo Luo sighed: “Almost all of us are casual cultivators, and some of the children of the family have embarked on the demonic path because of the injustice of the family!”
They are not born with the evil path, nor do they have no intention. In fact, they are the same as the righteous path, but the path is different.
“The family head will judge the injustice of the family, but who will judge the injustice of the casual cultivators?”
Mara became more and more angry as he talked, and some bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.
"It's not that we want to walk on the devil's path, but we are forced to walk on the devil's path. If we don't become strong, we will be bullied. The common people compete for rations, and the practitioners compete for talents and treasures. Even the secular forces dominate the world, let alone spiritual practice.
By!"
One person gets a chicken and a dog and ascends to heaven!
A family often has a strong person who can rise to the top of the force and cover the entire family with one person.
This is why, no matter where you go, there will always be people who stick together.
The strength of one person is limited, but the strength of a group of people is unlimited.
The Earth Realm may eventually go the way of the Human Realm, but not now.
The human world is set in stone, and casual cultivators will never be able to make their mark.
When Mara said this, he recalled his former self.
This is a story from the past of the Kingdom of Moruo.
Jian Wushuang listened carefully and was shocked. At the same time, he also admired Mo Luo.
It was a time of hunger and cold.
Mara was born in a dilapidated stone temple. His mother, a beggar, was violated by another beggar and gave birth to him.
It’s just that the beggar ran away long ago, leaving his mother to raise him alone.
It was a pity that when he was born, his mother lost too much blood and froze to death in the stone temple a month later.
Mara was rescued by an old monk in the stone temple.
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