After rebirth, I and the ghosts and gods hand-slashed the white moonlight

Lu Xueyuan was unhurried, looking leisurely through the strange eyes of others, and took steady steps to sit in the seat of the disciples who had passed the trial. She was sitting alone in the second row, with no one around her.

At this time, there was a burst of dense whispers everywhere, but with her spiritual power, she could hear what they were talking about without deliberately holding her breath.

Still a disciple of the Chaohui sect 1: "Why do you go to the realm of all evils, and there are more things on your face, and it's flashy, and it doesn't look good!"

Disciple 2 of the Chaohui Sect: "Why do I feel that the mark on her forehead is so evil! It doesn't look like the evil marks found in our main sect!"

The disciples behind him came forward and asked, "What are the evil signs?"

"It's a kind of demon's birthmark. I saw it once or twice when I went down the mountain with my master a few years ago to slay demons. Although it's not the same color, the dark red light is exactly the same!" the disciple said lowly!

The voice explained eloquently.

At the same time, Qing He, the female disciple headed by the Yuyin Sect, seemed to be unable to bear the noise in her ears. She glanced back sideways and said coldly: "You also said that the colors are different, how can you conclude that it is a demon?"

The disciple got even more excited when he heard someone questioning him. He had just said it as a joke, but now he looked confident and said categorically: "A demon is a demon, how can he be mistaken about what is true and what is false? Otherwise, why would we three thousand disciples

None, but she got it after just one trial. If you say she is not, could it be that we are the ones who became demons?!"

"Yes, yes! Senior Brother Zou is right!"

The disciples behind him echoed, Qinghe raised his head and glanced, snorted coldly in his nose, and stopped talking.

At the same time, Qi Zhurong was at the front and began to take stock of the disciples who participated in the second trial. The treasures they obtained from the realm of all evils were the ten-year red fruit, the century-old spiritual stone, and the thousand-year jade.

But when she arrived at Lu Xueyuan's place, what protruded from her delicate fingers was a purple crystal, like a pine cone, with layers of jagged crystals inside. What was flowing quietly inside was the spiritual power of the Nine Purple Sky Pythons.

Is it a ten-thousand-year spirit stone?! Qi Zhurong could see the difference in the gems in her hands at a glance. The pen in the record book suddenly stopped, and his eyes were filled with slight shock and disbelief. When the disciples present saw him stop, they all looked at Lu Xueyuan's water.

Many of the disciples had never even been to the foot of the mountain, let alone seen these tens of thousands of years of spiritual stones. They looked at them with confused expressions in their eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened? Why did it stop?"

Qi Zhurong took the spirit stone in Lu Xueyuan's hand and slowly handed it to the masters on the high platform, "Masters, this...disciple doesn't know how to make a decision."

While he was talking, a man came in from outside the palace. He was clear and handsome, with a cool look, and was dressed in white. He was none other than the first master of Qingya Mountain, Bai Muchen.

"Master." Qi Zhurong called respectfully.

Bai Muchen nodded in response, and then looked at the other masters to discuss the amethyst stones in their hands.

Master Chi Ye said: "The amethyst stone is a ten-thousand-year spiritual stone. Even the disciples in the enlightenment period are not qualified to win it. How could a disciple of hers who has not yet established the foundation kill such a spiritual beast? I see this

There must be a lot of articles among them!"

Hai Mingzi waved a black and white feather fan up and down, "I don't think so. Mu Chen didn't sit on the position of the first master for less than ten thousand years. It's reasonable that his disciples are more talented. Why do you think so?"

If a disciple cannot get it, then other disciples are not allowed to get it?"

"You! You despicable villain, why do you maliciously speculate on people's hearts!" Chi Ye pointed at his nose and said urgently.

"What is malicious speculation? I'm just treating him the way he wants!" Hai Mingzi shook his feather fan lightly, not caring much.

Master Feng Zaiye laughed a few times, took the spirit stone and sniffed it lightly at the tip of his nose, "Nine purple pythons? This girl can do it. She can kill even this level of spirit beasts. She is indeed a heroic young man! It will be natural in the future.

Yes, you are getting a big deal!" He said and looked at Bai Muchen in the middle.

Master Yuyin glanced at her coldly and snorted softly. She was dressed in golden clothes and had a noble posture. Although she had a face like a Bodhisattva, she had a heart of snakes and scorpions. She spoke sharply: "Master Feng, don't forget,

That female disciple has had a red mark on her forehead since she came out of the Realm of All Evils. This iris is really ominous, I think it looks like some kind of ancient seal, maybe it's something that can kill people."

Several other masters were speechless and thought deeply when they heard what she said, as if they had just realized now that this was an important matter worth pondering.

At this time, Bai Muchen spoke leisurely, and said: "Masters, you are worried. Xueyuan is my disciple, and I know her cultivation and temperament best. I have already informed you of the situation about the Chuitian Pagoda last time.

I see that her qualifications are quite good, and she is determined to practice. This time, she will win the Purple Qi Crystal Stone. I have already foreseen it. Please watch the game with peace of mind and don't think otherwise."

"Hahahaha, that's it. It seems we are worrying too much!" Feng Zaiye was the first to express his stance.

At this time, Master Chi Ye looked like I believe you are a ghost. He wanted to say something more, but Hai Mingzi on the left hand pressed him down and signaled him to stop making any sound. The relationship between the two of them seemed to be

It's very strange, sometimes water and fire are incompatible, and sometimes they are mutually exclusive.

After no one said anything, Qi Zhurong got the approval of his masters and continued to preside over the third event of the trial meeting, the dream test.

The Dream Heart Test is a new trial added this year, which is intended to test the character of the participating disciples. The Qingya Mountain Cultivation Sect pays most attention to the integrity of the mind and the distinction between good and evil. If the disciples have distracting thoughts and deep inner demons, no matter how high their cultivation level is,

, no matter how good your qualifications are, you can't cultivate the righteous path. If you accidentally fall into the devil's path again, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world, and the gains outweigh the losses. They still have to calculate this account very carefully.

Bai Muchen waved his hand, and a colorless and transparent cover appeared on the Hechen Hall, wrapping all the disciples participating in the trial. It only separated the air and contact, but other sounds and speech could still be distinguished clearly. Then Yuyin

Master walked to the white mask and stretched out his hand to take out a cyan bottle. He waved his hand gently, and a purple gas filled the air and leaked into the mask. Then more and more, the transparent air mask was filled with the mysterious purple gas.

diffuse.

Lu Xueyuan was sitting on the seat when she suddenly smelled an unusually fragrant smell, which smelled like the fragrance of flowers in March. She seemed to be outside the palace, with the breeze blowing on her face, and a large sea of ​​flowers mixed with the smell like flying towards her, with pure gardenias in her heart.

, rich lilies, fragrant roses... Then she lost consciousness and fell on the seat.

It turns out that the purple air flow is made from the nectar of hundreds of flowers. It is called the Sea of ​​Fantasy Fragrance Consciousness. It has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind. However, if it is overdosed, it becomes a psychedelic drug that can quickly fall into dreams. The drugs in the world are like poison but not poison.

, probably so.

At this time, a silver treasure mirror flew out from Bai Muchen's hand and shone brightly on the air miasma, revealing a corner of the dreams of the disciples.

This is the Faxuan Mirror. The Faxuan Mirror can illuminate raw bones, penetrate obstacles, and clearly illuminate the ghostly shadows of monsters and demons in the world, and it can even shoot people in their dreams.

First, a beam of light hit one of the disciples, and the image in the mirror suddenly appeared on the white miasma.

On the mottled and moldy wall, there is a web made of spider silk, and there are sounds of wooden fish inside. It is a monk tapping in front of the hall with his eyes closed, speaking plausibly, which seems to be salvation. A little child is kneeling barefoot on the floor.

He was lying on a corpse. The corpse was wrapped in a mat and he couldn't see the man or woman. He could only see the deep ravines on the soles of his feet, which were worn out by thick calluses.

"Abba! Abba..." The child cried bitterly, lying on the body, his young shoulders twitching violently.

............

Everyone present in Hechen Hall was holding their breath, even Bai Muchen, who was as cold as a stone, frowned lightly.

This disciple is the youngest disciple of the Hechen sect. His name is Wu Shuang and his surname is unknown. He was brought here by the monk after his father's death. The monk had some friendship with Bai Muchen and was invited by someone from his past.

When I took him under my sect, I wanted him to find something to do at a young age. I had some sustenance, so I agreed to let him practice with other disciples. I didn't expect him to achieve anything. The ten years of Zhu Guo just recorded in the book were

He brought it back.

At this moment, several masters and all the disciples present were moved and saddened when they looked at his dream. Some of them were like him, who came from a poor background and had nowhere to rely on, so they came to cultivate immortality as a last resort. Fortunately, they had some qualifications and were able to stay.

Here, otherwise, they really don’t know where to go. Naturally, they have never thought that they can succeed in cultivating Taoism and glorify their ancestors.

Then came the dreams of several other disciples, most of which were about the trivial matters of daily cultivation in Qingya Mountain, such as the refinement of mental methods, the turnover of spiritual power, etc., the troubles that every cultivator will encounter at the beginning of their cultivation. Of course, there are no such things in this.

Including the genius of cultivating immortals, Bai Muchen.

Bai Muchen is the master of Hechen Sect in Qingya Mountain. Rumor has it that he has taken the position of leader within ten thousand years. His talent, appearance, and accomplishments are all outstanding, and even the other four masters are beyond his reach.

Therefore, he has naturally taken over as the master of the largest sect for thousands of years.

There is a saying in the realm of the Nine Realms: "There is a touch of white in the Qingya Mountain, and the jasmine flowers are blooming in the evening." It refers to him, and this is how he got the title of "Mo Wan Zun". It was also rare in Lu Xueyuan's previous life.

I will never change my infatuation with him. After all, in the Nine Realms, who doesn’t love Mo Wanzun?

But this world is not the other world, and this person is not that person. Lu Xueyuan will never let the same mistake happen a second time!

The white miasma gradually became clear, and a white figure appeared. He was holding a long string in his hand, and the other end of the long string led to the sky, with colorful paper kites soaring in the sky. Bai Muchen wound the long string in his hand a few times and gently handed it to another person's hand.

He caressed her softly and said: "Yuan'er, be good, just let it go and play by yourself. Master is right here, waiting for Yuan'er."

After that, a childish voice said, "Okay, Master, don't worry, Yuan'er is obedient." Then a little girl of only four or five years old, holding a kite string in her hand, ran quickly in an open space in front of the mountain, with paper kites in the sky.

It was even more casual in her hands, and suddenly it disappeared into the clouds without a trace. The wind was so strong that the young Lu Xueyuan couldn't pull it, and suddenly fell to the ground, and the string of the kite was torn immediately, and she cried out "Wow".

Then he was picked up by a pair of broad hands, and Bai Muchen whispered comfort: "Yuan'er, don't be afraid, Master is here, Master will make another one for Yuan'er, don't cry, be good Yuan'er."

Just when everyone was sighing at the deep and touching relationship between master and apprentice, the painting style suddenly changed. The little girl's body and hands were covered with red blood. Looking at the ground, several sparrows were lying on the ground miserably with their internal organs torn out.