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"Thank you for your cooperation.

Fang Yu said with a soft smile on his face. "I hope that all of you will do your best to continue to train the next generation of talents for the soul world."

"The Spirit King doesn't need to do this."

The ten bearded old men laughed and said: "We have a lifelong dream, which is to train the next generation of talents for the soul world.

For these people, the system fabricated their false memories, so they would not have the slightest intention to question him and their own life experience.

Although they have feelings for robots, they are not wooden people without feelings.

In their memory, they are the old gods who retired honorably after dedicating their lives to the world of corpses and souls, and finally came to this newly built Shenzhou Spirit Art Academy to continue to play their role for the world of corpses and souls.

As the saying goes, an old family is like a treasure.

There are as many as ten "treasures" now, and they are all experienced and proficient in the four majors of boxing and ghost walking.

Although they cannot participate in battles, they are indispensable and important figures for the fledgling undead world! They are our pride.

It is by relying on these ten older Death Gods that the group propped up the true spirit art academy.

"My lord.

The oldest one among them walked out from the crowd, bowed to Fang Yu, and said in a low voice: "We are all ready, I wonder when we can officially start recruiting?

"At most 680 in recent days.

Fang Yu thought for a while, then said. "I would like to ask you guys to come up with specific regulations, and then we can open the west gate and sign up for the activities on Liuhun Street."

"Follow the orders of the Spirit King!"

The old people lowered their heads, then turned around and went to the college to prepare the specific enrollment regulations.

in a few days.

Shocking news spread throughout the four Meteor neighborhoods.

Enrollment at the real Central Spiritual School!.

All souls can go to the four outer gates of the Duolingting Court on Liujin Street to participate in the admission of the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art. After passing the test, they can directly enter the 13th Dharma Guardian Team and graduate, becoming a magic stick Duolinging Court!

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Since this news reached the Street of Exiled Souls, all the Exiled Souls here have gone crazy.

When they were extradited to the corpse world for the first time, they were vaguely told that this is the corpse world, the world where all souls live after death, and inside this white wall is the place where Death God gathers! So when they heard that Zhenwu Central When people are coming here, they are all excited.

Therefore, when they heard that the real Central Academy of Spiritual Art was established in the court of Duolin, and that as long as they passed it, they could become Death God, all the souls couldn't sit still, and the souls from all districts went to the palace immediately. main entrance. (cfbg)

Dorotheum, East Gate.

The murderous Shiraishi gate slowly rose, and under the nervous eyes of all the ghosts, an old man with a pale face, unshaven beard, and dressed in white came out unobstructed.

"So this is Death God?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people raised questions.

After all, the old man who came out looked like a weak person, far from the Death God they imagined.

A few people were skeptical; in their eyes, the Death God must be someone who harvests lives with a scythe and an eerie aura.

This man... is this really Death God?

While all the spirits reside in the Street of the Dead, not many of them have actually seen the Death God.

Only a handful of souls are extradited to the spirit world through a formal soul burial process; most souls are "illegal stowaways" who are forcibly taken away by the forces of hell after death.

These people have not seen death and do not know it, so it is reasonable that they might have such unrealistic notions.

"This time I am the Death God who is responsible for the reception, the Qingshan Clan."

Qingshan's eyelids were half-closed, and he said lightly that he didn't seem to have woken up yet. "You all line up in order and pass the test with me here. Whoever passes the test will have the right to enter the Qinglingyuan with me."

Although his voice was not loud, it reached everyone's ears clearly and unmistakably in such a noisy environment.

The originally noisy and disorderly crowd quieted down in an instant, and lined up in order, just as the old man said.

"Not bad, I still have some brains."

Qing Shan nodded slightly; these wandering souls knew what they were doing, which saved him trouble.

Aoyama went on to list the rules in general terms.

The admission process at Shino Spiritual Academy is very simple: just walk up, put your hand on a specially designed device, and then use the number floating on the device to determine whether your spiritual level meets the admission criteria.

And the admission standard of Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art is to have at least level 10 spiritual power!

Don't think that tenth level spiritual power is very low!

Although all souls have spiritual power, more than 70% of the souls originally have too little spiritual power to be included in the classification.

Level 10 Reiatsu is only the most basic requirement for admission.

Most of the Death God qualifications in the soul world can only increase their spiritual pressure by one or two shoe levels in a lifetime.

In contrast, those with the ability are.

For example, Toshirō Hitsugaya established a connection with his Zanpakuto long before he passed the Shinjo Spiritual Academy exam, and his Reiatsu is so powerful that he became the youngest priest captain in the history of Soul Realm.

That's the difference!

There is an insurmountable barrier between genius and mediocrity, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get past it.

Some people have been at the back of the line since birth. This is a fact that no one can change.

The trial officially begins.

The assembled people stepped forward in turn and put their palms on the instrument.

"Fail, next."

"Fail, next."

"Failed, next..."

The old lady from Castle Hill was sitting in a chair, her eyelids almost drooping, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Groups of people come here full of hope, but return disappointed, the selection mechanism is so cruel!

Even with the lowest ten-level Reiatsu, there are only one in a hundred people who are qualified to become a Death God.

But it didn't matter, Fang Yu wasn't surprised at all.

After all, the concentration of child souls in Liuhun Street is too low now, and due to the natural environment, it is quite difficult to produce souls with high qualifications.

The sun is going down, and the reception work is still going on.

The number of people who barely passed the test did not exceed a hundred people, but the number of people suspended has exceeded 10,000.

"Next..."

Aoyama was a little impatient, and waved his hand to greet the next person.

"Hahahaha, it's finally my turn." A rather stout black man, full of confidence, stepped forward and slapped the instrument,

tick.

After that, the instrument vibrated slightly, but the numbers did not float.

If there is no number, it means that the mental stress is too small to be included in the scoring standard!".

Qing Shan looked at the instrument and waved his hand blankly: "Unqualified, next."

"What? Unqualified?"

The expectation of the black man was shattered by a word, and he immediately became angry and roared. "I don't believe it! This can't happen! I'm so strong, why don't you let me pass!"

Qing Shan rolled his eyes, ignored this self-righteous idiot, and waved to the people behind him: "Next one, don't delay any longer."

"Hahahahahaha..."

A roar of laughter broke out from the crowd, making the Negro man turn blue and pale.

Before coming here, he had great confidence in himself, thinking that with such a strong body, he must be the strongest among this group of people. Isn't it easy to pass the test and become Death God?

But it turned out that the old man didn't see it at all, his pride in his physical fitness was completely useless, and he was immediately rejected.

"It can't be.....Obviously, I have such a good..." The black man snorted to himself, almost with some contempt.

"Please give………………"

At this time, the little girl whispered something, and then slowly approached him. .