The major sects and forces in the immortal world did not stay much longer, but went back to arrange the matter and prepare the disciples. At the same time, this news was also made public to the world, allowing responsible casual cultivators to go to the monster kiln to kill monsters. What's more important is to tell the young disciples who are preparing to take part in the entry-level examinations of various major sects in one year to be prepared. As soon as this news was announced, these young disciples suddenly burst into mourning. "Ahhh...why are we so unlucky? Why don't we go to the monster kiln to kill the monsters fifty years later?" "Oh my god, I went to the monster kiln and I don't know if I can come out alive?" "The competition is too fierce!" "Ah ah... I am forty this year and will be ninety-one in the next fifty years. I still have the opportunity to participate in the entrance examinations of various major sects." "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Why do you only recruit disciples who are under one hundred years old? Isn't it okay if you are one hundred and twenty years old?" However, no matter how they wail, they still have to gather their spirits and start preparing to go to the monster kiln to kill monsters in a year's time. On the spaceship, Qingwu received the message from Ke Duzhong and was so angry that she dropped the tea cup in her hand. "boom!" She suddenly threw the tea cup, which frightened Ye Feiran and the others. Everyone held their breath to watch Qingwu's next reaction. After getting along with each other for this period of time, Qingwu got to know Ye Feiran and his team somewhat, and the more he got to know them, the more his favorable impressions naturally increased. biqubao.com She even had the idea of asking Ke Duzhong to recruit them to the Xuantian Immortal Sect in advance, but before she could say anything, something like this happened. Once the news of going to the monster kiln to kill monsters is announced, the major sects in the fairy world cannot take the opportunity to recruit disciples, otherwise these disciples will be despised in the future, which will affect their future cultivation path, and the reputation of the sect will also be affected. Influence. The more Qingwu thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he cursed out loud. "hateful!" "Shameless!" When night fell and Fengwei prepared the spiritual food, Qingwu's mood adjusted. Everyone felt relieved when they saw that Qingwu's expression was no different from usual, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed as usual. Fengwei's cooking skills had improved, and Qingwu didn't want to affect everyone's mood for eating, so she didn't mention it a word. After the meal, she did not go back to rest as usual, but said, "I received a piece of news today that is closely related to you." As soon as these words came out, Ke Tiandong suddenly felt nervous. Could there be any surprise? Ye Feiran and the others looked at each other, "Immortal Lord, please speak!" Qingwu first fell into memories, and then slowly said, "Many years ago, monsters suddenly invaded the fairy world. Because of the huge number and the fairy world was not prepared, many cultivators in the fairy world fell in that battle, and even large sects were completely wiped out. . Although the fairy world was later defeated, all the invading monsters were still not killed, so everyone tried to trap the remaining monsters in one place, which is now the monster kiln. Every two hundred years, major sects in the fairy world will send disciples to the monster kiln to kill monsters, so that the number of monsters can be controlled. Now for some unknown reason, only one hundred and fifty years have passed since the last time someone was sent into the monster kiln, but the growth rate of monsters suddenly accelerated, so the major sects in the fairy world decided to send disciples to the monster kiln in advance to kill the monsters. Killing the monsters in the monster kiln is the responsibility of every cultivator in the fairy world, and it is also a way for the major sects in the fairy world to recruit disciples. So you start getting ready now. In half a year, no, a year later, you will enter the monster kiln to kill monsters. I don’t know exactly how many disciples under one hundred years old will enter the Monster Kiln, but I can tell you some rules now. Under normal circumstances, the first five hundred disciples can join the ten major immortal sects, while the top fifty are free to choose which immortal sect to join, and the remaining 450 are decided by drawing lots. " Qingwu said this in one breath, then stopped to sip tea gently. Hearing these words, Ye Feiran naturally thought of Gu Sect again and felt sad for a while, but she quickly adjusted her mood. She raised her eyes to look at Immortal Lord Qingwu and asked, "Immortal Lord, are you ranked according to the number of monsters killed?" Qingwu nodded slightly, "Yes, someone will explain the specific situation to you before you enter the monster kiln. However, you'd better go to the Red Moon Domain in advance and occupy the cave in Red Moon City in advance, otherwise you will definitely be sleeping on the streets because there are too many cultivators. The Monster Kiln is located near Red Moon City. Because every two hundred years you have to enter the Monster Kiln to kill monsters, so Red Moon City is very prosperous, and everything you need to prepare can be purchased there. " After saying that, Qingwu looked up at Ke Tiandong, "Tiandong, ask them to change direction and go directly to Red Moon City." "Yes!" Ke Tiandong agreed quickly. Ye Feiran and the others also quickly thanked them, "Thank you, Immortal Lord." Hearing this, Immortal Qingwu suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "If you appear in Xuantian Immortal Sect three years later, it will be the best thank you gift for me." Ye Feiran and the others looked at Immortal Qingwu blankly, not because of her words, but because of her smile. Qingwu Xianjun smiles so beautifully! Qingwu glanced at their reactions and continued, "I am just joking. It is best for you to choose the sect power according to your own situation. There is a place in Hongyue City dedicated to introducing the major sect powers in the immortal world. Then you can Go check it out.” Ye Feiran and the others looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Yes!" Qingwu took another sip of tea. Thinking of the shamelessness of the major sects, she raised her eyes to look at Nie Yingluo. "Yingluo, Tiandong told me about your matter. I suggested that you join the Xuantian Immortal Sect first, because the owner of the Viper Valley will be very happy." Hearing this, Nie Yingluo stood up excitedly, then bent down to thank you, "Thank you, Immortal Lord, for your advice. I will definitely work hard to kill monsters and strive to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect." "Okay!" Qingwu smiled and nodded. As for the others, she didn't mention anything. In the following time, Qingwu chose to retreat in order to make Ye Feiran and the others feel more at ease, and the same was true for Ke Tiandong. However, before Ke Tiandong retreated, he did not forget to tell them that it would take three months to get to Red Moon City. Ye Feiran and his group discussed it and decided to consolidate their cultivation first. Time flies, three months have passed, and the spaceship has entered Red Moon City. Because it is the spacecraft of the First Talisman Immortal, the journey has been smooth and there has been no danger. After the spacecraft successfully landed in Hongyue City, Qingwu went straight to the area occupied by Xuantian Immortal Sect, while Ke Tiandong took them to find the cave where they lived.
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
