Chapter 830 (1/2)

Flowing clouds, flowing sounds slowly, from this piece of Heaven and Earth.

The assessment of the Disciple is a gathering of people, that is, those who are involved in inheritance are no exception.

Only Qin Xuan, his eyes from the cloud hall that day, Tianyun Shenshu graciously passed, such as the past.

He seems to think of his own scars, was brought into this cloud and nine mountains to heal.

In my mind, I remembered the old Master’s face, and I couldn’t help but feel a little lost.

……

Green Mountain drizzle, youth wearing a robe of robes and standing with a crown.

There is a woman voice that dances like a wind and dances, looking at the head down youth.

“This generation is all long-term.

To you, it happens to be green in the mountains. From now on… I hope you can cloud the god tree that day, Changqing is in the world, asks Cheng Xian.

I will give Changqing the word to you, for me to be a recipe, but do not want to? ”

Youth slightly raised his head and gently said: “Respect Master’s Law, after the Disciple, with Changqing!”

Youth with a smile, he looked at the woman who was in the dust, “Disciple Qin Xuan, Qin Changqing, see Master!”

The woman looked at the smile of youth, it seemed to be a thought, but I don’t know. Since then, there is a cultivator named Qin Xuan in Culture World. After the ages, the height of Immortal World is more than a supreme supreme.

Azure Emperor, Qin Changqing!

……

But when Qin Xuan is lost, this Heavenly Cloud Sect assessment has begun.

Thousands of Disciples in one place, after 10 breaths, suddenly, after the flow of True Monarch, there was a round of rays of light. Rays of light gradually condense, turned into six-inch clouds, clouds like mysterious turtles, bursting out of Divine Might.

“That is the Primordial Spirit of the True Monarch!”

“Primordial Spirit Imaging, Worthy is Heavenly Cloud Sect’s Nascent Soul True Monarch !”

“With the psychology of the Primordial Spirit as an assessment, is it overkill?”

Wan Zong was on the sidelines, and his heart was dark, but he did not dare to make a little noise, disturbing the Heavenly Cloud Sect assessment.

From the cloud of this mysterious turtle, thousands of Disciples were present, and all of them were shocked. Mortal felt Soul tremble, as if it was a Divine Turtle in front of him, such as Xu Xun, full of cold sweat, even more fearful.

Even those inheritors, Qi Condensation Realm, Golden Core Realm cultivator, can not help but look at the depth of Soul, such as the pressure of Mountain in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

“Running this tortoise Primordial Spirit, there is another entry!”

The cloud can’t help but smile. Among the thousands of assessments under the Primordial Spirit Divine Might, Mortal is not illusory, and the cultivator is the Primordial Spirit of the gene.

The weak are weak and the Powerhouse is stronger!

The precision of the Primordial Spirit is so detailed that it is comparable to the normal Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Even if it is the spectator of Wan Zong, it is not amazed.

However, in the thousands of Disciples, there are pieces of people falling down, or squatting, soft on the ground.

This pressure is too terrifying, and Mortal is not strong enough to bear.

Xu Xun is complexion pale, he can hardly bear, but his mind can not help but flash through these millions of miles, his own Grandfather look forward to the eyes, Qin Xuan Crushing Spirit Transformation Divine Might Crushing Spirit Transformation big cultivator.

Suddenly, in his eyes, he rose a bit of perseverance and even forcibly held it.

Even those cultivators who are involved in inheritance cannot be on the verge of collapse under this pressure.

Among them, the most relaxed ones, such as the youth from the edge of Desolate Earth, the pupil light is strong, and the body exudes a fierceness.

The same is true of Mu Wei, although his look is dignified, but the time of interest is very easy for him.

It was Mu Hao, his eyes fell on Qin Xuan, his eyes were gloomy.

“Can you afford it? I have to look at it. How long can you afford it?”

Mu Hao smiled indifferently. As a seven-year-old son of Xiyun State, he himself recognized Supreme Talent, the so-called Dao Heart, and the trivial nameless generation. How can he compare with him?