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On the day when the training officially started, Jing Yingrong arrived at Xianzhu Continent at dawn.

The early morning mist floats like a gauze in the square, and many seats are already occupied.

She randomly found a futon and sat down, moved the low table in front of her to a comfortable distance, and placed a pile of paper under each of the four table feet to raise the low table higher.

At Chen time, the seats were almost full, and a figure appeared on the high platform in front. A voice filled with spiritual power clearly reached everyone's ears, announcing the start of the lecture.

Everyone followed the order and took out the corresponding textbooks, and everyone sat upright and listened attentively.

Four consecutive days and four nights of classes were just a piece of cake for the monks, and the rest day came in a blink of an eye.

Many monks got up and left their seats, walked nearby, or gathered together to share their lessons. There is only one day off, and most people are too lazy to go far except those who have something to do.

Jing Yingrong was also among the walking crowd, following them to visit the scenery of Xianzhu Continent.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang in the west.

when - when - when -

The bell rang three times in a row, melodiously, and could be heard anywhere on the entire continent.

The people around were talking.

"By the way, today is the day for the personal selection literary test. Just now the bell rang for the exam to start."

"Senior Brother, are you talking about the Literary Examination to select direct disciples? Is it actually being held here?"

"The previous session was in the Startling Dragon Enclave, but when the sect was attacked before, the Startling Dragon Enclave was... this session was temporarily changed to here."

"Hey, I remember there is a tall building in front of me. I wonder if I can see the examination room if I go up there. Let's go take a look?"

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Everyone walked forward faster, Jing Yingrong followed calmly behind.

After a while, a ten-story building with high eaves and pointed roof came into view. The words "Chengyun Tower" were written on the plaque.

Climbing up to the highest floor of Chengyun Tower and looking westward, you can indeed vaguely see the examination site.

I saw that the open space was divided into hexagonal grids by the power of the magic circle, like a honeycomb. There was a person sitting in each grid, and everyone was writing furiously at their desks.

The hexagonal grid formed by the power of the magic circle is fully enclosed, and the ground is also blocked, blocking sight and sound, spiritual power and spiritual consciousness in all directions to prevent candidates from cheating.

In addition, there are more than a dozen elders who have cultivated in the realm of returning to the virtual world and the realm of cave truth patrolling back and forth in the sky. There is also a Mahayana elder sitting in front of the examination room.

Jing Yingrong saw Wu Yaochen, Yin Xueze, Lan Chucui and Shu Pinghui, all of whom were concentrating on writing.

With her eyesight, everyone's expressions and movements can be seen clearly in detail.

Wu Yaochen's writing is smooth and flowing, with a calm and indifferent expression, more like painting than taking an exam; Yin Xueze writes as fast as wind and thunder, but his handwriting is extremely neat and delicate; Lan Chucui will write and revise on the draft paper first, After confirming the answer, he copied it down; Shu Pinghui put her face in one hand, stopped writing a paragraph, bit the tip of the pen, and then wrote another paragraph. She looked leisurely but was not slow at all.

Others couldn't see the reflection in the mirror so clearly, but it didn't stop them from talking enthusiastically.

"With so many people, our sect is really full of talents."

"How many? Did you know that there were at least ten times more people in the previous literary test than this! Alas, this is the result of relaxing the registration conditions." "Too many people died in the war, so this is the only way. In fact, I thought I would be promoted to a direct successor. We only look at qualifications and cultivation, so there is such a thing as a literary test?"

"Of course, first the literary test and then the martial arts test. What do you mean by qualifications and cultivation? You checked it when you signed up! If you fail these two items, you won't even be qualified to sign up!"

Immediately, someone asked the monk for advice: "The martial arts test is easy to understand. It is nothing more than a test of actual combat ability. But this literary test, dare I ask senior brother, what is it testing?"

The other party was easy to talk to and answered patiently: "As for the literary test, it tests history, culture, and Taoist knowledge. The two most important parts of the test are one about Taoist understanding, and the other is case analysis. The most common questions about Taoist understanding are Intercept a section of a technique or a spell and ask you to write down how to practice it. As for example analysis, you usually give a few examples for analysis. For example, there was a question in the last session about two great masters. Taking the experience of the battle as an example, it is required to analyze the reasons for the defeat of the losing party from the aspects of spiritual power use, spell selection, and fighting environment."

The person next to me added: "I heard that those who answered the questions well will be individually extracted and cataloged into a volume and put in the library for people to refer to."

People chatted with gusto and the rest time passed by in the blink of an eye.

This literary test will last for two days and one night. Although everyone is reluctant to leave, they can only return to the square to continue the class.

The seats are not fixed, and many monks sit in different positions than last time. Jing Yingrong did not choose a seat at will this time, but started looking around.

Finally, she chose a seat at the end of the right column. The person sitting in front of her was a tall disciple who could block her completely.

After sitting down, she took out a large pile of classics and placed them on the left side of the low table, piling them up high.

There was no one on the right and behind, and the front and left were blocked. Her seat seemed like a small world of its own.

Jijiebi asked in confusion: "What is the mirror doing?"

Ji Yanzhu said excitedly: "I know, I know! Tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Demon Clan, let's take a sneak peek!"

Ji Sha Jian: "Tsk, tsk, you deserted in class."

Jing Yingrong: "I won't show it to you."

Ji Sha Sword: "Stingy Jin'er!"

After a pause, it hummed: "Okay, okay, this is called enriching extracurricular experience."

"Ok!"

It was still dark the next day, so Jing Yingrong created a palm-sized circular light curtain in front of him, and set up a sound transmission barrier so that the sound from the light screen could directly enter the sea of ​​consciousness and not be heard by outsiders.

What is shown in the light curtain is the central area of ​​the Demon Realm, where there is a group of buildings under construction.

Although it has not yet been completed, the scale of this building can already be seen, and its appearance is significantly different from human buildings.

For example, the 99-story main steps at the front are more than five feet high, thirty feet long, and twenty feet wide. From the perspective of the human race, the first level is a huge platform.

Look at the huge main hall, which is enough to accommodate dozens of beast kings in their true form at the same time.

At this moment, the vast plain under the main steps was crowded with countless monsters.

From the little demons who have just entered the demonic path, to the great demons of the ninth and tenth levels; from the demon birds soaring in the sky, to the sea beasts wrapped in the current. They all stood quietly in the dim light of dawn.

On the steps, all the existing beast kings of the demon clan lined up on both sides, guarding the demon emperor in their true form.

The gradually brightening skylight fell on the jet-black fur covered with golden markings, making his eyes shine brightly. The first demon emperor in history is here, carrying the eyes of thousands of demon clans, facing the place where the night first fades, and welcoming the rising sun.