Fortune Teller

The mid-month sermon came as scheduled.

When Gu Xiuyun arrived, Elder Jun Sheng was already standing above the Taoist platform. The Taoist platform below was shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see the scene clearly.

"Hey, why did the elder come so early?" Gu Xiuyun was confused.

It's not yet midnight, so logically speaking, the elder shouldn't show up so early.

Gu Xiuyun looked around and saw that many Pulse Cleansing Realm disciples were already watching on the ropeway. He walked quickly to a disciple and asked quietly, "When did this junior brother and elder come here, and the group on the Taoist platform?" "Misty, what's going on?"

"Reporting to Senior Brother, I don't know the specific time," the Pulse Cleansing Realm disciple on the ropeway clasped his fists and shook his head, "I just heard that the elder came earlier than everyone else and set up a large formation on the Taoist platform. Those fogs are It spreads out from within the formation."

"That's it." Gu Xiuyun nodded slightly.

Elder Jun Sheng said in his last sermon that this time he would test the formation level of his disciples. Now it seems that this formation is the test question!

Looking at the fog on the platform, Gu Xiuyun's eyes flashed with thoughts, and then he stepped into it.

As soon as I walked into the fog, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. I was standing on the endless sea, the blue sky connected with the sea, and there was nothing but the undulating sea water under my feet.

"It is indeed an illusion array." Gu Xiuyun understood in his heart.

If it is a killing formation or a trapping formation, although it is more powerful, if it moves, it will cause death or injury. It is a bit inappropriate to use it to test the disciples. The illusion formation is the safest. Even if you get lost in the formation, there will be no danger.

Gu Xiuyun sat down cross-legged, surrounded by spiritual energy, letting himself float on the water to avoid falling into the deep sea.

He knew very well that the essence of the phantom formation was born from the heart. If Gu Xiuyun did not activate his spiritual power, he would sink to the bottom of the sea. With Jun Sheng's elder's formation method, it would be difficult to escape by then. Like ascending to heaven.

"The blue sky and the sea are no different from reality, and there are no flaws in the fluctuations of spiritual power. It may not be easy to break this formation." Gu Xiuyun looked at the surrounding scene, and started to pinch his hands hidden in his sleeves. As for the black spirit turtle He did not use Lot A.

Since this formation is a test for all the disciples on the Taoist stage, it will definitely be able to trap the nine major disciples, even the strong ones from the fourth level of Kai Mai, let alone Gu Xiuyun?

Even if the spirit turtle black armor sign is activated, it will have no effect. If this is the case, why use it in front of others.

Gu Xiuyun followed the fluctuations of spiritual power and deduced for a long time, but he did not find anything abnormal. However, he understood that this formation would not be peaceful forever, and there would definitely be a riot when the time came.

If it is always a blue sea and a blue sky, how can we test the skills of our disciples?

Sure enough, as the night outside grew darker, the fog on the platform became increasingly chaotic.

"Oops, I was almost late again!" Taoist Mingxian stumbled to the Taoist platform.

It was almost midnight, and there was only a trace of water leakage left next to it.

"Senior Brother Mingxian, hurry in." The deacon disciple urged.

Before he finished speaking, a stream of spiritual power rushed down, sweeping up Taoist Mingxian like a wave and throwing him into the depths of the mist, leaving only Taoist Mingxian's scream.

"Mingxian, you dare to procrastinate even my mid-month sermon. If you can't survive the three illusions today, I will punish you to stay in the Yinfeng Cave for half a year." Elder Jun Sheng's voice resounded like thunder through the Taoist platform. In the ears of every disciple.

"Senior Brother Mingxian is late again?"

Gu Xiuyun looked up at the sky. There was nothing but the blue sky, but he knew that the blue sky was just an illusion. Elder Jun Sheng was right above his head, looking at all the disciples of the Kai Pulse Realm.

"This bastard Mingxian has really disgraced Hanchun Mountain." Deep in the illusion, a third-level disciple of Kaimei opened his eyes with an angry look on his face, "I was punished to the Yinfeng Cave last time, and I was actually late again today. When the sermon is over, Finally, I have to ask Master to punish him."

Both are disciples of Hanchunshan. If Mingxian loses face, Hanchunshan will lose face.

"Taoist Master Mingxian is really stubborn. He dares to be late for the elders' sermons. If it were a strict sect like the Weak Water Sect, he would have been sent to the Punishment Department long ago and his entire cultivation would be ruined." A disciple in green robe with white stripes sneered.

This man's footsteps were as fast as lightning, walking on the sea like a phantom, surrounded by strong winds, but could not stop his figure.

A cultivator of the fourth level of Kaimai, he has practiced in Shangyuan Hall for many years. In terms of strength, this person is already close to Taoist Kang Yan. How can a large formation trap him?

Only half an hour had passed, and the disciple in the white-striped green robe suddenly went dark. He had already walked out of the formation and stood at the edge of the Taoist platform.

Not far away, there were still five disciples standing, all among the nine major disciples.

"Kang Hua, your speed is a bit slow!" Another disciple in white-striped green robe said.

"This is Elder Jun Sheng's illusory formation, so I will naturally have to understand it carefully." Taoist Kanghua said coldly.

A moment later, three other disciples in blue robes with white stripes walked out one after another.

Elder Jun Sheng frowned, knowing that the large array he had set up could not trap the nine people, so he waved his hand and asked them to go to one side to rest.

"As expected of the Nine Disciples, even the large formations set up by the elders cannot trap them." The disciples watching on the ropeway were full of amazement.

"After all, he is the uncle of the Kang generation. Although he is less than two hundred years old, he is still much stronger than the Ming generation." Someone said.

"Yes, cultivation level can be forcibly pushed up with elixirs, but without long years of accumulation, it is impossible to master the secret methods of immortality and formations. All nine disciples have understood at least one intermediate secret method." Another person continued.

The disciples on the ropeway couldn't help but nod.

The fusion of five kinds of restraints is far more powerful than four kinds of restraints.

The nine major disciples are all of the Kang generation and have practiced for nearly two hundred years, while the oldest disciples of the Ming generation are no more than a hundred years old. The gap between them is really not small.

Of course, none of them were over two hundred years old, and they still had to attend the mid-month sermon.

During the sermon in the middle of the month, members of the Kaimai realm who are under two hundred years old must attend the meeting, unless they are not in the sect or there is an emergency and cannot come. As for those who are over two hundred years old, most of the Kaimai realm members have already entered the Sixth Hall and Three Divisions. Or if you become the master of each peak, how can you listen to the sermons with the disciples of the younger generation?

So they almost never come.

As for the selection of the nine major disciples, they are only selected from disciples under the age of 200. The nine major disciples in this round are all from the Kang generation.

"I heard that Senior Brother Fang Weishan Ming Gong has integrated two secret techniques with four kinds of restrictions, and his cultivation level has reached the third level. I wonder if there will be a chance during the selection of the nine major disciples in two years."

"The hope is slim. Those who can break into the nine major disciples have at least combined two secret techniques with four restrictions. There are still several uncles in the Kang generation who are still under two hundred years old. I heard that they have already understood one of them. The nine major disciples take up most of the positions of secret arts.”

"In ten years, at the next disciple election, there should be hope for the Ming Dynasty generation!"

The disciples on the ropeway whispered.