Doomsday Horror Storm

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Heart, the foundation of a person

The reason why cultivators can ascend to immortality and live forever in this world is because they are not cultivating the way of heaven, but cultivating their hearts.

Only the heart is strong, so it will live forever

The quality of the heart is absolutely decisive for a person's future. If it is a qualification at the level of the first heart, it will be difficult to reach the Jindan realm even if it is struggled for a lifetime. But the qualifications at the second level of the heart will eventually stop at the Nascent Soul realm, forever.

Nor can he break through the Nascent Soul and become a strong man in the realm of distraction.

Only those who have achieved the qualifications of the Three Talents Heart can reach the realm of distraction, become a super strong person with a life span of 2000 years, and achieve the qualifications of the Four Symbol Hearts. Looking at the entire world of cultivation, there are only a few, and everyone is a top genius.

Once discovered, they will be protected immediately and may even cause competition among various sects.

And those who have achieved the qualifications of the Five Elements Heart can reach the state of integration where they can calculate the world and see through the rules. Each of these people is a direct disciple of the famous leader of the cultivation sect, and they are rare geniuses.

As for the aptitudes at the heart level, they are nothing in the entire world of cultivation, and the exquisite heart with seven orifices only exists in legends...

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"Test your qualifications. Use this 'Measure the Heaven Dou' exclusively. You will definitely not make mistakes." The white-bearded old man took out a cup with a shining black and yellow light from under his sleeve robe.

Transparent, exuding a dark yellow light, you can tell it is an immortal magic weapon at a glance

Yang Xuan took a look at the cup and asked, "How do you test it with this?"

The white-bearded old man smiled slightly, quite like an immortal, and said: "You only need to point the mouth of this cup to your heart, and this cup can confidently measure your qualifications."

Yang Xuan nodded in realization. (Baidu search 8 degrees

The white-bearded old man glanced at him and said, "I'm going to start, are you ready?" He slowly raised the cup and touched Yang Xuan's heart with the rim of the cup.

The cup was all black and yellow. The moment the heart was printed on it, Yang Xuan's body trembled and his heart jumped hard. The next moment, something seemed to be pulled out from his heart.

Yang Xuan felt his eyes go dark, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly, appearing in the sky above a vast continent.

This continent is desolate, with rivers of blood flowing on the ground, and countless corpses piled up, including giants with double horns, angels with wings on their backs, and ferocious-looking demons...

The setting sun shines like blood on this land.

A sad aura emanated from these corpses. Yang Xuan was shocked for a moment, and then suddenly discovered that among so many corpses, there were gods, demons, and even dragons, etc., but he did not see a human being.

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The scene turned dark, and a vicissitudes of voice came from far, far away: "...the first level is opened..."

The next moment, the scene in front of Yang Xuan returned to Pindao Temple again.

"It's Sancaixin" came Ye Feng's surprised voice.

Yang Xuan quickly looked down and saw that the dark-yellow cup turned blue at some point and looked extremely beautiful.

The white-bearded old man was a little surprised in his eyes. He looked Yang Xuan up and down and exclaimed: "I can't tell, but you actually have such a talent. It's rare, it's really rare."

Yang Xuan smiled slightly and said: "In this way, can I become an inner disciple?"

The white-bearded old man nodded and said: "You have enough conditions to become an inner disciple. If you hand over your soul card, you can officially become an inner disciple."

"You want the soul card?" Yang Xuan suddenly frowned. The soul card is made from a person's soul. Once it is broken, that person will suffer irreparable trauma even if he does not die.

The white-bearded old man seemed to have noticed Yang Xuan's concerns and brushed his beard and said: "Don't worry, this soul card is in charge of several supreme elders of our sect. Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are only a handful of people who can snatch the soul card from them.

These Supreme Elders generally live in Shushan retreat and will not leave the mountain gate for many years. It is absolutely safe to leave it to them."

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, and a flash of blue light flashed across his hand. He immediately took out a black soul tablet from the ring and said: "Take it."

After the white-bearded old man took it, he checked it and confirmed that there was indeed the breath of the spirit on the soul card. He took it away, then took out a purple medal from his sleeve and said: "This is the medal of the inner disciples. From now on,

From today on, you are an inner disciple of Shushan. As for any requirements and precepts that need to be remembered, the brat next to you will tell you."

Ye Feng curled his lips and moved his lips a few times.

"What did you say?" The white-bearded old man raised his eyebrows and glared at him.

Ye Feng waved his hands quickly and said with an apologetic smile: "No, no, I'm talking about you being wise, mighty, suave, and handsome..."

The white-bearded old man brushed his beard slightly, nodded, and said calmly, "You will definitely become a talent." "In that case, you can leave. If you don't understand anything in the future, come back and ask me."

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded, then pulled Ye Feng away from Pindao Temple.

"Humph, old Taoist priest!" As soon as he left the Taoist temple, Ye Feng snorted angrily and said, "Give him some colors to see, he really opened a dyeing workshop."

Yang Xuan laughed dumbly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Where are we going now?"

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "Go to the spirit-washing pool at the inner gate." He took the lead and walked away.

Yang Xuan followed him, walking, and couldn't help but think of the scene that suddenly appeared when he was testing his qualifications... Where on earth was that vast continent? So many races died, including gods, demons, etc.

clan, dragon clan, orc clan and other powerful races

What kind of tragic war broke out before so many lives were lost?

In addition to this, what does that vicissitudes of voice say about the opening of the first level?

Yang Xuan frowned. Whether it was the old man in the coffin in the purple hall or the demon imprisoned under the Luoshen Mountain in the Meteor God Realm, they all seemed to have seen something incredible in themselves...

"Before the end of the world, I was just an ordinary white-collar worker. Why can I have three bloodlines at the same time? What secrets are hidden in me?"

Yang Xuan was filled with confusion, but no one gave him the answer.

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After walking out of the mountain road, the green shade on both sides suddenly opened up, and a huge square came into view. Behind the square, there was an extremely majestic hall, with flying tiles and green beams, majestic and full of immortal style.

This main hall is the back hall of Shushan. Those who can enter here are also the inner disciples of Shushan.

In the wide square, there were scattered purple-clad disciples standing in small groups, some chatting with each other, and some practicing silently alone...

Yang Xuan and Ye Feng walked over together.

After entering the square, many people were slightly startled when they saw Ye Feng, and then nodded slightly as a greeting. As for Yang Xuan's arrival, they just glanced at it and turned their heads.

, and ignored it.

In this Shushan inner sect, competition is extremely fierce. If a genius appears who is too popular, others will either fawn over him or frame him behind his back.

This is the survival rule of Shushan Inner Sect

Shushan has been inherited for thousands of years and has always been enduring. There is a certain reason. It will definitely not be spent a lot of resources to raise some greenhouse flowers...

"Ye Feng" whispered, and a purple cloud floated in the distance, carrying a faint fragrance, but it was Ye Feng's senior sister Zhou Xuefan. She had a purple hairband on her head and looked quite heroic.

"Senior sister" Ye Feng's eyes lit up when he saw her and he shouted quickly.

After Zhou Xuefan walked in, he glared at Ye Feng and said, "Why did you come so late? If I hadn't reserved it for you, I'm afraid you would have queued up for days and nights."

Ye Feng smiled awkwardly and said: "I took Brother Yang to Pintao Temple for a test, and now Brother Yang has become an inner disciple of our Shushan Mountain."

Zhou Xuefan then raised his head, glanced at Yang Xuan in surprise, glanced at the purple medal on his chest, and then said in amazement: "I didn't expect that you could actually pass the test."

Yang Xuan shrugged helplessly.

Zhou Xuefan did not pursue the issue further and said quickly: "Follow me first and go to the Spirit Cleansing Pond before we talk." After saying that, he turned around and led the way. Ye Feng quickly followed behind him, and Yang Xuan followed suit after being startled for a moment.

Go up.

This Spirit Cleansing Pond is located in the back hill of the main hall and is extremely tightly guarded. Along the way, Yang Xuan, with his keen intuition, discovered more than a dozen powerful auras from the green shade on both sides. Although it was extremely hidden, it was still

After being discovered by him, the masters of these breaths are afraid that each one has the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Not long after walking along the mountain road, a cliff appeared in front of us. There was no grass growing on this cliff, and three characters were carved on it: Xilingchi.

At the bottom of the cliff, there is a large pool, which looks completely white, with fairy aura floating on it. And around the pool, there are about fifty straw mats, with serial numbers marked on them, from "1" to "50"

At this moment, there are people sitting on each of these straw mats, but only the last few straw mats are still empty.

Zhou Xuefan took Ye Feng and Yang Xuan to the straw mat No. 12 and sat down. The straw mat was extremely wide and could fit three people.

Yang Xuan said in surprise: "Do you still have to fight for a seat when entering the Spirit Cleansing Pond?"

Zhou Xuefan smiled softly and said: "Of course there is a reason why the Spirit-washing Pond is only opened once every ten years. Because if it is opened frequently, the aura of the Spirit-washing Pond will be greatly reduced, and over time it will turn into ordinary pool water. Every time it is opened,

"The first person to enter will get the greatest benefit, while the last person to get in will get the smallest benefit."

Yang Xuan nodded in realization.

At this moment, a burst of scattered footsteps came and stopped beside the straw mat where Yang Xuan and others were sitting, and an impatient voice sounded: "This straw mat belongs to me, you all, get out of my way."

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