Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 1508 Qingyun Universe

Author: Bi Mo Liang Liang

Chapter 1508 Qingyun Universe

Swinging around.

Swinging slowly.

Three months later, Qin Wudao came to Qingyun Universe.

Compared with other high-level universes, the vitality of Qingyun Universe is more intense. Whenever the first sun rises, the purple color comes from the east, and the vitality turns into mountain mist, nourishing all things.

Colorful streams of light cut through the starry sky.

And the place where all the streams of light meet is the Qingyun Sect, located in the center of the universe, like a wise man who has seen through the world of mortals, watching the changes in the universe without moving.

After entering Qingyun Universe, Qin Wudao was not in a hurry, but stopped and walked.

When I arrived at Qingyun Sect, I happened to catch up with the disciple recruitment ceremony.

The vast starry sky.

There are countless talented people from all over the world, they are all under 100,000 years old, placed in the advanced universe with almost eternal life, they are undoubtedly very young.

They are like the rising sun. After years of baptism, they are still young.

In the world of martial arts, no one laments the time.

eternal!

eternal life!

Never fade!

"If people don't die and there are more and more warriors, will it break the balance? Will the endless universe be overwhelmed?"

Qin Wudao stood in the crowd and looked around. There were people everywhere. He couldn't see the end and started to think wildly again.

Resources are limited.

If you use it without restriction, it will eventually be exhausted one day.

The most important link in the planned use of resources is population control.

The more people there are, the more resources are consumed.

In the advanced universe, everyone practices martial arts and all members are immortal. Naturally, the population cannot be controlled. If things continue like this, will there be a shortage of resources?

Regarding this question.

Qin Wudao still can't figure it out now.

But soon.

He will understand that the problems he can think of have already been solved by someone!

It’s just that the method is a bit cruel!

"The Qingyun Sect's Disciple Recruitment Ceremony has officially begun!"

At noon, a loud voice sounded, echoing in the surrounding star field, containing an inexplicable divine power, making people subconsciously feel awe.

Everyone's eyes were looking forward.

Under the gaze of everyone, the starry sky ahead rippled, and a stretch of sacred mountains appeared out of thin air. There were at least tens of thousands of them, and they were very majestic.

Every sacred mountain has distinctive characteristics.

Some peaks are thousands of miles high, like a divine sword reaching the sky, piercing the starry sky. They are extremely steep and dangerous to climb.

Some mountain peaks are majestic and majestic, like the oldest giants, exuding a wild and wild momentum, stretching across the starry sky, making it difficult to overcome.

There are also some mountain peaks that look like dragons, phoenixes, and cranes, which are vivid and vivid, as if they have some kind of spirituality and can turn into living creatures and fly away at any time.

And between the mountains, rivers of vitality flow, nourishing each sacred mountain.

Transpiration.

The vitality is extremely strong.

Holy land for cultivation!

The road is promising!

When everyone saw Qingyun Sect, these two thoughts came to mind.

Whoosh!

At this time, dozens of streams of light flew out from a certain sacred mountain, wearing blue and white robes, carrying swords on their backs, and carrying immortal bones, like immortal kings in the sky, descending into the mortal world.

"Qingyun asked, there are three levels in total!"

"The first level is the talent level!"

"The second level is the will level!"

"The third level is Daoyuan Pass!"

A white-haired old man stood up and with a wave of his hand, he tore apart a large expanse of void and dropped a hundred thousand dragon-shaped stone pillars, flashing in different colors.

"At the talent level, the inquirer can detect talent by placing his hands on the Qingyun Pillar!"

"There are nine levels of talent!"

"Only those who have reached the sixth level can join the Qingyun Sect and become an outer disciple!"

The white-haired old man continued.

Not loud.

But it fell on everyone's ears.

"Now, the questioning begins!"

After introducing the rules, the white-haired old man stepped aside.

However.

The moment he retreated, an invisible force erupted from the Qingyun Pillar, dividing the chaotic Tianjiao into 100,000 teams, each team containing hundreds of thousands of people.

Qin Wudao was in the middle group, numbering more than 3,000 people.

boom!

A genius stepped forward.

With a trace of anxiety, he placed his hands on the Qingyun Pillar.

Suddenly, the Qingyun Pillar trembled slightly, various colors flashed in turn, and finally turned completely blue.

"Fifth level qualification, unqualified!"

An emotionless voice sounded.

Hearing this, the genius who took the test felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered and almost collapsed to the ground. His face was ashen and he was extremely depressed.

The light in his eyes disappeared!

Qingyun Sect!

Among the six superpowers of the Endless Universe, it is the only one that recruits disciples from outside, and it is also the only chance for ordinary people like them to break out of their cocoons and become butterflies.

And he had no idea!

The second place test winner is a woman, wearing a white dress, with a cold and aloof aura, like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, endowed with a sense of sanctity.

The woman put her hand on the Qingyun Pillar.

boom!

A brilliant burst of light bloomed.

The Qingyun Pillar turns purple.

"Eighth level talent, qualified!"

The ruthless voice sounded.

"Junior sister, please come with me!"

A Qingyun Sect disciple standing not far away flew over with his sword and said to the woman in the white dress.

The woman nodded and said nothing.

Five hours later, it was Qin Wudao's turn. Among the more than 3,000 people before him, only five were qualified to join the Qingyun Sect.

The elimination rate is scary!

"I don't know what level my talent can reach!"

Qin Wudao muttered something and put his hands on the Qingyun Pillar.

but.

Qingyunzhu felt nothing.

It's like falling asleep.

Qin Wudao was stunned. Am I a person without talent?

It shouldn’t be!

I have redefined martial arts civilization now, how could I not have talent?

The road to unity!

God's rules!

This is the best proof.

Not only him, but the surrounding Qingyun Sect disciples and the white-haired old man were all attracted by Qin Wudao, as if they had discovered a species they had never seen before.

"Is this broken?"

Qin Wudao asked.

The white-haired old man put his hand on the Qingyun Pillar, showing his eighth-level talent.

"It's not broken!"

The white-haired old man looked at Qin Wudao and marveled.

"It shouldn't be!"

Qin Wudao frowned and injected a burst of vitality into Qingyun Pillar.

It would have been better not to inject it. The moment the vitality appeared, the Qingyun Pillar exploded and turned into powder.

Qin Wudao was dumbfounded!

The Qingyun Sect disciples were dumbfounded!

All the test geniuses were dumbfounded!

"You are here to cause trouble!"

The white-haired old man was not angry. He stretched out his right hand and said calmly: "Compensate!"

Qin Wudao's whole body was numb.

He thought for a moment and asked: "Can I still join the Qingyun Sect?"

Now, it was the white-haired old man's turn to be silent.

He was also unable to determine Qin Wudao's talent.

Logically speaking, in the endless universe, especially in the high-level universe group, there are almost no unqualified warriors, and Qin Wudao has a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Tao Shaping Realm, which is enough to prove his talent for cultivation.

But the problem is that Qingyun Pillar has not been graded!

"This guy got into trouble again!"

On a mountain peak in the distance, Xiao Qi touched her smooth forehead, speechless.

"Is he the person the Sword Master values?"

Next to Xiao Qi, sat a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament. His hair was black as a whole, but the hair hanging down from his temples was white and swayed in the wind.

He looked at Qin Wudao with deep eyes, and an inexplicable light flashed through him.

(End of chapter)