Universal Simulation: I have countless talents

Everything on the platform was seen by those who had not yet entered the sect.

Many people who claimed to be extremely talented but did not display their talents because they did not have a good background were mentally broken.

"How is it possible!"

A Jindan stage casual cultivator looked up at the platform, his eyes fixed on the child who was constantly fleeing in the crowd.

It took him a hundred years to cultivate to the Jindan stage!

He thought that if he was born in a family of immortal cultivation or a sect holy land, he would only need thirty to fifty years to form a pill instead of a hundred years, and he would be no less than others!

Once he entered the Shenming Sect, he would have sufficient resources and a better cultivation environment, and he would definitely be able to catch up and make a big splash!

But now, he actually saw a child who killed a Yuanying stage in one move!

This made the Jindan casual cultivator's heart full of cracks.

This made the Jindan casual cultivator confused. Is he really a genius?

He worked hard for a hundred years, but he was not even as good as a child!

After becoming a disciple of the Shenming Sect, can I really catch up and surpass others?

There are many people who think like this Jindan casual cultivator, and the previous lofty ambitions are gone.

"This is the foundation of the holy land! A child is so powerful, so after joining the Shenming Sect, won't we also be able to soar to the sky?"

"Sure enough, there is only the iron holy land, and the flowing sects. Even if the holy land is in decline, as long as the remains of the ancestors in the sect are not destroyed, there will be a day when it will be revived. On the contrary, some sects seem to be as powerful as the holy land, and even in certain periods of time, even the holy land will be suppressed by them.

But after all, there is no foundation, it can only be prominent for a while, and will eventually disappear in the long river of time."

"It seems that the Shenming Sect is right!"

Some people not only did not feel confused, but their Tao hearts were shattered, but their hearts to seek the Tao became more and more determined.

"Buzz!"

The teleportation formation was activated, and the space began to distort.

Hundreds of thousands of people standing on the square were wrapped by the force of space. When the twisted space force field subsided, everyone disappeared.

They were all teleported to a secret realm of the Shenming Sect, which was the Wujian Purgatory!

It has always been used to select disciples for the Shenming Sect. For countless years, countless people have died in it!

Wujian Purgatory is a top-notch Taoist weapon, or a semi-finished immortal weapon!

It is vast and boundless. It is used for selecting disciples, just to use the blood and bones, bodies and souls of countless creatures to make Wujian Purgatory a real immortal weapon!

It's just a pity that countless years have passed, and it is still a semi-finished product. It seems to be half a step away from the immortal weapon, but it is actually a long way off.

On the high platform, the more Wang Pan ran, the more excited Wang Yue became.

Wang Pan kept drilling into crowded places. Before he got close, the elders of those true disciples avoided them like snakes and scorpions, and did not dare to interfere in the affairs between the Holy Son and the Sect Master.

After all, not everyone can be like Wang Pan, who can provoke the Sect Master and still be fine.

As for being beaten by the sect master, it was nothing to the elders and the true disciples.

"I am the Holy Son! Who dares to hide!

You are afraid of my master now, but not me?

When I grow up, you will see how I will deal with you old guys."

Wang Pan looked flustered, and was scared by Wang Yue. Wang Yue's white bone stick was something unknown. When it hit him, his soul was torn apart, and his internal organs seemed to be burned!

It was painful, but there was no substantial injury.

Wang Pan was able to endure it, but it did not mean that Wang Pan was willing to be beaten.

"Good Saint Son, you are not grown up yet, yet you dare to threaten the elders. If you grow up, won't you make a big fuss?"

"That's right, that's right, Elder Zhou, hurry up, the Saint Son is coming to you, hurry up and catch him!"

"What are you all doing? If you don't take advantage of the fact that the Saint Son is still young, you won't have a chance when he grows up!"

A group of elders were heartbroken. They originally thought that the Saint Son was the hope of the Shenming Sect and hoped that the Saint Son would overthrow the tyranny of the Sect Master. But now after hearing what Wang Pan said, a group of elders felt that the Saint Son had a bad temper!

Just thinking about it, a group of elders felt a headache.

The Shenming Sect had a Sect Master that brought bad luck to the sect, and now there is another troublesome one.

A group of elders are in a mess, forget it, there is no hope!

Since they can't count on the Saint Son, they should please the Sect Master first. After all, the county magistrate is not as good as the current one.

"That makes sense!"

"The Holy Son is so strong now. When he grows up, won't we have no chance to deal with him?"

"Anyway, we will live under the shadow of the Holy Son for countless years to come. Why not take this opportunity to vent our anger now!"

"Let's do it!"

A group of true disciples thought about it and felt that the elders were right!

With a group of elders and true disciples turning against him, Wang Pan was no match for them and was soon caught.

"Run, keep running, why don't you run?"

Wang Yue smiled and felt very comfortable.

Wang Yue even felt that the speed of his spiritual power running was three times faster, and the bottleneck that had troubled him for hundreds of years was also loosened.

"Master."

Wang Pan called Wang Yue with a serious expression.

"What's wrong? Want to beg for mercy now? It's too late!"

Wang Yue was arrogant and proud.

"Don't hit me in the face~"

Wang Pan said faintly.

"Ahhhh!"

Moji was merciless, he picked up Wang Pan and started beating him.

The screams echoed in the world, and those who heard them were sad and those who heard them shed tears.

Many elders had smiles on their faces, and they watched Wang Pan being beaten happily.

A group of true disciples felt a chill on their backs, and had a bad premonition.

"Why do I feel something is wrong? It seems that I have been fooled by the elders."

A true disciple said faintly.

"Don't feel it, you have been fooled.

The elders are in a high realm and powerful. Even if the Holy Son is talented, it will take a long time for the Holy Son to grow up and deal with the elders.

But we are different. The highest realm among us is only the Spiritualization Stage.

You say, with the Holy Son's inhuman combat power, how long will it take to deal with us?"

Another true disciple sighed, feeling that the future was bleak.

Hearing the words of this true disciple, and looking at the elders who were gloating on the side, a group of true disciples' faces turned black. They were disrespectful to the elderly, did not know martial arts, and even cheated their own disciples!

"I hope the Holy Son will not be led astray by the Sect Master. If the Holy Son gets the Sect Master's narrow-minded true teachings, we will have no good days in the future."

A perfect poem, a post, a content, a book, a forum, a 6-9 book!

Many true disciples thought silently.

"Hahaha, this is probably the worst Holy Son in the history of our Shenming Sect, right?"

"Tsk tsk, it's what he deserves!

You dare to threaten us, you are still too young."

"Well done, wait for me to record it with the photo stone!"

A group of elders smiled and ate melons on the side.

After a while, Wangyue stopped, and there was still a feeling of unsatisfaction in his heart.

But after thinking about it, Wangyue felt that there was a long way to go, so there was no need to rush. There would be plenty of time to deal with this naughty child in the future.

The top priority now is to take advantage of the bottleneck to close the door quickly, and strive to break through to the Hedao period in one go!

"March 18th, the Holy Son Ceremony!

The foreign affairs elders notified the Qingzhou sect to come and watch the ceremony!

The rest of the elders will perform their duties!"

Wang Yue's voice spread throughout the Shenming Sect.

"Yes!"

The elders bowed and saluted, and the true disciples looked at Wang Pan with envy.

This is the Holy Son. The entire Shenming Sect can have countless true disciples, but there can only be one Holy Son!

What is a Holy Son? The whole sect cultivates him, and his status is only below the sect master and several supreme elders, and above millions of people!

He can decide the life and death of countless people with one glance!

Even though Wang Pan has shown his extraordinaryness, he still can't make all the true disciples convinced and recognized!

Wang Pan was not surprised at all. If everyone really convinced himself, Wang Pan would feel something was wrong.

After all, this is the Shenming Sect. Everyone is selfish and it is normal for them to fight each other.

Only when facing the outside world will the Shenming Sect be of one mind.

After all, the Shenming Sect was extremely poor, so the elders and disciples were naturally not that rich.

If they were to cause trouble outside, then if they lost the fight, the Shenming Sect would have to pay, which would naturally affect their own interests.

Wang Pan only wanted the title of the Holy Son, and it didn't matter what the others thought.

"Traitor, are you going to follow me back to Shenming Peak or back to Shengzi Peak?"

Wangyue looked at Wang Pan fiercely.

"Do I have a choice, this Saint?"

Wang Pan just put his hands on his waist, thinking that he was so awesome, and wanted to put on the airs of the Holy Son, but after saying two words, he noticed that the old woman Wangyue's face turned cold, and Wang Pan quickly changed his words.

"A good man doesn't fight with a woman. For the sake of you being the master of this Saint Son, I won't argue with you!"

Wang Pan felt a dull pain all over his body, and couldn't help but be timid.

"Yes, you can choose Shenming Peak."

Wangyue touched Wang Pan's head and said as a matter of course.

Wang Pan's mouth twitched. Damn it, you bully me because I'm young. See how I'll deal with you in the future!

Also, is this old woman born in the Year of the Dog? She changes her face so easily?

"What? You don't want to?

If you really don't want to stay in Shenming Peak, you can just say it.

Your master is very reasonable."

Wangyue said with a smile.

"Master, you're joking. As long as you're here, I'm home.

What's so good about Shengzi Peak? I'm willing to stay in Shenming Peak and accompany you!"

Wang Pan said righteously and sternly.

"Very good, that's what I like about you. There aren't many disciples who are as filial as you now."

Wangyue nodded with satisfaction, and didn't forget to kill people and destroy their hearts.

After hearing this, Wang Pan's fists hardened!

In theory, the Holy Son has his own Shengzi Peak, where the spiritual energy is extremely abundant, far exceeding the other peaks.

There is also a guard team from the lowest Nascent Soul stage to the Out-of-Body stage.

In addition, all kinds of food, clothing, and cultivation resources are top-notch.

Wang Pan originally wanted to enjoy the corrupt life of the Saint Son, but was strangled in the cradle by Wang Yue.

"This old woman must have embezzled my food, clothing, and resources for the guards!"

Although they didn't spend much time together, Wang Pan had seen through this old woman!

She loves money like life, embezzles and accepts bribes, and has a sharp mind!