Chapter 720 You Are Witch Gods, and I Am Also a Filthy God!

Ye Yingying asked anxiously: "What will happen if I am squeezed out of the ranking after one year?"

Nangong Xiu said solemnly: "If I am squeezed out, I will retreat to an ordinary disciple and return to my rightful position."

Lin Fengmian did not expect that the competition within the Junyan Palace was so fierce, and the protection period for novices was only one year.

But to some extent, the Junyan Palace was really fair.

As expected, the sect and the family took different paths.

The dynasty family represented the world, and the sect took the path of leaving the world.

Although the status of birth is still valid in the sect, it is no longer the one with the greatest influence.

Lin Fengmian was not worried about himself, but was a little worried about Chen Qingyan and others.

After all, they came in on their own to some extent, and their strength was still slightly inferior.

Ye Yingying groaned and said in distress: "It's only been a year, how can I compete with others?"

Nangong Xiu said calmly: "The Supreme said that Tiansha Palace does not support idle people, and people wear hats according to their own sizes."

"In Junyan Palace, even if you are a true disciple, you will be treated differently among different ranks!"

"You just entered Junyan Palace, and although you are a true disciple, it is also the lowest level."

Chen Qingyan asked curiously: "Then these disciples wear clothes of different colors, representing different classes?"

Nangong Xiu nodded and said: "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple correspond to seven levels of disciples."

"Red clothes are for menials, The purple clothes are for Daozi, and you true disciples wear green clothes, but you can also wear ordinary clothes. "

Lin Fengmian asked curiously: "Aunt, the first ten are direct disciples, and the first one is Daozi?"

Nangong Xiu nodded and said: "Yes, Daozi is the strongest in a certain realm, and the whole palace will do its best to cultivate him!"

Lin Fengmian smiled and said: "So, after a year, I can also consider grabbing a Daozi to be a Daozi?"

Nangong Xiu nodded and said: "As long as you can show invincible strength and talent than the same level, you can also be this Daozi!"

Although this kid's spiritual roots are a bit disadvantaged, he does have invincible strength at the same level, and he may really become a Daozi.

Lin Fengmian asked curiously, "Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. There are three imperial palaces in Tiansha Palace, and nine Daozi, but there is no winner?"

Nangong Xiu laughed, "How is it possible? Every hundred years, each imperial palace will compete to determine the strongest Daozi and enjoy special treatment!"

She glanced at Youyao and smiled, "Ask Senior Sister Youyao about this. She has been the strongest Daozi in every realm."

Lin Fengmian and others looked at Youyao dumbfounded. They didn't expect that she had such a glorious past.

Youyao had a blank expression on her face, but she was secretly happy in her heart. Who knew that Lin Fengmian's dog mouth could not spit out ivory.

"Yaoyao, why are you not a Daozi now? Were you taken down?"

Youyao wanted to kick him and said angrily, "Get lost!"

Who are you looking down on!

Nangong Xiu explained: "When you are at the fusion realm, you can already be independent, so you are no longer a disciple of the Tiansha Palace, and there is no such thing as a Daozi."

"After reaching the fusion realm, you can join the Tiansha Emperor Palace and become its deacon, guardian, elder, or even the palace master!"

Through what Nangong Xiu said, Lin Fengmian finally understood why the disciples of the Junyan Emperor Palace were divided into only three levels.

Because the strong men above the fusion realm are concentrated in the Tiansha Main Palace, that is the core combat power of the Tiansha Palace.

But the Supreme Tiansha really doesn't want to support idle people, so the strong men in the Emperor Palace have to go out to perform tasks in exchange for cultivation resources.

Some people choose to take the initiative to go to various imperial palaces or king palaces to take up positions and enjoy the offerings and resources from all over the place.

Nangong Xiu belongs to this category, while Youyao belongs to the type who goes out to be self-reliant, but still has the name of the Tiansha Palace.

The Supreme Tiansha will preach in the Emperor Palace every hundred years, and everyone will gather together, and then go their separate ways.

Lin Fengmian looked a little strange when he heard this. Isn't this Tiansha Palace a gang?

Want to cultivate in my treasured land?

Sure, you can do it in exchange for things and contributions!

No one wants to be idle!

During the conversation, the group followed the rainbow bridge between the mountains to a circular square.

The square was paved with white jade, spotless and flawless, as if it were one body, and shrouded in a faint mist, giving it a sense of transcendence.

In the middle of it was a square altar, emitting a faint golden light, which looked extremely sacred.

Twelve towering statues of gods poked their heads out from the mist, overlooking the square, making people feel insignificant.

Sun Minghan, the master of the Junyan Palace, stood in front of the majestic temple in front of the square, with several other elders standing beside him.

Nangong Xiu whispered a word of encouragement, and then followed Zhou Yuanhua and others to the temple, with Youyao following closely behind.

Jun Yunshang, now an envoy of Junyan, also followed and walked upward, leaving only Lin Fengmian and the other four in place.

Lin Fengmian looked around curiously and found that there were many disciples watching the excitement around the square, including Jun Yunzheng and Qin Yan.

He didn't know what Zhuang Huayu looked like, so he was not sure whether she came.

But the Mitian God Tree didn't react, so the other party should not be there.

After a while, the people above finished their greetings, and Sun Minghan's voice came from above.

"In this trial, the four young friends still stood out, which shows the tenacity of their Taoism and their strong strength. They are really rare talents."

"I am Sun Minghan, the master of Jun Yanhuang Palace. On behalf of the palace, I welcome the four geniuses to join my Jun Yanhuang Palace!"

"All disciples who pass the blood evil trial will have a chance to be inspired by Wu Qi to judge which peak is suitable for them."

Chen Qingyan and Ye Yingying looked surprised, but Yue Yinglan didn't look strange, obviously knowing it.

Sun Minghan pinched the magic formula in his hand and injected spiritual power into the sphere that appeared in front of him.

The twelve ancestor witch statues around the square suddenly emitted a faint light, and waves of mysterious fluctuations spread.

The majestic pressure fell, and the statues seemed to come alive and looked down at everyone.

The disciples around were disturbed by this power, as if they saw the scene of the twelve ancestor witches in ancient times.

"Four friends, please sit on the spiritual platform in turn, no matter what method you use, try to resonate with the world as much as possible!"

"I'll go first!"

Lin Fengmian was still confident, so he walked forward without hesitation, wanting to demonstrate to Chen Qingyan and others.

He stepped onto the spiritual platform, sat cross-legged in the middle, and then emptied his mind according to Sun Minghan's instructions.

Lin Fengmian operated the fire of karma and quickly pushed it to the fourth turn, while silently reciting the witch god song in his heart.

He exuded a strong blood energy, and everyone couldn't help but look at him intently, wanting to see what he could gain.

After hearing that Lin Fengmian was the champion this time, the disciples who were watching became more curious and couldn't help but wait and see.

After all, generally speaking, those who can become the champion are not weak in strength and talent.

But as time went on, only the statue of Zhurong emitted light among the twelve statues, and the other statues remained unmoved.

Although Lin Fengmian exuded a strong blood energy, there was no fluctuation around him, and there was no sign of enlightenment.

Everyone on the sidelines talked about it, and someone was surprised: "No way? Such poor qualifications?"

"It seems that this person has squeezed out all his potential, resulting in a lack of successors. It's really disappointing!"

...

Lin Fengmian used the overlapping of karma fire, chanted the witch god chant, and used all his strength to operate the twelve gods.

But he didn't feel any witch awakening phenomenon at all, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.

He knew that his qualifications were average, but he didn't expect it to be so bad that even the witch god looked down on him.

You are witch gods, and I am also a filthy god!

We are barely half colleagues, so can you give me some face?