"The bones are here, so you can get whatever you want." Jiang Nan held the bones and swept the sharp eyes one by one from the many practitioners. His proud aura seemed to be invincible to thousands of troops.

When Jiang Nan said this, he did not hide his powerful spiritual cultivation. For a moment, the cultivator with lower cultivation did not dare to look directly at him. Even the cultivator of the ninth level or tenth level of the Xuan Realm was secretly shocked.

"Boy, just pretend to be almost done. If you keep pretending, you may be exposed." Old Mo's voice sounded at the right time: "There are many masters in the Ghost Spirit Sect, and their momentum is too strong and it is easy to attract attention."

Seeing that the effect of deterrence had been achieved, Jiang Nan restrained his spiritual consciousness and sat cross-legged to the side with an indifferent expression. The bones that caused the "bloody crime" were still placed in front of him, without any hesitation of others' covetousness.

The outer disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect with an indifferent expression walked forward and dragged away the corpse that was pierced through the chest. As for the storage bag and the despicable magic weapon, they were left there. Since the disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect was like this, Jiang Nan was not polite and put away the storage bag and despicable ones left there.

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Along the river surrounding the Ghost Spirit Sect, one cultivator after another landed. Once there were more cultivators, disputes were naturally inevitable. There were disputes, and there were struggles, and deaths were inevitable. The outer disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect always played the role of dragging the corpse away. This kind of thing was very easy for them to handle.

Since Jiang Nan showed his extremely powerful spiritual cultivation, no one dared to cause trouble for him. In addition, he was low-key and had been in peace these days. Seeing everyone's disputes, Jiang Nan smiled coldly and didn't care.

Another corpse that fell to the ground was dragged away by the outer disciples of the Guiling Sect. On the other end of the river bank, more than a dozen old men in black robes walked slowly towards the river bank on the water surface. When they saw the old men in black robes appear, the noisy people immediately calmed down.

The appearance of the old man in black robe means that the ceremony of selecting disciples in the Guiling Sect once every three years has officially begun. Jiang Nan's eyes swept over the old man in black robe one by one. Under their rolling black robe, there were white bones of different degrees of differentiation hanging, and some even a skeleton was placed on their heads.

"You can walk out of more than a dozen earth-level powerhouses casually, and the sects are indeed different." Jiang Nan said to himself in his heart, but he restrained his spiritual consciousness. Anyone who looks at him thinks he is a real second-level practitioner of the Xuan Realm.

More than a dozen earth-level powerful people were separated from different directions and explained the rules for being selected for the Ghost Spirit Sect to many practitioners. Many of them were well aware of the rules for being selected. Even so, they still listened carefully to the old man in the black robe, fearing that the rules were different from the usual ones.

When Jiang Nan first came to Guiling Sect, he naturally listened more carefully. If he missed a certain part, he would be very regretful.

After the old man in black robe finished speaking, he flew to the other side of the river again. Then, on the endless river surface, small wooden bridges one meter wide appeared. As long as he walked across the small wooden bridge safely, he would pass the first test.

Through the explanation of the old man in black robe, Jiang Nan knew that the wooden bridge was far from as simple as it seemed on the surface. There were various formations on the bridge. If you were not careful, you might be lost in the formation.

With the order of the old man in black robe, countless practitioners rushed to the small bridge like arriving. Jiang Nan followed behind everyone slowly and moved towards the wooden bridge step by step.

When he was about to step onto the wooden bridge, he heard a "pop" sound, and a cultivator fell from the bridge into the river. The cultivator who fell into the river had a wooden expression and his eyes widened, as if he had seen a terrifying scene, so that his three souls and six spirits were lost half.

As the practitioner fell, two outer disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect immediately jumped into Hanoi and dragged them to the shore. Another "pop..." sounded, meaning another practitioner fell from the bridge.

Seeing one cultivator after another fall, Jiang Nan became nervous unconsciously. Although he was prepared, he knew that there would be various illusions on the bridge, but if he was immersed in the scene, he would most likely fall into the situation of "not knowing that he was a guest in his dream."

Jiang Nan took a deep breath and stepped onto the ancient bridge of rice. "Buzz..." A buzzing sounded suddenly in his ears, and the scene immediately changed drastically, and no one in front of him or behind him was seen.

"What a real illusion. If it weren't for the strong spiritual cultivation, it would be deceived." Jiang Nan's eyes swept around, and the vast white bone mountains turned into the familiar Liuyun Immortal Sect, with clear water and blue sky, and towering mountains: "If a few more disciples of the Immortal Sect appear, they would be even more fooling."

As soon as Jiang Nan finished speaking, he saw several disciples wearing Liuyun Immortal Sect robes coming from a distance, including the fat man He Wenxuan, his subordinates, Li Song, Huo Gang, Chen Yi, and the exquisite and beautiful Peng Miaoyu...

Jiang Nan smiled indifferently. Except for Peng Miaoyu, the others in the illusion still looked like they were more than ten years ago. I think that the formation on the ancient bridge relies on the spirit of the cultivator to create a realistic world.

In the Huangxuan Secret Realm, Jiang Nan had been in seclusion for ten years. He had never seen anyone else except Peng Miaoyu. For this reason, the influence on them was still more than ten years ago. When he left Liuyun Immortal Sect, he had a relationship with Peng Miaoyu, so the fantasy Peng Miaoyu was more realistic.

"Junior Brother Jiang, it's been a long time since I saw you, are you okay?" Peng Miaoyu and others walked up front, but a gentle and gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

Jiang Nan frowned slightly and turned around, but found that He Jingrui stood tall in front of her. Her every frown and smile was still very charming, especially the three inches of her once coveted chest that Jiang Nan had already heard.

"Senior Sister He, long time no see." Jiang Nan couldn't help but say hello, but as soon as he said that, his heart was shocked: "Not good, I almost got confused by the illusion."

Then, Jiang Nan slowly closed his eyes and abandoned He Jingrui's gentle voice outside his ears. The mind was immediately clear and clear. The voices of Peng Miaoyu, Huo Gang and others were filtered out completely.

"Huh... the illusion formation is indeed a bit powerful." Jiang Nan opened his eyes, smiled casually, stepped forward calmly, and walked to the other end of the river bank, and his mind was no longer affected by the illusion.

Walking out of the ancient bridge, Jiang Nan immediately found that he was in a dark place, and the "whim..." the cold wind sounded, like a ghost crying in his low voice. In the vast darkness, green lights as big as beans suddenly appeared.

The green lights were like the fierce gaze of a hungry wolf in the dark night, but Jiang Nan didn't care. He waved his hand and sacrificed the white bones covered with black dots.

‘Woooo…’ A low whistle sound was made on the bones, blending with the endless cold wind. When the green light as big as beans pounced on, the bones waved and swallowed the green light with a "swow" sound.

"A little trick." Jiang Nan said to himself, controlling the white bones in his hand, swallowing the green lights one by one. The old man in black robe said that the green lights are actually ghosts. The more ghosts they devour, the greater the possibility of worshiping the Ghost Spirit Sect.

In this way, Jiang Nan would not be polite at all. With his experience in sacrifice and refining the forbidden banner, he used white bones to devour the ghost, and his speed was extremely fast. Not long after, the green light in the dark space was swallowed completely.

"So few." Jiang Nan frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with the number of ghosts. Of course, this is just a test. Although he was dissatisfied, it was not suitable for venting it.

Although the ghost had been swallowed up, there was still darkness around him, which meant that the rest of the people who participated in the test had not completed the task yet. Jiang Nan was not anxious. He stood quietly in the void, but He Jingrui's figure appeared in his mind.

"I don't have much contact with her. It can be said that I only had a few encounters. Why did she almost make me lose in the illusion when she appeared? Could it be that she was deeply engraved in my subconscious?" Jiang Nan shook her head and smiled, throwing this ridiculous idea behind her: "Old Mo, the Guiling Sect recruits a group of inner disciples every three years. What is the purpose of this? It is just to make the sect's strength unable to be achieved."

"Shh... Jingjing, you have been targeted by others. It's better not to talk to me less so that you won't be discovered." Old Mo became cautious and alert at some point.

Seeing that Old Mo was cautious, Jiang Nan couldn't help but wonder if this old guy was just like him bragging about. He had the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm back then. Given the contribution of Old Mo to build his immortal veins, he would let him brag about it casually.

In the vast clouds above the Ghost Spirit Sect, two old men glanced down. They focused their eyes on Jiang Nan through layers of formations: "This person is good. He can swallow the ghosts in such a short time, which shows that he has a good grasp of the ghost energy."

"The bones in his hand should have been made by the sect's sect, but after his re-sacrifice, it seems even more wonderful."

"Haha, such a good talent will definitely become the pillar of the sect in the future."

While speaking, the two of them turned their eyes elsewhere. There were many people who ran for the election this time, and Jiang Nan must be more than the only one who performed outstandingly. Only when the two people in the clouds would make comments.

Jiang Nan thought in his heart that after waiting in the dark for half an hour, the darkness that he saw slowly dissipated, presenting a bone mountain filled with white bones. This bone mountain is particularly tall and dangerous, and standing at the foot of the mountain, you can't even see the top.

"The third level test is about to begin." Jiang Nan took a deep breath and stepped onto the steep white bone peak step by step. The dry bones of this mountain have a very high degree of differentiation. If you step on it with your feet, if you put a little force, you will immediately stomp the dry bones into pieces and your whole person will fall into a pile of bones.

However, the test of the third level cannot be achieved by any flying magic weapon. You can only climb to the top of the mountain step by step with your feet. If you enter the ground level and practice, you can directly control the air, and climb the Bone Mountain is not difficult. However, only by relying on magic weapons, you can fly in the air.

Jiang Nan gritted his teeth, and didn't care about so many things. He stepped on the bones one by one, and the weathered bones under his feet made a "crack" sound.

Jiang Nan even had an illusion that under the endless bones, would there be a mummy-like guy hidden in the bones? He suddenly poked his arm out of the bone pile, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him under the bone pile.

The more he thought of this situation, Jiang Nan became more careful. His spiritual sense spread from time to time, checking what was hidden in the bone pile under his feet, climbing halfway up the mountain, and not finding any movement of the mummy.

"I guess there will be no mummies." Jiang Nan breathed a deep breath of relief. Looking at the distance of half, his feet immediately faster. Climbing the White Bone Mountain seemed simple, but in fact it was quite consuming true energy. If it weren't for the fellow practitioners of the Five Elements, there were five cyclones condensed in his body, he would probably have been exhausted at this time.

Gradually, Jiang Nan understood that the Guiling Sect used this method to test the cultivators, one was to test the cultivators' patience, and the other was to let the cultivators slowly develop feelings for the bones under their feet.
Chapter completed!