C2 First Sect

There's a branch in the south called the Nine Underworlds. This branch stretched out to the northeast for more than thirty thousand miles, intertwining with the main vein. As they traveled, the warm southeast monsoon was blocked. The hot and hot southwest wind could not pass through. The north wind howled all year round in this area. Due to the unique topography, the north wind could only travel around in the middle of the land. Hence, the journey was completed. All year round, it was filled with chilly winds. A murderous aura filled the air.

It spread again. It was unknown how many years ago. . . Back then, the Great Qin Empire had been defeated, and millions of soldiers had protected Great Qin's Emperor. There were also millions of noble families and families. They had accidentally run into this seemingly spacious canyon while taking refuge, but they had unexpectedly run into a dead end. It was clear that the millions of Great Qin Empire soldiers and millions of soldiers had engaged in a grand battle. After this battle, Corpses littered the ground, and countless ghosts were killed.

Time had passed, and the Great Qin Empire had been destroyed for countless years. Now, in the vast region known as the Nine Nether Sect, it seemed even more eerie and terrifying. It was late at night, and dark clouds covered the sky as ghostly qi filled the air. When ordinary people heard this, they would feel extremely terrified.

However, just as these thousands of demons and ghosts were about to leave, on a mountain in the Nine Nether Sect that had been cut off, it was unusually lively.

One month, one day. Today was a big day for the Nine Nether Sect every ten years. The elders who usually went into secluded cultivation would come out of their seclusion today and order their disciples to fight for the new disciples. Moreover, these elders would gather together to exchange their cultivation experience and treasures.

If all the sects wanted to be passed down for a long period of time, they would need new disciples and experts who could hold their ground. However, not everyone in this world had the qualifications to cultivate. Some people had cultivated for their entire lives and were even at the Houtian realm. They could not even reach the Xiantian realm, because cultivation not only required hard work, but also hard work. One also had to have talent. Cultivation paid attention to talent. Finance, secret manuals, Wait. . .

This time, there were a total of 865 people. Including the Yun Ze that Zhang Heng brought back, there were only 866 people. The sect had its own rules. No matter who your backer is or who your master is, all new disciples had to start from the disciples of the Outer Sect.

Yun Ze's face turned pale. In fact, Any child who was only a teenager would have to howl in unison when they saw the ghostly green light. It was like a hellish place, and it would only make him look worse than him. For example, some of the other children were already so scared that they started crying. However, as the child who cried the loudest was cut off by a sword, his head was cut off. It was unknown whether the hundreds of children were trying to scare the monkeys away or were scared silly. They all quieted down.

At this moment, an elder appeared on a huge martial arts stage behind the 866 people. The old man cupped his hands towards the elders and protectors and said, "All new disciples surround this martial arts stage. Observe the martial arts competition between the senior brothers. " A short senior brother flew up from the south and a tall senior brother flew up from the north. The tall senior brother said, "Junior brother Wang, quickly admit defeat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel and merciless. I'll let you die at this moment. "

Junior brother Wang laughed and said, "Senior brother Song's words are wrong. This little brother has followed master for nearly ten years to learn the Netherworld Sword Technique. How could I be afraid of you?" The two of them were fighting.

The Netherworld Sword Technique was the basic sword technique of the Nine Nether Sect. Basically, every disciple who entered the sect would know it. However, some of them would switch to other techniques after learning it. Junior Brother Wang's talent was far from Senior Brother Song's. One of them was in the top three of the competition ten years ago, while the other was at the bottom. The difference in talent was too great.

Senior Brother Song's Nine Nether Sword Technique had already been integrated in a year and a half, and he had also changed to a powerful palm technique. It was called the Five Poison Palm, and it was a palm technique that was formed by refining the Five Poison.

Junior Brother Wang's talent could only spend ten years on the Nine Nether Sword Technique, and only after a year had passed did he finally merge the two techniques. The gap between them was huge. Senior disciple Song was able to kill him in less than ten moves. He cupped his hands and left.

The fight was getting more and more dangerous. Yun Ze and the few hundred children were frightened by what they saw. If it wasn't for the fact that they had learned from their mistakes, most of them would have cried.

. . .

Time slowly passed. After the first battle, Senior Brother Song had fought two more battles, and he was now facing everyone with the attitude of a victor. The battle had come to an end. The new disciples of the eight hundred and sixty-six were also separated and sent to the Outer Sect. Yun Ze was no exception.

The old disciples of the Outer Sect brought them to the Outer Sect's Administration Department to collect the clothes that the disciples of the Outer Sect needed, as well as all the things that they needed for their cultivation.

After they received their belongings, they brought them to their accommodation. All the disciples were in the same room. After they settled down, they told them that they could rest now.

At that moment, Yun Ze looked around the room. There was a hassock in the room that could be used for cultivation. There was no bed in the room, and it had nothing to do with cultivation.

Yun Ze took out his newly distributed storage bag and opened it. There were two sets of clothes inside. One was a sword, one bottle of medicine, ten Spirit Stones, and a book. Medicine was an additional benefit for new disciples, True Qi Pills. There were a total of ten pills. True Qi Pills, as the name implied, were pills that increased true essence.

Because the new disciples had just started cultivating, 10 True Qi Pills were used to increase their cultivation. The sword was the standard weapon of the Nine Nether Sect disciples, and the Spirit Stone was used for their cultivation. When Yun Ze picked up the book and read it, he found that the rules of the Nine Nether Sect stated that a new disciple must respect their master. No. . . There were dozens of them in total.

Just as Yun Ze was reading the rules and regulations, a few shouts came from outside the room. The new disciples hurried out.

Yun Ze stood up and walked out.

"Now all of you new disciples come with me. I will take you to choose your cultivation and martial skills. Because you are new disciples, I don't know what cultivation and martial skills are suitable for you. So, I will give you a few books to choose from. Then, you can choose what you think is suitable for you and copy them down to cultivate. "

Yun Ze chose a book called Pure Yuan Art, and the martial skill was called the Nine Nether Sect's basic sword technique, Nine Nether Sword Technique. According to the introduction of Pure Yuan Art, This skill was divided into ten levels, and each level corresponded to each stage of cultivation. Because he was a disciple of the Outer Sect, he only had the first three levels. Once he reached the Foundation Stage, he would have to obtain the later stages of the cultivation technique. Of course, by that time, he would be able to enter the inner circle. Similarly, when one reached the fifth level of the inner sect, they would have to choose to become a core disciple. However. . . It was too difficult. One should know that there were less than forty core disciples in the entire Nine Nether Sect. Let's not talk about that for now.

Yun Ze started cultivating according to the description of the Pure Yuan skill. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Yun Ze's skill was only at the Initiation Level of the first level. He didn't move for half a month, and his body was a little stiff. He stopped cultivating the Pure Yuan skill, picked up the long sword from the sect, and planned to find a place to cultivate the Nine Nether Sword Technique.

After he left the sect, he met some senior disciples.