Liu Ming, who was sitting cross-legged in the stone room, suddenly heard the black-clothed man's voice.
"Everyone, come out. The Opening Spirit Ceremony will be held today. I will bring you to the Spirit Gathering Platform."
His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed throughout the stone room, allowing Liu Ming to hear it clearly.
Liu Ming took a deep breath and immediately got off the stone bed. He pushed open the door and walked out.
Countless young men and women swarmed towards the small path that they came from. Through the gaps between the trees, one could faintly see two grey platforms quietly lying on the grass.
The black-clothed man, "Senior Zhang", and the white-cloaked "Senior Xun", both of them stood on a grey cloud that floated above the two platforms.
Fang Xiong and a dozen or so Outer Sect Disciples were respectfully standing nearby with their hands behind their back. They didn't have the slightest bit of the fierce appearance that they had in front of Liu Ming and the others.
When the group of young men and women saw this, they couldn't help but become a bit more serious. They all slowed down their footsteps and orderly entered the platforms.
When the last person entered, the black-clothed man's gaze swept across the area. Seeing that the number of people wasn't lacking, he nodded his head and flipped his hand, revealing a round plate. With one hand, he formed a hand seal and chanted a spell.
The round plate immediately let out a faint spiritual light!
In the next moment, with a "pu" sound, the densely packed spiritual inscriptions on the surface of the platform lit up. At the same time, a layer of white light appeared and covered the entire platform.
The ghost statues around the platform trembled and opened their mouths to spit out a thick black gas.
The black gas rolled around and in an instant, it turned into a black cloud that covered the platform and the light screen.
With a "weng weng" sound, the two platforms slowly rose into the air and slowly flew towards the giant mountain not far away.
Liu Ming stood near one of the statues and indifferently looked at the flickering spiritual light on its surface as if he was thinking about something.
Not far away from him, surprisingly, was Mu Ming Zhu and Gao Chong who were talking in low voices.
After not seeing each other for only ten days, this pair of young men and women had become even more intimate and natural.
At the center of the platform, Lei Zhen proudly stood there. Nearby, intentionally or unintentionally, there were thirty or so disciples from influential families clustered around him.
In other places, there were also groups of seven or eight or ten people gathered around one person.
In these few days, these young men and women had spontaneously formed many small groups.
It seemed that many of them knew that their chances of passing the Opening Spirit Ceremony were not high and placed their hopes on other people who had the potential to become Spirit Apostles. This way, if they became Barbarian Ghost Sect Outer Sect Disciples, they would be able to rely on.
The actions of these scions of aristocratic families were probably instructed in advance by the elders of their clans before they came. They had probably even drawn up a few targets for them to attach themselves to.
Otherwise, they would not have gathered together so quickly.
Gao Chong and Mu Ming Zhu were also surrounded by five or six other young boys and girls. Compared to ten days ago, the tall young man's face was clearly more confident.
Of course, there were also many people who were interested in the future of this rogue disciple.
Sect Liu Liu Ming Sect would not talk with them and, Liu Ming was a. Saint. by his own. Ling, Liu Saint, and said, Sect.., "Ming,"
Liu Ming did not take the initiative to talk to others and only watched from the side.
The platform was covered by black clouds, so Liu Ming and the others could not see what was happening outside. After the time it took to eat a meal, the ground trembled and the voice of the man in black rang out:
"We have arrived at the Spirit Gathering Platform. You can go down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black clouds outside dispersed and the light screen disappeared.
Liu Ming raised his head and looked outside the platform. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
He saw that they were in the middle of a large, circular plaza. At the edge of the plaza, there were rings of high platforms. The platforms were already filled with people. There were at least four to five thousand people and they could faintly be heard.
Only a small portion of these people were Spirit Apostles. The others were Barbarian Ghost Sect Outer Sect Disciples that followed the Spirit Apostles. They seemed to be followers.
There was a section of the ring shaped platform that was much higher than the other sections. On it, there were seven to eight faint human figures that were covered in different colored halos.
They stood shoulder to shoulder and talked in low voices.
At the center of the plaza, there were hundreds of Barbarian Ghost Sect Outer Sect Disciples wearing green robes. Each of them held a bowl in one hand and a brush in the other. They were drawing thick, twisting, and twisting silver lines on the ground.
Above them, there were seven to eight Spirit Apostles riding clouds. They were flying back and forth, correcting and inspecting something.
These Spirit Inscriptions intersected with each other. From above, they vaguely formed a large silver pattern.
Within this pattern, there were countless thick silver lines that intersected and overlapped. They faintly formed many strange silver words. If one looked at it for a while, they would feel dizzy.
Liu Ming only stared at some of the strange words on the pattern. He did not dare to look any longer and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.
Under the urging of the group of young men and women, they all walked down the platform and stood at the edge of the silver pattern.
At this time, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky. Impressively, there was a third black cloud that descended from the sky.
When the black cloud dispersed, another group of young men and women wearing outer sect disciple robes walked out from the third platform in an orderly manner.
These young men and women were different from Liu Ming and the other Clan Disciples. Their expressions were calm and their bodies faintly carried an indescribable cold aura. As soon as they walked down the platform, they immediately lined up in a row.
The group of Clan Disciples on Liu Ming's side immediately became restless.
At this time, everyone knew that the group of people in front of them were the Barbarian Ghost Sect's Spiritual Pulse Disciples.
If it was said that only one out of a hundred Clan Disciples could become a Spirit Apostle, then almost one out of ten Spiritual Pulse Disciples that were carefully trained by the Sect would successfully open their Spiritual Sea.
Their success rate was almost ten times that of the Clan Disciples.
It was no wonder that every time the Sect held the Opening Spirit Ceremony, they only treated the Practitioner Qi Clans as spendthrifts and did not pay much attention to the disciples they recommended.
Looking at the young men and women in front of him, Liu Ming's pupils involuntarily shrank.
Just the calmness of these Barbarian Ghost Sect Disciples was not something that a normal Clan Disciple could compare to. From the familiar aura that came from their bodies, they should have undergone some special training and seen many bloody scenes.
At this time, the silver pattern in the center of the plaza was finally completed. The Outer Sect Disciples immediately left the plaza.
However, a few Spirit Apostles of the Barbarian Ghost Sect remained in their original position. They took out a few fist-sized clear crystals and installed them into the indentations that were already prepared at the crucial parts of the pattern. There were almost a hundred of them.
After these Spirit Apostles finished installing the crystals, they once again inspected the Spirit Apostles from above.
At this moment, on the highest part of the high platform, a figure emitting a faint red light suddenly chuckled and said, "You're right.
"Fellow Juniors, I heard that this group of Spiritual Pulse Disciples has been trained well. Among them, there are a few good seedlings. It seems that Junior Chu and Junior Lin have argued for a long time over one of them. Is this true? "
"Senior Sect Leader, you have to help Junior Lin! I was the one who first discovered that disciple. Senior Chu did not follow the rules and forcefully interfered, luring and threatening the disciple to join his faction. "A slender figure in the white light, upon hearing this, immediately spoke with some anger.
The figure in the red light who spoke first was the current Sect Leader of the Barbarian Ghost Sect.
"Junior Lin, what you said is wrong. There are only a few good seedlings in this group of disciples. Even if each faction gets one, it won't be enough. Since your Dancing Ghost Faction has already chosen a good seedling, why don't you give Calan to our Baleful Yin Faction. " A tall and broad humanoid figure enshrouded in green light chuckled in response, seemingly not enraged at all.
"Hmph, out of the eight factions of the Barbarian Ghost Sect, only our faction has the most suitable Cultivation Method for females. If you take Calan, wouldn't that be a waste of talent and beauty? It won't be good for the development of our sect." Junior Lin heard this and retorted bluntly, putting a big hat on the other party.
"Junior Lin doesn't need to worry about this. I will let Junior Bing personally accept her as a disciple and give her pointers. Hehe, Junior Bing's Cultivation Method is also suitable for females. It definitely won't hinder this child's cultivation. "Junior Chu laughed as he spoke.
"You …"
"Forget it, there's no need to argue. This matter will have to wait until this disciple truly opens her Spirit Sea. Even if she has a shocking Spirit Body, if her Spirit Sea is not opened, it will still be useless. "The Barbarian Ghost Sect Leader waved his hand and interrupted.
Junior Martial Brother Chu and Junior Martial Sister Lin didn't want to continue arguing after hearing Sect Head Senior Martial Brother's words. They could only agree and no longer say anything.
"That's right, Junior Gui, has your Nine Infant Faction chosen a disciple? If you are late, you will return empty-handed. "The Barbarian Ghost Sect Leader turned his head and asked a person wrapped in grey light at the edge of the high platform.
"Many thanks for the Sect Leader's reminder. This time, there are a few disciples with Spirit Bodies among the Spirit Pulse Disciples. Our faction will definitely not be able to compete with them. This time, we will just randomly pick a few from the Noble Clan Disciples. "The person wrapped in grey light heard this and slightly bowed as he replied.
Listening to the voice, it was the Confucian Scholar that had appeared in the Green Plains Forest.
"Noble Clan Disciples? Could it be that there are some good seedlings among the disciples of the Noble Clans? I don't know which ones Senior Gui has his eyes on. Let us take a look as well. "That" Junior Chu "let out a sound of surprise and asked with some interest.
"Senior, I have no choice but to choose from the disciples of the aristocratic families. How could there be any good seedlings?" Senior Gui replied indifferently.
"Hehe, Senior Gui has always had the title of" Ghost Calculation ". We don't really believe this. Which Noble Clan Disciples did Senior Gui take a fancy to? Could it be that after you tell us, you are afraid that we will really fight for them? "Junior Lin laughed lightly as he spoke.
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