Everyone was shocked because there was nothing.
Yan Li stood in front of the mirror. Nothing happened.
Zhao Qiping almost laughed. He was secretly proud of his guess. Yan Li was too shy to say his real name.
The instructor frowned. He couldn't believe that such a poor student could stand out from hundreds of cultivators.
Seeing that Yan Li was still standing, he said impatiently, "Next!"
Yan Li sighed and murmured, "I just flirted with your queen. If I don't show my value, I'm afraid I'll end badly."
His voice was so soft that only the instructor heard it. Anger flashed across his face. "Come down. Haven't you embarrassed yourselves enough?"
Yan Li's eyes were mesmerizing. He smiled. "Don't worry. I'll make you never forget it."
Immediately, the sound of laughter rose and fell.
Yu Muren sneered. "Brat, there's a limit to your arrogance. Do you think Yongling is …"
Before he could finish his words, his laughter stopped abruptly.
Because Yan Li suddenly exuded an inexplicable aura. In the reflection mirror, Yan Li's reflection began to blur.
Zhao Qiping was startled. The evolution of aura was a sign of a seventh-grade or human.
The instructor said coldly, "Dharma Adept, seventh-grade or human."
"That's nothing." One person came back to his senses and sneered.
Before he finished speaking, a large patch of gloomy clouds and fog appeared above Yan Li's head. There was a hint of white in the gray, and they reflected each other. It was as if there were piles of white bones all over the mountains. With one glance, one could feel endless resentment rising to the sky.
That person was startled. "Strange phenomenon, sixth-grade Earth Chief."
Zhao Qiping's face turned green and white. So, Yan Li's real name was the same grade as his.
Yu Muren squinted and sneered. He shouted, "So what if it's sixth-grade? It's still …"
Suddenly, he stopped talking again.
The gloomy clouds and fog spread so fast that no one could react. Soon, it covered the entire martial arts field, covering a radius of several miles.
"This …" Everyone present had never seen such a huge phenomenon, and they were momentarily stunned. They were even more frightened by the dense aura of death and resentment that was so dense that it was almost tangible.
Yu Muren forced a smile and said, "It's just a little bigger …"
At this time, a series of strange crisp sounds came from the stage. The piles of bones reflected by the gloomy clouds and miserable fog actually condensed together, forming countless skeletal monsters that were roaring in all directions.
At this moment, the timid people were so scared that they sat paralyzed on the ground, and some people even started to run away from the Martial Arts Practice Stage.
Only the cultivators in the inner circle managed to keep their courage.
The instructor frowned. "Dharma Idol, a fifth grade Minor Celestial being."
Yu Muren took a deep breath and said coldly, "Grade Five, I still win!"
Zhao Qiping had yet to recover from his shock. His eyes were filled with fear as he sized up the strange monsters that filled the sky. He asked in a trembling voice, "What, what are these?"
No one could answer his question because no one knew what his real name was.
This phenomenon did not change for a long time.
The instructor repeated, "Dharma Idol, a fifth grade Minor Celestial being."
But Yan Li still did not move. This time, no one laughed at him. Instead, they stared at him nervously.
Yu Muren's eyes did not even blink.
At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Abundant aura, the appearance of the phenomenon, and the manifestation of the real name. This is obviously a fourth grade Minor Celestial being."
Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation.
Yu Muren's heart immediately jumped to his throat.
The instructor said expressionlessly, "The unknown real name does not count as a grade."
Yu Muren felt a little relieved and said, "Instructor Chang is right. This is the long-standing rule of the Academy."
Gua!
At this time, another change occurred. The boundless dark clouds and miserable fog suddenly converged toward the sky. The grayish-white fog suddenly turned into a black-gray liquid, and amidst the crackling sounds, it condensed into a jet-black human-shaped ghost. It had a black face and fangs, three heads and six arms, and only a pair of scarlet eyes, like two eye-catching lanterns in the dark night.
Not only that, from the ghost, there were wisps of aura. With a "gua" sound, a monster with a crow's head, a human's body, and black feathers appeared out of thin air, holding a black fork in its hand.
The "gua gua" sound suddenly rang out. Soon, a large area of the sky was occupied by nearly a hundred thousand crow-headed monsters, hovering around the three-headed and six-armed monster.
The monster's scarlet eyes stared down.
Hundreds of cultivators were terrified and scrambled to escape from the martial arts arena.
Zhao Qiping did not escape. His whole body was trembling, but he did not escape.
Yu Muren did not escape either. He stared and gritted his teeth.
The instructor did not escape either, but his face had lost its initial calmness.
However, this was just the beginning.
Suddenly, a coquettish and seductive laughter came into the ears of the three people, as if it was the culmination of the world's charm. Just the voice alone made their lower abdomen hot, and they could not help but look in the direction of the voice.
But they saw another part of the sky was also converging and evolving. In the wisps of white fog, it formed a stunningly beautiful face, and the voice came from her mouth.
Yu Muren was stunned.
The woman winked at the three people, and the white fog suddenly dispersed, revealing a naked upper body.
Zhao Qiping swallowed his saliva with difficulty. But when he looked down, he could not help but shiver.
It turned out that the woman's lower body was a snow-white snake tail, stirring the white fog and spreading it to the side.
Suddenly, thousands of giggles came from the fog. Slender figures flashed, and thousands of enchanting women with coquettish faces leaped out. Without exception, all of them were completely naked. They danced around the woman with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake, and they laughed coquettishly.
Without waiting for the three of them to react, there was another strange movement in the northwest direction. They saw a strong gust of wind, and dense grey feathers appeared out of thin air. Suddenly, there was a cry of an eagle, and countless grey feathers made a 'hua la' sound, forming the silhouette of a huge monster.
The whole of Yongling was completely dark.
Zhao Qiping's lips moved, and he could not bear it anymore. He ran out in panic.
Yu Muren only lasted for a few breaths, and he also ran out.
The instructor's face was extremely ugly. He looked around, and the scene reflected in his eyes was that the huge monster had covered the whole of Yongling with just its wings. Even the word "terrifying" was not enough to describe it.
Suddenly, there was another cry of an eagle, and the wings seemed to move. Countless balls of heavenly fire fell from the sky.
The instructor's pupils suddenly shrank. He knew that it was an illusion, but he could not control his body and ran out.
At this time, there was only Yan Li left on the entire martial arts arena.
No one noticed that the giant eagle, the evil ghost, and the snake woman were all staring at Yan Li with a look of extreme hatred, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.
Their true names had always been close to their hosts, and they would never hurt each other.
Yan Li did not seem to notice. In fact, this was the first time he had seen their true faces.
In the past, he could only vaguely see their illusions when the "illness" was "acting up".
Yes, they were the curse itself, three of the eight wills.
While the curse accompanied Yan Li, it also gave him unparalleled talent. Otherwise, he would not have been able to push his cultivation to the sixth level without any cultivation method.
However, this was not his true name.
His true name had been suppressed by the eight wills since he was born.
Cold sweat slid down Yan Li's forehead.
He was starting to lose control. He took one last deep look and was about to withdraw his gaze. But at this moment, the eagle's cry, the tender laughter, and the crow's cry all burst out. They had lost control.
The crows danced, and the eagles roared. The power of the dead resentment was like boiling oil, covering all of Yongling, like a tsunami falling from the sky. Even though it was only an illusion, Yongling City was still in chaos.
Yan Li's expression was indifferent as he looked on coldly. Even though he was a medium, he was only showing himself and could not hurt him.
After a while, a cold smile appeared on his face. "Fine. You three are making a scene outside. Let's see if you can suppress my true name!"
He thought. The Mirror of Reflection did not change. A purple sword shadow suddenly appeared in the endless tide of dead resentment.
As soon as the sword appeared, the entire Yongling City was filled with countless sword chimes. They intersected and formed a unique movement. The strands were extremely pleasing to the ear.
After the sword chime, countless swords automatically floated in the air. Whether they were precious weapons or ordinary weapons, they all revealed some kind of Qi dynamic and fought against the tide of dead resentment.
At the same time, on a stargazing platform not far away from the martial arts arena.
The man in green said in surprise, "Your Majesty, what is that true name? It can actually fight against this phenomenon?"
Clang!
A few elite warriors could not control the swords in their hands and flew into the sky.
Chief Yang An retracted his gaze and said with difficulty, "To attract the worship of heavenly weapons from a hundred miles away. Such power, could it be the legendary heavenly weapon, the first-class sword master …"
The man in green almost fell to the ground. Everyone on the stage was dumbfounded. Even Xiao Chun knew what a first-class true name meant. It was the symbol of becoming a peerless powerhouse.
In the four hundred years of history of the Xia Dynasty, there were only a few second-class true names. As for first-class, they had never heard of it.
Prajna Buddha's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise. Her eyes could not see, but her senses were very sharp. She could feel that the two phenomena seemed to be related to Yan Li.
The man in green shouted, "Even if it is not first-class, looking at the power, it is at least a second-class prime minister. Your Majesty, this person is near the martial arts arena. We must find out his identity and take him into the academy to serve the empire!"
"What are you panicking for?"
Ji Zhiyuan did not comment.
Yang An said in a low voice, "I have sent a Guard Lieutenant Sihu over."
Ji Zhiyuan did not speak. She looked at the indistinct purple sword shadow in the tide of death and resentment. Her beautiful eyes were filled with doubt.
Finally, her heart, which had begun to palpitate the moment the sword sounded, was like breaking out of a cocoon. Something surged out.
She raised her eyebrows and the Qi dynamic around her changed. An indescribable charming fragrance spread out from her body. Everyone was shocked.
The Qi Ji rolled up the air, forming continuous surging waves that spread in all directions. Countless cyclones suddenly appeared in these Qi dynamics and turned into peach blossom petals. They then formed groups of three to five and danced around the sword with inexplicable joy, helping it to fight against the phenomenon.
The sword was strengthened by the peach blossom and its power increased greatly. It destroyed the phenomenon like a hot knife through butter.
"Ah, look at the peach tree. It is blooming!" The man in green suddenly exclaimed.
Xiao Chun's eyes widened. He saw that a peach tree not far away suddenly grew new leaves and pink flowers bloomed.
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