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The sky is floating in Li sky, the sea of clouds hangs over the mountain, Du E Zong.

Dense clouds flow between the jade steps and Qiongtai, and exotic flowers and plants are dotted on the sides of the cornices and horns.The mountains and mountains in the distance are all shrouded in a hazy fairy light.

From time to time, monks who control magic weapons or spiritual beasts turn into streams of light and shuttle through the depths of the clouds, creating a grand scene of immortals, untainted by the slightest trace of worldliness.

Anyone who enters this realm for the first time will be robbed by the gods and think that they have entered the paradise of bliss.

Chu Mo didn't think so.

The top of an immortal peak was cut off, leaving a large flat area.

Chu Mo stood in the open space with a group of strangers dressed in different clothes, with mixed emotions, waiting for the initiation ceremony.He looked straight ahead and thought silently:

‘Is this really a serious sect?’

"Come forward and register your name on this disciple list. You will be a member of the Duermen. From now on, you can walk on the path of immortality and seek immortality."

The speaker stands with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves are decorated with cloud patterns, and his words have a fairy-like air.He looked at the figures in different clothes below, with a smile on his face that looked very gentle.

There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one dared to take the lead.Chu Mo shrank back, he didn't intend to make the first move.

At this time, a man in a Chinese robe mustered up his courage, pointed tremblingly at the ‘disciple list’, and said: “Master Immortal, I——”

"Yes, people who cultivate immortality should have such courage. Since my junior brother has recommended himself, it is up to you to start the registration."

The man in green showed a look of approval. He looked at the man in the gorgeous robe who spoke and said with a smile, "My name is Jiang Yunya. You can just call me Senior Brother Jiang."

"No, I'm not-" The man in the Chinese robe was interrupted, his face turned red.

Chu Mo followed the direction of the opponent's finger and looked at the so-called 'disciple list'.

Black mist shrouded the place, and a long black flag with a faint light stood in the air, filled with evil spirits.The surface of the flag looks like cloth but not cloth, and looks like silk but not silk. It is engraved with dense and dense evil lines in blood. It breathes black and ominous mist, and there are many shadows of people shaking, which is incompatible with the surrounding fairyland.

Chu Mo swallowed his saliva, and in a trance he saw terrifying ghost faces, peeping at the crowd outside with malicious eyes through the banners.It makes one's scalp feel numb.

In broad daylight, my body felt chilly.

"Why does the 'List of Disciples' look so much like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the novel of the previous life?!" He cursed in his heart, "I must not have entered some magic door, right?"

Thinking of this, Chu Mo Qingjun's face turned a little pale.

He was not from this life, but one day in his previous life, when he was playing games at home, a heavy truck drove in.

Chu Mo couldn't figure out how the heavy truck rushed to the second floor. Anyway, when he opened his eyes again, he traveled to a world similar to ancient times.

When he finally adapted to the ancient life and enjoyed the good food and drink, he was suddenly sent to this immortal sect called Du'e Sect with a large group of people.

I thought that I would ride the sword and ride the wind from then on, but now it seems that the situation does not seem to be right...

"Junior brother, please don't misunderstand." Jiang Yunya smiled even deeper, and his gentle voice broke Chu Mo's thoughts.

"This sect's catalog is the projection of a top-notch true-shaped magic weapon called [Xuanming Cave Scenery Banner]. The original body cannot be held by the Shinto Lord."

Jiang Yunya looked at the crowd below and stretched out his hand to carefully touch the banner:

"Junior brothers, the road to cultivating immortality is full of difficulties and obstacles. You have to compete with people and heaven. Sometimes you have to fight against the strong and win, and unexpected things happen. Once you die, a hundred years of hard work will be wasted. Isn't it a pity?"

"For this reason, the sect takes pity on its disciples and spends a lot of effort to refine this magic weapon. Leave your name on this flag. Even if each junior disciple unfortunately encounters an accident and his body dies, a little bit of his true spirit will remain intact.

Protect your body with treasure flags, transform your soul and cultivate your soul, get rid of the pain of reincarnation, and continue the path to immortality!Fight for me and continue to conquer the heavens!"

"This is a great grace given by the sect to its disciples. It frees them from worries and allows them to focus on the Tao."

‘Fuck, it’s really the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!’ Chu Mo’s heart suddenly went cold.

It sounds nice, but isn’t it essentially the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in the novel about the previous life?Whose good sect uses this kind of thing as a disciple directory!

Even in Yamashita's novel, this thing is standard equipment for demons.

Chu Mo was very panicked, not to mention whether he could get away from Jiang Yunya who looked like a smiling tiger in front of him. The sea of ​​clouds hanging over the mountain was flying at an unknown height in the sky, and there was no place to run even if he wanted to.

"Junior brother, hurry up and register. Don't let down the sect's good intentions."

The dim light made Jiang Yunya look a little weird. He pointed at the man in the Chinese robe, "Otherwise it would be bad to delay the subsequent process."

The people around him retreated in fear, leaving the man in the Chinese robe alone in front.He was about to cry when he saw this situation, regretting that he had just stood up.

But sensing the faint threat from Jiang Yunya, he could only grit his teeth and bravely step forward.

"Woo~woo~"

Chu Mo stared closely at the man in the Chinese robe, and his originally faint crying became louder and louder.

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