"You know what the heck, I used to be the left official of Tai Chi in Zhou Jue Yin Tiangong. Even if he is resigning now, he is still not comparable to others."

"What rewards do you think there will be in this conference of generals?"

"I'm not sure. I heard this time it's the right to use a small piece of blessed land."

"What type of blessed place?"

"I don't know. Maybe I won't find out until I go there."

The two walked to the area between Thirteen Heng Alley and Fourteenth Heng Alley.

It was a thick wall. The two of them walked directly through the wall without looking at it. The people nearby looked normal, as if they had not seen the scene in front of them.

"interesting."

Song Lin thought secretly in his heart.

This should be the legendary hidden street.

The so-called hidden streets are the product of ancient times when humans and ghosts lived together.

There are special areas in the city that are inaccessible to mortals. They are inhabited by ghosts and monks and can only be entered through special methods.

Thinking of this, Song Lin followed closely and passed through.

Wow!

My vision went dark, and my body felt like I was stepping on cotton.

After standing firm, Song Lin was shocked and speechless by the scene in front of him.

Day turned into night in an instant, and the surroundings were empty and without any buildings.

Song Lin subconsciously raised his head and saw eight huge ghost kings in the sky.

Each of the eight ghost kings has different forms.

Some have green faces and fangs, some have bat wings, and some have eight heads and three heads and six arms.

The eight ghost kings are ten thousand feet tall, and together they support a huge city.

The whole city is like jade, glowing slightly.

The tall city gate tower has four characters written on it: Xuantian Jade City.

This is the inner gate of Shengwei Taoist Temple.

The eight ghost kings should be the guardian Taoist soldiers of the Holy Mighty Heavenly Master before he became a Taoist.

Song Lin felt a little overwhelmed by such a ghost king.

How powerful must a true holy mighty heavenly master be?

As soon as it entered, a strong suction force picked it up.

Song Lin's body flew up involuntarily, and then came to a huge piece of land in the southeast of the city.

The land is hundreds of miles wide, with black iron-like trees growing on it. The branches are like sharp swords, and the sword energy forms colorful clouds.

There is a huge palace in the middle of the Sword Tree Forest.

There was a flash of light in front of his eyes, and Song Lin suddenly appeared inside the palace.

The palace is extremely vast, and a group of people are already standing inside.

These people wear clothes of different colors and have different appearances. Some have deep yin energy, some look extremely decent, and some are as low-key as Song Lin.

Song Lin also saw a person, that was Zhao Wuji, whom he had trouble dealing with.

Zhao Wuji stood next to a middle-aged Taoist priest.

This middle-aged Taoist priest has a sinister temperament, with black runes carved on his face. The runes are slowly squirming like earthworms, making him look very weird.

When Zhao Wuji saw Song Lin, he did not say hello, but continued to talk to the middle-aged Taoist priest with a respectful expression.

Song Lin glanced at him without any intention of trying to get close to him, but just found a seat and sat down.

The entire hall is divided into four areas.

The location where Song Lin is located is relatively dark and is called a ghost area.

There are a total of four categories of Tao soldiers in the world: ghosts, demons and humans.

Song Lin's rampant soldiers are undoubtedly ghosts.

The surroundings were filled with people from all over, most of whom were masters of military training.

Just as Song Lin was listening to other people's messages and thinking about the conference, a shadow suddenly blocked his face.

Song Lin looked up and saw that it was Zhao Wuji and Lu Mingyang.

"Who is this Taoist Priest?"

Song Lin stood up.

"Why don't you hurry up and pay homage to Taoist Master Lu Mingyang? Taoist Master is a heavenly soldier. If you miss something, it will last you a lifetime." Zhao Wuji scolded.

Heavenly soldiers have always been superior to ghost soldiers. Ghost soldiers are also souls, but heavenly soldiers are the souls of monks, or elves born naturally from heaven and earth.

"I have met two Taoist priests." Song Lin was neither humble nor arrogant.

He doesn't need to curry favor with anyone, especially someone with such a bad attitude, who is obviously looking for trouble.

"This is the genius of the Meishan Jungle you mentioned. He is really proud of his talent, but he will soon test his abilities."

"Taoist priest, don't take it too seriously. I'm just being rude. Young people are born with calves and are not afraid of tigers. It's normal."

Zhao Wuji spoke for Song Lin for the first time.

Lu Mingyang snorted coldly. Without saying anything, he left.

Before Zhao Wuji left, he glanced at Song Lin lightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

So it turned out that Song Lin suddenly realized that this was the legendary killing.

I don’t know what words Zhao Wuji used to make Lu Mingyang preconceive.

After thinking about it, Song Lin had nothing to defend. From his preset position, no matter what he said, it was wrong.

Before I knew it, the place was full, with probably hundreds of people.

Among them, the seats in the front two rows have names written on them, and there are no names on the seats in the back. Song Lin sits at the back.

Suddenly, smoke filled the air, and two figures walked out of the smoke.

Both of them are old men, but they are not as sharp as these people inside, and they look ordinary anyway.

Especially the person on the left, with his black hair disheveled and his eyes as thin as a stone without a trace of emotion.

"Meet Taoist Master Xuanqi! Meet Taoist Master Zhixin!"

Everyone stood up and saluted.

Song Lin knew that the man on the left was originally called Zhixin.

Stop the mind, stop the mind, as expected, people live up to their name.

It's as if the heart is as still as water, and the ancient well has no ripples.

This is the mage who was arguing recently. In fact, Song Lin quite agrees with his point of view.

Of course, Song Lin doesn't think he is qualified to go up and talk to others now.

"Welcome everyone to this General Conference of Gods. Without further ado, the winner will be rewarded with a small cave sky with a lifespan of three years. The small cave sky is the time void sky of the Little Golden Altar, with a flow rate of one to twenty."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Song Lin's eyes were also a little moved.

Although it is not a panacea, if this small cave is captured, the Taoist temple's strength will grow much faster.

Hundreds of people were whispering to each other in the entire hall.

"quiet!"

Master Xuanqi's face darkened, and everyone suddenly became quiet.

"Let the Dharma Conference begin. The first part is about military discussion, and the second part is about refining and raising troops to fight. Everyone puts forward an argument, and I will grade it. Only those with grade C or above will pass."

Master Xuanqi said.

Then everyone spoke in turn, expressing their understanding of military training.

Generally speaking, you can pass the test if you are well-founded and have your own innovative points.

About half of people can pass.

There were many people in front and it was not Song Lin's turn.

The first link is actually a bit strict. It can be said that the second link is to verify the practice of the first link.

If the practice and theory are not consistent, you will be disqualified on the spot, so you don’t just have to talk about it. Not only do you have evidence, but you also have to win. This is the way for Taoism to verify Taoism.

Zhao Wuji relied on his profound knowledge to pass the test, which was ordinary and had no special characteristics.
Chapter completed!