The voice is tender, like a child, but it is strange and anyone can feel something is wrong.

A thousand monks gathered in front of the door, but did not see the mysterious inheritance I imagined, and they felt lost. At this time, they couldn't help but look at each other, unable to understand the meaning of it.

When the four words "one thousand and one" were heard in the sect, all monks over a thousand years of age could not help but take a breath.

Next to the side of the Taoist Master Weishu, an elder in white sighed: "Weishu, let other disciples in the sect look up at the sky, prepare for the funeral of those thousand disciples."

Weishu Daojun wondered: "Great Elder, what exactly is that Thousand and One?"

"Oh!" The elder looked at the confused young children and thought to himself, "It's a pity that these are the best among the younger generation of the sect."

"So what he said was true, catastrophes, catastrophes." A huge phantom projected to the side of the Taoist Lord Weishu, and it was a scattered immortal from the sect.

Immediately afterwards, there were powerful real gods or projections here one after another, and they looked at the sky silently.

"What a disaster? Seniors, are my disciples still inside?" Yun Guanyue was anxious.

As soon as she spoke, the elders of the Sixth Courtyard and other peak masters asked several powerful people to save their lives.

A thin-faced fairy wearing a green robe roared: "If I could save me, can I just watch it like this? My only direct grandchild is still inside. That disaster will really last for millions of years!"

This Sanxian is the ancestor of the Li family. He failed to ascend to the immortal world successfully, but instead survived the chaotic era and became an important person in the sect in the dark era.

Although some monks have ascended to the ground, they have not been able to pass on the immortal edict for a long time. They do not doubt Chen Xiang's success in ascending to immortality. What they are afraid of is that this world can no longer contact the immortal world.

Seeing that the gate of inheritance appeared in the secret realm of this trial, this was a mistake again. It was really a way of heaven that made people.

In the end, the Great Elder spoke, and he looked at the Taoist Lord Weishu and sighed: "You are a genius, but do you know that a thousand years ago my sect had a disciple who was more genius than you. Your qualifications and temperament dragged you down. That person is a genius!"

Weishu Taoist Lord guessed: "Is it the Helian Wancheng who fell into the evil demon a thousand years ago, killed his master and destroyed the Tao, and killed the righteous demons in two immortal cities to sacrifice to the sky?"

"It's that evil!" Another beautiful female elder gritted his teeth, "He became a god after he was only a hundred years old, but his mind was different from the head. He was arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't take everything seriously. Unfortunately, my senior brother didn't find out the signs earlier, and he was so scared by him... After that, he not only refused to repent, but instead betrayed the sect and slaughtered several immortal cities, committing heinous crimes. In the end, he had to ask the Guiyi Sword Sect's sect's formation to capture and kill him."

"But, I never expected that the evil devil was saying that he had put a small game in the sect for his juniors to play, called 'One Thousand and One'. We thought he would return in a thousand years and a year, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

The elders talked about the deeds of Helian Wancheng, but the Taoist Lord Weishu still didn't know what "one thousand and one" was and how to crack it.

"Cracking? This is just a game. Only those in the game can crack it. We have no choice." The elder sighed, "Speaking of it, a thousand years after Helian Wancheng left, it was the time when the leader came to the sect. One good and one evil, one reincarnation and fate, the catastrophe that cannot be escaped."

"But I don't believe in fate." After hearing this, Daojun Weishu turned around and said lightly. He looked at the blood-colored picture in the sky, "If this is a game, there will always be disciples who can come out."

The Sanxian of the Li family shook his head: "You, you are too young, how could this be an ordinary game? Helian Wancheng is a demon that ordinary people cannot understand!"

At this time, the thousand disciples in the picture projected were placed in a place that looked like a school.

There is a desk in front of everyone, with pen, ink, paper and ink on it.

On the left side of Sang Jue are Li Jinzhiye and a group of people, and on the right are disciples of Senior Brother Square Face, who are holding paper and pen to reveal a sense of confusion.

She was no exception and thought to herself, would she have to take the exam before entering the land of inheritance?

At this time, a red porcelain doll-like thing appeared in front of the school, with a big smile on her face and a round and bulge on her head.

It opened its mouth: "I like to listen to stories. You write interesting stories on paper. I will let you go."

A bold monk asked, "Why don't you let us go?"

The red porcelain doll turned around, smiling, and looked at the monk with a strange laugh, nothing happened.

There are a total of one thousand people, and one story is easy to write. It will definitely be beneficial for anyone who writes it quickly. Everyone relaxed and started writing quickly.

Sang Jue was no exception. She was writing when she suddenly heard a scream, and blood stained on the white paper.

She looked up and saw a scene of horror. The senior brother who had just asked a bold question had no head.

There were screams one after another, and it turned out that the heads of those who were about to hand in the paper exploded, turning into blood beads and spreading everywhere, and their bodies fell into pieces.

There is no sign of resistance, and there is no way to resist.

Only then did they realize that they had become a mortal, helpless in the face of danger.

Sang Jue's heart was in his throat, and Li Jinzhi was so scared that she covered her eyes and was about to cry.

"The seniors of the sect can't do such things, right?" The survivors were worried. Even if they were to kill everyone, they could be more acceptable than this.

Not only were they scared, but almost everyone else in the Immortal Sect also saw this scene. Many monks saw their relatives and friends die instantly, and were frightened.

"Sect Master, please dismiss the disciples." The elder asked for his order.

Weishu Daojun waved his hand: "Instead of covering up, it is better to let go and let the disciples remember this disaster in their hearts and be wary of the rebellious people around them, so as not to cause harm to future generations."

"What the leader said is." The great elder sighed, "There are many disasters in the changing times. Fortunately, you have the control of the direction of the sect."

"The great elder is too rewarded, and it is a virtue that Wei Shu should fulfill." Wei Shu's Taoist Lord's tone was faint, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

His sixth disciple Yang Yan asked quietly: "Master, Miss Sang Jue is inside."

Weishu Daojun calmly said, "She is just one of the thousand disciples. Whoever lets her in should deserve it."

Yun Guanyue next to her tightened her throat. She could hear that the master was already angry and very angry.

She turned her head and looked at the disciple who was still exploding in the picture, and secretly prayed that Sang Jue and her little disciples would be safe, and that they could be reincarnated as human beings even if they died better.

Gradually, everyone knew about Helian Wancheng's terrifying reputation and lost their expectations for their descendants to come out alive. They began to contact some ghost and Buddhist practitioners to help collect their true souls and reincarnate them and then practice.

However, there was nothing, as if it was another universe. Even the casual cultivator asked the underworld under the Tianxuan World for help but could not find any trace.
Chapter completed!