MTL - Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs-Chapter 7 Zongmen assessment

"Boom boom boom..."

The bell rang through the Blood God Sect. Different from the crispness of the morning bell, this time the bell was dull and heavy.

Zhang Chen knew that this was a notification from the sect's assessment.

When Zhang Chen came to the square, it was already full of people, roughly 2,000 people.

There are also hundreds of inner disciples who are rarely seen, and the pale red costumes are clearly distinguishable from the outer disciples.

Some were terrified, some were excited, some were proud, with different expressions.

"Senior Brother Wang, you have made a breakthrough!"

"Haha, Junior Brother Liu, you have also made a breakthrough."

"Whoever saves me, whoever saves me, I don't want to be a blood slave, I don't want to be a blood slave." …

Looking at the noisy crowd, Zhang Chen thought to himself: 'I don't know how many people will become blood slaves. '

An hour later, the crowd suddenly fell silent because seven blood shadows fell from the sky.

After landing, the blood light distorted and turned into five men and two women.

A young man, two middle-aged men, two old men, a young girl, and an old woman.

They had different expressions, flat, indifferent, mocking, teasing, and even licked their lips with a look of bloodthirsty.

The only thing in common is that they are all wearing scarlet robes, exuding a powerful aura and full of oppression.

They are the direct disciples of the Foundation Establishment Period!

Suddenly, the smell of blood in the air became extremely strong, and a river of blood emerged from the sky.

The blood river surged, the blood boiled, the blood waves surged, covering the sky and the sun, and they came to the top of everyone in the blink of an eye.

Under the majestic power of the blood river, everyone felt extremely oppressed, the blood in their bodies couldn't control them, and they wanted to break out of their bodies and join the blood river. Zhang Chen's face turned pale, he tried hard to suppress the blood in his body, and his heart was full of fear.

This kind of fear is like encountering a natural enemy. It comes from the heart and is completely out of control.

The seven direct disciples bowed their hands and bowed respectfully towards Xuehe: "Welcome Elder Xuehe!"

"Welcome to the elder Xuehe!" Everyone hurriedly saluted towards Xuehe.

A vortex appeared out of thin air in the center of the blood river, and with just a few breaths, it absorbed all the blood in the sky and condensed into an old man in a big red robe.

It was the famous Jindan Elder of the Blood God Sect, the Patriarch of Blood River.

The ancestor of Xuehe exuded an aura like an abyss and a mountain, and said without emotion: "The examination of the sect starts now, and all those who have not arrived will be demoted to blood slaves."

"Respect the elder's decree, disciples from the inner and outer sects who have not arrived will be reduced to blood slaves!" The seven direct disciples used their mana to repeat the words of the elder Jindan.

Under the blessing of mana, the sound was like a thunderclap, which shook everyone's ears.

Some disciples who tried to hide because their cultivation had not met the requirements were ashamed when they heard this.

"The assessment begins." The ancestor of Xuehe announced in a deep voice, the voice was not loud, but there was a magical power that touched everyone's minds.

"Respect the elder's decree!"

The seven direct disciples first saluted the ancestor of Xuehe, then turned to face the crowd and opened their mouths.

"Stand in front of me after three years in the sect."

"Stand in front of me after six years in the sect."

"Stand in front of me for nine years in the sect."

 …

Each direct disciple corresponds to a number of years of entry into the sect, allowing the disciples of the inner and outer sects to stand in line.

The Blood God Sect accepts apprentices once every three years. They have just joined the sect as a handyman disciple, doing some chores, and are required to successfully absorb the spirit into the body within three years, step into the first level of Qi training, and become an outer disciple.

After entering the sect for six years, it is required to reach the third level of Qi training. In the ninth year of entering the sect, it is required to reach the fifth level of Qi training, and after that, it is required to increase one level of cultivation every three years.

In other words, reach the ninth level of Qi training within 21 years, and then have nine years to hit the foundation building stage.

Those who fail to meet the standards at all stages have only one end, which is to be demoted to blood slaves and drain all the blood from their bodies.

It has been nine years since the original owner entered the sect, so Zhang Chen stood in front of the disciples who represented nine years.

This direct disciple was a middle-aged man, tall and contemptuous, looking at them as outside disciples like ants.

Zhang Chen didn't like this kind of gaze very much, but he didn't dare to show it. He could only think to himself: 'Soon I will surpass you and become the existence you look up to! '

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen glanced at Patriarch Xuehe who looked like a demon.

'In the future, I can do the same! '

There are two hundred disciples in the same group as Zhang Chen, and the number of disciples decreases as they go up.

Seeing that everything has been done, the direct disciples said again: "Take out your ID cards and inject spiritual power."

Hearing this, Zhang Chen honestly took out his identity card and injected spiritual power.

With the injection of spiritual power, the identity card emits blood, and the information of the licensee is transformed in the air.

【Name: Zhang Chen】

[Kuiyuan entered the sect in 320 years]

The same is true for other identity cards, but the name and time of entering the clan are different.

During the foundation building period, one possesses divine consciousness, and one can confirm the information and current state of all disciples with one sweep of the divine consciousness.

"After six years in the sect, you actually pretended to stand in front of me for three years?" A direct disciple suddenly sneered, and blood gushed out from his body, covering one person.

The disciple yelled in horror: "Brother, please forgive me, I misheard just now, so I stood in the wrong place."

"Hehe." The direct disciple sneered, and grabbed the void with his hand.

"Ah~"

The disciple suddenly let out a scream, a lot of blood gushed out from his body, and he was drained instantly.

"Crack!" A shriveled corpse fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, other direct disciples also started.

The blood on their bodies stretched out like tentacles, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com entangled an outer disciple.

One of the blood tentacles stretched out in Zhang Chen's direction, scaring Zhang Chen into a cold sweat and almost controlling his blood to resist.

However, the target of the blood tentacles was not Zhang Chen, but the disciple next to him.

Even so, watching a big living person next to him being drained of blood made his heart beat faster.

"Ahhhh..."

Immediately, there were screams one after another in the square.

No matter whether it is the first level of Qi training or the eighth level of Qi training, they have no resistance, and their blood is drained instantly.

With the blood river patriarch of the golden core stage sitting in the town, they dared not resist even if they wanted to.

In a short while, hundreds of mummified corpses lay in disorder on the ground.

All of them were shriveled and haggard, with their mouths wide open, looking hideous and terrifying.

A small number of them intend to muddle through, use secret techniques to temporarily increase their realm, or use other people's identity cards and the time of entering the sect, and most of them are not up to the standard.

Even among the inner disciples, more than a dozen of them were drained of blood.

The ancestor of Xuehe was expressionless, as if those who fell were not people, but weeds on the side of the road.

The faces of the seven direct disciples were flushed, and their faces were refreshed and intoxicated, with unfinished thoughts.

Although he knew that the Demon Sect was cruel, but seeing this scene, Zhang Chen still felt chills all over his body.

If he could, he didn't want to be in this precarious magic door, but he had no choice.

This is only visible, those who, like the original owner, ventured to break through and die do not know how many.

The seven direct disciples glanced at the remaining people, resisting the desire to drain them all, and announced: "You guys are qualified."

"Huh~" All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief.