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This naturally led to some external disciples who had not noticed the book of Death. There were many masters like Shao Bo who were temporarily cramming.

It is said that the outer disciples will be divided into several batches and sent to the Land of Death to experience it. Even the outer disciples who were not sent in this time flocked to the Sutra Library, and the Book of Death instantly turned into a fragrant bun.

Just as the outer disciples were chatting enthusiastically, hundreds of Taoist priests came over under the leadership of several elders and stood on the side of the outer disciples before.

"They are senior brothers from previous classes, and I heard that many of them have been sent to other Taoist temples to train and stationed, but I didn't expect that they were also recruited this time."

Obviously, the status of these senior brothers is higher than that of Wang Zijun and his class's outer disciples. Wang Zijun and his team leader are just a few outer deacons. Look at the senior brothers, they are all led by the outer elders.

To be honest, the status gap between the outer sect elders and deacons is much larger than before.

The number of elders and deacons in the outer sects of Bijing is fixed.

There are eighteen elders in the outer sect, and sixty-four deacons. This number gap and the rights of the outer sect elders are originally greater than those of the deacons, making the identity of the outer sect elders appear extremely noble among the outer sect.

Of course, the status of the deacon is not low. The number of disciples in the entire outer sect now exceeds 27,800. On average, each deacon has to manage four or five hundred, and it can be regarded as a high position and a high position anywhere.

Bi Jing and others are not managing ordinary people, they are all qi refiners, and outside they are all guys called immortals and gods.

"Why haven't you set out yet?"

Seeing that the senior brothers were all here, some of the outer disciples who were waiting a little anxiously began to inquire.

But as they inquired, a team of Taoist priests came from the inner gate.

This team of Taoist priests only entered hundreds, but their collars were all light purple, and they looked like they were fairy-like Taoist priests. Most of the leaders knew each other, and the uncle Yang Zitao, the inner sect.

Obviously, this team of Taoist priests should be inner disciples.

It is said that this uncle Yang is the nephew of Qinglong Yaozun. Even the Taoist Lord was unwilling to scold him when he entered the family. However, this uncle was quite rigorous in his work and was still fun to do things. Every time he went to the outside world to give lectures, he would go into the mountains and seas, no less than another uncle Yang.

Seeing Yang Zitao leading the team over, the elders and deacons of the outer sect came forward to pay their respects. After some greetings, Yang Zitao came to the center of the square and said to the disciples who were nearly two thousand people, "Please listen carefully to me so as not to miss your life."

After saying this, Yang Zitao paused for a moment, so that the disciples could have time to understand.

Yang Zitao's words were very effective, and the entire square suddenly became silent. Even some whispers were put down at this time, and no one was willing to miss his life.

After a few breaths, Yang Zitao continued: "After a moment, I will open the passage to the land of death. Before entering the land of death, you will get a token. Don't lose this token. It can show your position in the land of death and resist the negative forces from the land of death by yourself. The most important thing is to bear a death on your behalf. Of course, if you die, then this experience will endure on your own."

Then Yang Zitao also briefly introduced the characteristics of some undead creatures. Of course, due to time constraints, it is impossible to introduce them in too detailed. He just explained some common weaknesses, such as undead creatures being afraid of flames, etc.

After the introduction, Yang Zitao took out a portrait, hung it in the air, and then bowed to the portrait three times.

A sharp-eyed disciple was surprised to find that the Taoist priest in the portrait was Qinglong Yaozun.

Yang Zitao bowed three times, then stretched out his hands in the portrait, grabbed it into the air, and then tore it left and right, and heard the sound of crispness coming from the air, like tearing apart the cloth.

Between those hands, a thin black crack had appeared, and some white mist was sprayed out from it.

Whether it is an outer disciple or an inner disciple, I have never seen such a magical means, and I couldn't help but be stunned.

After counting breaths, the black crack was pulled several meters by both hands. Then, Yang Zitao took out several talismans and threw them towards the crack.

The talisman turned into a ball of fire and then stuck to the crack. It was not until then that the hands were retracted back to the portrait. Yang Zitao looked at the portrait and couldn't help but feel a little heartache. With just one move, half of the green energy was missing, which was quite a loss.

"Everyone come in and pay attention to order."

After sending all the protective tokens, Yang Zitao gave a casual command and entered the crack first.

The cold wind blew and white bones were everywhere. This was the first impression that the land of death gave Yang Zitao and others.

As the elder of the division led by Yang Zitao, it was not the first time that he had come to this place of death, so when he saw such a scene, his face was calm.

But those disciples were different. When they saw the endless sea of ​​white bones, they were as if they were fixed, and they were stuck there with their mouths wide open.

Impact, complete visual impact. Even a guy like Wang Zijun who read the Book of Death thoroughly forgot to eat his own roast chicken when he first saw such a strange scene.

No one would have thought that this land of death would be an endless sea of ​​bones. Of course, the land of death is limited, but the area of ​​more than 10 million square kilometers, not to mention these teams that cannot enter two thousand, even if they come in another 20,000 and scatter them, they can't even suck one.

Seeing those disciples and the elders of the outer sect were stunned, Yang Zitao couldn't help but recall the first time he saw this.

It's really a spectacular scene. I really don't know how my uncle dragged this continent back. This great power really gives in to yearning.

Yang Zitao also knew some broken news, but he didn't know the complete plot. When all the entrances were entered, only Taoist master An Ziyu knew all the details.

"Well, sorry, I disturb everyone's viewing of the scenery, but in the next three years, you will all live in this land of death. The protective token will transmit your white action information back. These will be your white experience transcripts. If you need to add it, come back here. Well, this is a clone of the merit monument, which can be exchanged for what you need. Let's go, and you need peace."

Yang Zitao said, threw out a stone tablet and stood it on the ground.

After saying that, Yang Zitao sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!