Chapter 952: The fastest person to leave the illusion
Time passed slowly, and the pressure increased as you went up. At the end, it was almost overwhelming, squeezing from all directions. Everyone was like falling into a quagmire, and their energy was consumed hugely. The clothes are torn, the skin is wrinkled and old.
"If you don't enter the holy realm, you will still be an ant!"
Many people say this cliché and scream with anger, but this sentence is the easiest to give rise to unyielding thoughts and hope in people's hearts.
After three full hours, the pressure above suddenly relaxed, and the resistance of the ancient saint's energy disappeared.
But the surroundings seemed to have undergone inexplicable changes.
Xin Zhuo frowned. He found that he had entered a dead space. Except for the huge tree trunks that could only be seen in some arcs, it was empty and there was not even half a person.
"Creak..."
Just when he was confused, a door suddenly opened on the tree trunk. Inside the door was a simple and simple room, with a wooden bed and big red flower bed sheets. Red mandarin duck quilt, there is a desk next to it, with a stack of books on it, Chinese , algebra, English, especially the letters "juniorEnglishforchina" on the cover of the English textbook and the illustrations of two smiling girls holding books next to them...
Under the desk there is a green shell boiling water bottle, a can of beans, and a box of cards.
On the square wooden table in the opposite room, there was a middle-aged man with messy hair, a bottle of Daqu and a plate of peanuts, humming a ditty and smelling of alcohol.
Xin Zhuo was shocked and his eyes widened.
Home!
My childhood home.
It has become strange, but it is deeply imprinted in the back of my mind.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman with short hair and a kind face hurriedly entered, reached the door, and looked out with a smile.
Xin Zhuo felt his nose was sore, his vision was blurred, and his whole body was shaking violently.
"Have you done your homework today? Mom has gone to work, come here and show you something good."
The woman waved, her tone was gentle, and the smile on her face was so familiar. , as if embedded deep in the soul.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but walked forward and stretched out his hand: "Mom, I..."
Just as he was about to touch the woman's fingertips, a strong smell of well water entered his nose.
He was suddenly startled, and immediately stepped back, raised his head and looked again. There was nothing in front of him. Where was the half-figure?
He couldn't help but bow his waist and gasp for air. He was momentarily sad, helpless, and constantly switching between reality and fantasy, making him not know where he was.
This abyss is so terrifying that it can actually bring out the things you miss most deep in your heart. Regardless of the barriers, if it weren’t for the shaking of the moon-watching well to protect the heart of the well owner, I’m afraid...
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He looked around, and his heart trembled slightly at this sight.
I saw more than two thousand people around the tree trunk, all trapped in some kind of illusion. At least three to four hundred people were bleeding from all their orifices, struggling, and miserable!
Even the breaths of the lowest ones were extremely weak, and their quasi-sage cultivation gradually declined.
......
Below, on the Qianjian Palace in the Sky Sea, tens of thousands of people looked up into the sky.
The disciples of Xing Konghai and the warriors from all forces were all holding their breath and concentrating, with mixed emotions of envy and anxiety on their faces.
"Unless you become a saint, you will always be an ant" is by no means an empty phrase. A saint is what everyone aspires to be. He is an existence that can be called the ancestor of the clan. He has a long life and is in charge of one place!
There are only two thousand quasi-sages above, how many of them can succeed in becoming saints immediately?
Once they become saints, any one of them will be a very important figure in the world from now on.
Don’t you hear how the Thirteen Holy Relics in the Holy City shocked the world back then?
In the main hall of Xingkonghai, there are more than thirty people sitting cross-legged, including Chen Wentian, the ancestor of Xingkonghai, Jiang Wen from Jiang family, Ye Feiying from Ye family, Zhao Chunqiu from Zhao family, Ji Fengyu from Ji family, Ying family from Yinggao and Mieju from the Bauhinia Holy Land. Waiting for the top families on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain and the masters of the Holy Land Cave Heaven.
A group of people are also looking directly into the sky and into the abyss.
Gongsun Li is also on the side. She wants to ask whether the master's death is true or false, and whether it is Jiang Wen's angry words. After all, the disaster of all races is coming, and the first medical emperor in this region , there is no reason to die unexpectedly.
Unfortunately, a group of great saints had strong aura and too much pressure. She had no way to ask, so she could only look pale into the sky and silently look into the sky and abyss, looking for her junior brother. Jiang Wen is right. To become a saint, it doesn't matter whether you are strong or low in combat. A saint is noble, impeccable and otherworldly. He should not have distracting thoughts of the world. The most important thing is to have a divine body, bloodline and his own way.
"One's own way" is the foundation of becoming a saint, including killing, passion, swordsmanship, gunmanship, ruthlessness, etc...
She, her master, and her brothers never mentioned it to her younger brother. After all, she became a saint. The Tao of Xin Zhuo is different for everyone. The more unruly and domineering people are, the more difficult it is for them to practice. They do not understand the Tao of Xin Zhuo and are afraid that if they say something wrong, the little junior brother will be in a trance, waste time and miss his future.
If junior brother fails to become a saint this time, I may not be able to make any progress in this life!
At this moment, Ye Feiying of Ye family was heard, stroking his beard and sighing softly: "A saint, you must have a perseverance, understand the thoughts of heaven and earth, do not enter the mortal world, and have no sins or thoughts. Only by reaching it can you reach the quasi-sage! Deep in my heart, my obsession will be infinitely magnified!
Ren You is extremely talented and unparalleled in combat. If you can’t pass this level, you will be defeated. I hope the juniors can ask their own hearts and go through it. ! ”
The great sage of the Ji family, Ji Fengyu, was a young man. He chuckled and said like a treasure: "Ye Miaojin, Jiang Wuwei, Zhao Tong'er, true warrior Li Chunyuan, Yingsi people, Qin Hao from the Bauhinia Holy Land, Qingxiao from the underworld, Xiankong Haisi No one, Yuheng, Murong Yunze, and Kaiyang Liuyu are all juniors with a clear mind. They are the proud sons of heaven. I am afraid they will be like the true saints.
It’s not difficult for the True Essence Saint!”
“Oh? I don’t know about that Xin Zhuo...” The Great Sage Mieju of the Bauhinia Holy Land said: “This boy. He has unparalleled combat power and weird talents, so what?”
Many masters in the Bauhinia Holy Land died at his hands, including two quasi-sages.
Ye Feiying shook his head and said: "It's difficult! I'm afraid he will be immersed in this illusion for a long time. This man has been practicing for seventy-five years, seventy of which were on the road to being hunted. It can be said that his life has been rough. This kind of People’s minds are the most complicated, how can we break the illusion?”
Everyone glanced at Jiang Wen subconsciously.
Jiang Wen chuckled: "The false saint is his creation!"
Everyone had to ignore Xin Zhuo.
Ji Fengyu said: "Let's see who wakes up first. This person should be the most thoughtful. This kind of person is very scary!"
Ye Feiying smiled and said: "It should be you. One of those boys!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of great saints suddenly looked slightly stunned.
I saw that one person in the "high sky abyss" woke up first, and was only in the illusion for ten breaths.
"Xin Zhuo..."
"Ten breaths..."
"This person..."
A group of great saints have been hard to explain for a long time. Why is this person the most unlikely?
Jiang Wen looked calm and didn’t know what he was thinking.
The next moment, no one cared about Xin Zhuo anymore, only to see the hundreds of quasi-sages who had entered the deepest illusion, suddenly screamed, their bodies exploded, and they died tragically on the spot, with blood and flesh flying all over the sky, and they were all ownerless. The cultivation level just appeared and was absorbed by the tree trunk.
The scene was extremely tragic!
“What does this mean?”
A group of great saints suddenly looked at Chen Wentian, the ancestor of "Zengkonghai" who was sitting cross-legged on the main seat.
Being trapped in Kukai's "Holy Linyuan Ri" and becoming a saint is dangerous, but in the past years, no one died tragically. The worst is that he was seriously injured and fell down, and failed to become a saint. Being a little stronger, becoming a fake saint, and practicing tribulation martial arts in the future is also a way out.
The calamity of all races is imminent, and so many quasi-sages died tragically. Isn’t this a disaster for the world?
The low-level warriors from all directions also looked pale, because those quasi-sages were the ancestors and elders of each family.
Chen Wentian stroked his beard, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "I said it before, didn't you hear it clearly? This Holy Abyss has changed. I'm afraid it's the last time. People who go in There are only two ways to be a quasi-saint, either die or become a saint!”
After a pause, he pointed to the sky: "But... I can tell you for sure that once these junior quasi-sages successfully become saints this time, they will be the strongest saints in history. The hope of this domain in the future lies in these people! "
A group of great saints were silent for a moment, understanding in their hearts.
Yes, the last "Holy Linyuan Rises" is bound to be the most harsh. The baptism of the quasi-holy will be more thorough, and the saints will naturally be the strongest!
(End of this chapter)