Jing Mingxuan looked at Ye Ziping with dull eyes, holding Su Muchan's cold little hand with his big hand, and walked slowly like a leisurely stroll.
Looking at the surrounding environment from time to time, the road up the mountain is very wide and relatively flat.
There are fiery red trees growing on both sides, like maple forests in autumn in previous lives.
No matter which angle you look at it, the scenery is so beautiful, which makes Jing Mingxuan feel very comfortable.
After a while, Jing Mingxuan walked to the entrance of the second test.
After Ye Ziping saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He came here not long ago. When he turned around, he didn't see Jing Mingxuan at all.
Suddenly, he felt panic in his heart, and even thought about whether Jing Mingxuan would disappear, disguise himself as someone else, and finally stab him in the back?
As a young man, he believed that it was very likely that this would happen.
Although you know it in advance and can take precautions, it is really troublesome to take precautions all the time.
In addition, it may not be possible to prevent it, because Lao Liu's attacks are often when the opponent's defense is weakest.
Fortunately, Jing Mingxuan came over now, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.
This incident sounded a wake-up call for him. Before he could really put his opponent to death, he must not let go and keep an eye on his opponent.
At the same time, Ye Ziping realized that Jing Mingxuan, like him before, was not an emotionless sixth child.
It's just that he has already realized this problem, but Jing Mingxuan hasn't realized it yet!
Ha ha!
Jing Mingxuan, my sixth consciousness is higher than yours.
After exchanging a few words with Jing Mingxuan, he began to observe the correct route that the monks in front had spent their lives exploring.
In fact, he didn't want to remember this, but Jing Mingxuan was called the sixth child.
Even though he is not as good as him, if he doesn't remember it, there is a high probability that he will be tricked to death by Jing Mingxuan, and he won't even know why he died?
Jing Mingxuan took it calmly and remembered the correct route. From time to time he would ruffle Su Muchan's cloud-like hair, or touch the dragon beads and fairy. In short, it was a pleasure.
Time flies.
The number of monks in front was getting smaller and smaller, and many even lost confidence and turned around and returned.
If it weren't for the magic that could stimulate memory, many monks might not even be able to remember their way back.
"Ah...ahhh..."
The screams should have been normal, but Jing Mingxuan and Ye Ziping found that the screams became much clearer.
After taking a closer look, I found that one of the returning monks was being punished by a trap.
And that grid happens to be the correct grid when moving forward.
The two people's expressions became solemn, and the last thing they expected to happen happened!
This means that whether you are going forward or retreating, it is likely to be a dead end.
However, it is also a good thing for them.
On the one hand, they were still at the entrance, not moving forward at all, and had no worries at all.
On the other hand, this situation will force those monks who want to retreat to move forward, allowing them to obtain more correct routes forward.
This is indeed the case. After the monks realized that they could not go back, they could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward. At least this way, they might still have a great opportunity.
In fact, there is another possibility at this time, which is to use your life to explore the correct route just like moving forward.
It's just that you end up going back to the entrance instead of getting a reward.
Moreover, these monks are all cowardly, how could they use their own lives to help others?
Jing Mingxuan still stood still. Seeing this, Ziping naturally followed suit.
Time flies again.
There are only more than a hundred monks left in front, but you must know that there were more than 4,000 monks before!
The death of so many people and the difficulty are so great. According to common sense, it basically means that the opportunities available will be very powerful.
Coupled with the fact that there was no way out, these more than a hundred monks were extremely excited, thinking that they were the chosen ones and could reach the end.
"Aren't we moving forward?"
Zi Ping asked this not because he couldn't bear it anymore, but because he wanted to see Jing Mingxuan's attitude towards this.
Jing Mingxuan shook his head gently and frowned, "Wait a minute!"
Currently, the monks in front are still 20 grids away from the finish line.
Although it only looks like this, it is actually like an insurmountable gap, because every grid in these 20 rows may be the correct route.
In other words, the worst-case scenario requires 390 deaths.
Jing Mingxuan probably couldn't make it to the finish line among the more than a hundred people ahead.
However, accidents always happen so suddenly. One monk was so lucky that he chose the correct grid for 5 consecutive rows.
But when my luck finally ran out, I burped in the 6th row!
Jing Mingxuan knew that now was the best time, so he said: "Zi Ziping, you go first, I will follow behind."
Zi Ping felt very unhappy. He felt that Jing Mingxuan just wanted him to be used as cannon fodder, or to stab him in the end.
But he didn't refute or argue. He already knew what Jing Mingxuan was thinking, so he just had to take precautions.
As he embarked on the second test, Jing Mingxuan still walked slowly without any urgency.
At this time, Longzhu really couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart.
"Master! In this kind of test, is it possible to use dead objects to find the way?"
Jing Mingxuan did not reply, but summoned an ordinary stone from the space ring and threw it towards the wrong grid in front.
The next moment, there was no reaction.
Longzhu suddenly realized it!
"Of all the ways you can think of, those monks, even if they are stupid, must have thought of them all. It's just that we weren't the first to see it, so we feel like they died like fools."
Jing Mingxuan replied lightly, jumped towards the next correct grid in front and continued, "I feel that only living beings with cultivation level can make the grid react here, and puppets and the like may not be able to make it react." There is a reaction, and normal monks will not refine many useless puppets."
"Indeed!" Xiaoxian affirmed with fixed eyes.
Then Jing Mingxuan jumped to the correct grid in the front row and continued, "Although the Apocalypse Secret Realm is opened every 333 years, except for those fixed chance points, most of them are similar to the current Hongyuan Mountain, which is the first When an opportunity arises for the first time, it will be difficult to prepare in advance.”
"My dear husband! In your dream, was there such a test behind Hongyuan Mountain?" Su Muchan's face was full of curiosity.
Jing Mingxuan shook his head gently, "No! This is the last test."
The original work mentions Hongyuan Mountain, but does not describe it in detail. It only says that Ye Ziping obtained the mother soil from it.
Judging from the current situation, it is not clear whether Ye Ziping has the means to clear the customs.
Therefore, when the monks in front are almost dead, it is time to see whether Ye Ziping is a mule or a horse.
There was no words to say all the way, and the two of them quickly rushed forward, one beast and one bead.
In fact, with the strength of Su Muchan, Xiaoxian and Longzhu, they were not afraid of these traps at all, but in order not to alarm others and have some experience, they followed Jing Mingxuan to move.
When they arrived at the front line, only eight of the more than a hundred people were left.
When they saw Ye Ziping arriving, the flames of anger ignited in their eyes.
"It's you, you bastard, who tricked us!"
Ye Ziping's expression froze. He did not expect that Jing Mingxuan had such an idea when he asked him to move forward.
However, he did not take the anger of the eight people seriously, and even said with a smile, "Trick you? Did I force you to challenge here? Don't you all think that your luck is exploding? I didn't force you. Let you challenge here."
The eight monks were even more angry, their teeth were itching with hatred, and they wanted to beat Ye Ziping to death immediately.
But Ye Ziping is still three rows away from them, which is three grids.
They had heard before that the correct grid for moving forward does not mean that moving backward is also correct.
Therefore, his face became more ferocious and angry, but he never retreated.
The corners of Ye Ziping's mouth were raised, and his smile was so proud that it looked like he had a crooked mouth.
"Hahaha! You are a bunch of gutless trash. You only got here because of other people. Otherwise, you would have died long ago!"
The eight monks were extremely angry, and one monk even took a step forward, intending to jump to the grid where Ye Ziping was standing, and die together with Ye Ziping.
Only after being stopped by seven other monks did he regain his senses and did not rush towards Ye Ziping.
"Garbage is garbage, it doesn't even have such a little courage."
As he spoke, Ye Ziping jumped to the next correct square, which was only two squares away from the eight monks. In fact, it was just one empty square.
"Now I've moved forward one step further. I've given you the chance to kill me. Why don't you still dare to come over?"
The eight monks looked at each other, seemingly one grid apart, but actually trying to guess the correct retreat route from twenty grids.
Unless they are lucky, there is a high probability that they will all die without being able to find the correct grid.
Thinking of this, the eight monks decided to spend their time here. Anyway, Ye Ziping did not dare to go forward alone.
Ye Ziping's face darkened. He didn't expect these eight monks to be so sensible.
Suddenly, he felt an extremely strong force behind him, and he landed on the correct grid in the front row.
"oops!"
This scream was also heard by the eight monks, and when they looked again, they found that Ye Ziping was right in front of them, and he was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out.
The corners of Jing Mingxuan's mouth twitched slightly and he looked at Su Muchan who had already retracted her legs.
It turns out that Master’s wife is the real sixth child.
