Rushing forward, Zhao Zhen didn't stop until he saw the closed black door.
"Who is coming?"
At this time, an old voice came from the black door.
"Junior Qingyun Sect disciple Zhao Zhen."
Zhao Zhen responded loudly.
"Why are you here?"
"I want to pass the level and get resource rewards."
Zhao Zhen answered again.
The voice fell silent, but the black door creaked and opened a gap.
A piece of dark red paper flew out and floated in front of Zhao Zhen.
"If you want to break through, you must first establish a state of life and death. If you really want to break through, then press the fingerprint."
Zhao Zhen looked at the piece of paper and found that it said "voluntary intrusion and self-responsibility for life and death" written on it. He smiled naturally and pressed it with his palm.
laugh…
A slight sound broke through the air, and Zhao Zhen's palm hurt slightly, and soon there was a bloody handprint on the paper.
The paper floated back again, but Zhao Zhen looked at his right hand. When he found that there was no wound at all on his right hand, he nodded secretly.
He knew that this was the secret of martial arts and magical powers, which he could not understand now.
"come in."
At this moment, the door opened, Zhao Zhen clasped his fists, and strode into the building.
As soon as he entered here, Zhao Zhen's eyes flashed, but he saw a futon in the center of the building. Sitting on the futon was an old man wearing gray clothes and with white hair.
When Zhao Zhen looked at the old man, the old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.
Buzz!
The moment they looked at each other, Zhao Zhen felt a chill run through his body!
What a pair of eyes!
Silence, indifference, and full of endless dead silence!
It's as if this old man is not a living person, but a dead person!
"Sword Spirit Root?"
Just when Zhao Zhen was getting chills, the old man seemed to see Zhao Zhen's spiritual roots, "Gen Gu is fourteen years old, but he has already reached the seventh level of a warrior. With your talent, you will make rapid progress with step-by-step training. Why do you need a lot of resources?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhen felt the chill in his body weaken a lot, lowered his head and said, "Disciple wants to make progress faster."
"Why do you want to go faster?"
"I have an enemy who wants to deal with me. The enemy is stronger than me now, so I naturally want to increase my strength as soon as possible." Zhao Zhen said directly.
"I see."
The old man nodded, was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, with your talent, you can get protection in the door, why take such a risk?"
"The protection of others will not last long, and the disciple still wants to rely on himself."
Zhao Zhen said lightly.
The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Zhen again.
Zhao Zhen had adapted to the old man's gaze this time, and looked at the old man calmly.
After a moment, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling, but he soon returned to being indifferent and said, "If you fail to break through, you will die or die. Have you really thought about it?"
"nature."
Zhao Zhen nodded.
"Well, in that case, then go in."
The old man waved his hand, and the wall behind him rumbled, opening a corridor.
Zhao Zhen narrowed his eyes. As soon as the corridor appeared, he felt the rich spiritual energy fluctuations in it. This made his spiritual energy surge spontaneously, as if he wanted to go in and absorb it.
“It’s really a good place for me!”
Thinking to himself, Zhao Zhen didn't want to stay any longer. He saluted the old man and rushed inside.
call!
The strong wind roared, carrying some of the old man's white hair, but the old man looked at Zhao Zhen's back and shook his head.
"He is a good young man, but he is too impatient."
As he muttered to himself, the old man's indifferent eyes changed.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Zhao Zhen was extremely talented and had great potential.
But I was too anxious.
This progress in martial arts cannot be rushed. The more hasty it is, the worse it will be.
But he also understands Zhao Zhen. After all, Zhao Zhen is at this age and it is wrong to be impatient at this age.
"Well, let's let him suffer a little first. When he has suffered enough, I'll give him a hand."
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the old man's body flashed and he entered the corridor.
As the guardian here, he certainly knew that doing so was against the rules.
It's just that it's not easy to produce a genius, and he doesn't want Zhao Zhen to die here.
Zhao Zhen naturally didn't know that the old man was following him. At this moment, he had passed through the dark corridor and reached an empty stone room.
But as soon as he arrived here, Zhao Zhen was stunned. Wasn't there a fantasy test? What about fantasy?
Buzz!
Just when Zhao Zhen was thinking this, the stone room suddenly shook, and Zhao Zhen's body swayed. The next moment, he unexpectedly arrived at a restaurant with red lights shining brightly and dancing birds singing and dancing!
"Is this an illusion? It's really magical!"
Looking at the scenes of laughter and laughter around him, Zhao Zhen's eyes lit up.
Although he already knew that martial arts was magical, it was still eye-opening for him to be so magical.
And just when he was thinking about this, several girls with smooth skin and beautiful faces came over with sudden smiles. Without saying a word, they put their arms around Zhao Zhen and pulled Zhao Zhen to a wine table. sit down.
As soon as he sat down, a girl took the initiative to drink. She approached Zhao Zhen with a blushing face, as if she wanted to feed him.
At the same time, some girls took the initiative to take off their clothes, half-exposed breasts, and seemed to be leaning into Zhao Zhen's arms.
If it were any man, looking at these delicate girls, his mind would probably be swayed.
But Zhao Zhen's eyes were indifferent, and his mind did not waver at all.
After being tested by the Ten Thousand Sword Spiritual Roots, he has already tempered his will to the extreme. Not only is his mind like a sword, his eyes are even more like swords!
Naturally, from the moment he came here, he knew that he had entered an illusion. These girls were nothing more than spiritual energy illusions, so how could he care?
"The pink skull is nothing more than a mirror, how can I be obsessed with it? Go away."
Swish, swish, swish!
As soon as the words were spoken, countless sword energy burst out from Zhao Zhen's body, and screams were heard instantly. The restaurant that was originally full of people was filled with blood in an instant!
Some girls were separated from their heads and looked at Zhao Zhen in confusion, as if asking why Zhao Zhen did this. There were also girls with pained eyes and yelling at Zhao Zhen, their voices full of resentment.
There are even girls begging for mercy, their posture is weak and pitiful.
But Zhao Zhen ignored him and just exploded with sword energy, cutting in all directions.
Finally, the rumble of collapse was heard, the flames rose, and the huge restaurant began to collapse, but Zhao Zhen remained unwavering and stood there.
And when the collapsed ruins were about to hit his head, there was a cry, and the scene in front of Zhao Zhen changed again.
"interesting."
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Zhao Zhen looked around.
At this moment, he was sitting high on a dragon chair, and all the civil and military officials below were kowtowing to him and shouting "Long Live" three times.
Looking at himself again, he was actually wearing a black and yellow dragon robe and became a nine-five-year-old man!
"The first level is sex, the second level is power?"
Looking at this scene, Zhao Zhen muttered to himself. At this moment, a red-clothed eunuch standing to his left lowered his body slightly and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, what is your order?"
Listening to this high-pitched voice, Zhao Zhen smiled, but didn't speak at all, just waved his hand!
puff!
A head flew up and fell into the middle of the hall on the spot!
All the officials were shocked and looked at Zhao Zhen in fear. One of the ministers trembled, "Why is your Majesty like this?"
"Haha, since you call me Your Majesty, why do I need to explain when I kill someone?"
Zhao Zhen smiled faintly, then stood up and walked towards the center of the hall.
All the officials were frightened and knelt down one after another, but Zhao Zhen's eyes were indifferent, "Are you going to dissipate on your own, or should I let you dissipate?"
"Your Majesty, I don't know what your Majesty means, but I hope you will make it clear."
An old man with a bright head and white hair, wearing the prime minister's official uniform, kowtowed.
"Your Majesty, please make it clear."
The other officials all shouted in unison and kowtowed.
"Did you make it clear? It seems like you don't want to dissipate on your own, so whatever, I'll make it clear to you."
Uh-huh!
The sword light flashed out, and the kneeling butcher was split into two by Zhao Zhen!
Blood sprayed and all the officials screamed in panic, but Zhao Zhen kept moving, waving the sword one after another, and only heard the popping sound. All the officials in the palace were either beheaded or stabbed through the heart. The great palace hall was instantly filled with blood!
"The Emperor is crazy! The Emperor is crazy!"
"Foolish king! Tyrant!"
Horrified shouts and curses came out one after another, but Zhao Zhen showed no expression and just kept silent and slashed with his sword.
Finally, when Zhao Zhen penetrated the last general's chest with his sword, there was a roar!
The palace hall in front of Zhao Zhen was shattered in an instant, and the scene in front of Zhao Zhen changed again, and the next moment he was in darkness.
Here, there is no sky, no earth, just darkness.
"Are you lonely?"
Talking to himself, Zhao Zhen instantly knew that the illusion he was in now should be a test of loneliness.
The human heart has seven emotions and six desires, and all seven emotions and six desires need to be expressed and illuminated by light.
When there is darkness, there is no reflection, which naturally causes people to feel fear and anxiety.
But Zhao Zhen was not anxious at all.
"It's good to be alone. The long nights are just enough for me to practice my sword."
As soon as his mind moved, even though there was darkness in front of him, Zhao Zhen still felt the sword in his hand. The next moment, he started practicing the sword by himself.
In the darkness, the sword energy roared, and Zhao Zhen was completely immersed in his practice, forgetting everything.
What he didn't know was that while he was immersed in sword practice, a figure of an old man in gray appeared behind the body of the stone room.
This old man in gray is the guardian of the Hundred Fantasy Tower!
At this moment, the old man no longer looked dead as before, because looking at Zhao Zhen, his face was now full of vivid shock.
"How...how can he be so strong! How can he have such a will at such a young age!"
As he murmured the words, the old man's eyes were full of disbelief. He even rubbed his eyes to confirm whether what he saw was true.
Does he know how difficult the fantasy test here is? The first level is sex, which attracts people's lust and disturbs people's minds. Even he almost lost his mind back then. If the master hadn't saved him in a critical moment, he would have been crippled even if he didn't die.
The second level is even more remarkable, which is power.
That is the power to rule the world and dominate the world. Anyone with a little ambition can't help it.
In other words, this is the biggest test for a warrior. After all, many warriors practice martial arts in order to stand out and be powerful. However, in the illusion, they are directly given the supreme position. Who can bear it?
