Time passed slowly, and the pressure increased as we went up. In the end, it was almost overwhelming, squeezing in from all directions. Everyone felt like they were falling into a quagmire, their energy was consumed hugely, their clothes were torn, and their skin was wrinkled and old.
"If you don't enter the holy realm, you will still be an ant!"
Many people clichedly talk about gritting their teeth and shouting in anger, but this sentence is the most likely to give rise to unyielding thoughts and hope in people's hearts.
After three full hours, the pressure above suddenly relaxed, and the ancient saint's infuriating resistance 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 see some arcs, it was empty and there was not even half a person.
"Crunch..."
Just as he was wondering, a door suddenly opened on the tree trunk. Inside the door was a simple and simple room, with a wooden bed, big red flower bedsheets, and red mandarin duck quilt. There was a desk on the side with a stack of books on it. , algebra, English, especially the letters "junior English for china" 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 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!
The home of my youth.
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 with a gentle tone, and the smile on her face was so familiar, as if embedded deep in her 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. There was no figure anywhere.
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 wonder 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 well to protect the heart of the well owner, I'm afraid...
What happens if it fails?
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, tens of thousands of people are looking up at the sky above the Qianjian Palace in the Sky Sea.
The disciples of Xing Konghai and the warriors from all forces were 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 more than two thousand quasi-sages above, how many of them can become saints instantly?
Once they become saints, any one of them will become 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 also looked directly into the sky and into the abyss.
Gongsun Li was also there, and she wanted to ask whether her master's death was true or not, and whether it was Jiang Wen's angry words. After all, the catastrophe of all races was imminent, and there was no reason for the first medical emperor in this region to die unexpectedly.
It was a pity that 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 the figure of 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 sanctification, including slaughter, passion, swordsmanship, gunmanship, ruthlessness, etc...
She, her master, and her brothers had never mentioned it to her junior brother. After all, the path to becoming a saint is different for everyone. The more unruly and domineering people are, the more difficult it is for them to cultivate. They don’t understand the way of Xin Zhuo. I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, my junior brother will be in a trance, wasting time and delaying 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, I could only hear Ye Feiying, stroking his beard and sighing: "Holy man, you must have a perseverance and perseverance, understand the thoughts of heaven and earth, do not enter the mortal world, have no sins, and only have a clear mind! This illusion , reaching the depths of Zhunsheng's heart, amplifying his obsession infinitely!
Ren Qian is amazingly talented and unparalleled in combat power. If he can't pass this level, he will fall into the dust. I hope the younger generation 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 People like Wu Wuren, Yu Heng, Murong Yunze, and Kaiyang Liuyu are all juniors with a clear mind and the pride of heaven. I am afraid that entering the True Saint is like picking something out of a bag.
It’s not difficult for a True Essence Saint! "
"Oh? I wonder about that Xin Zhuo..." The great sage of Juju in the Bauhinia Holy Land is a short old man, and said: "This boy has unparalleled combat power and weird talents, so what should I do?"
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 of being hunted. It can be said that his life has been rough. This kind of person has the most complex thoughts. How can he Can you 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 one of those boys you mentioned!"
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 had only been 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. Flesh and blood were flying all over the sky. They had just appeared without any major cultivation skills. It 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.
Although it is dangerous to be trapped in the empty sea and become a saint, in the past years, no one died tragically. The worst is that they were 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 trace of helplessness on his face: "I said it before, didn't you hear it clearly? The abyss of the Saint's presence has changed. I'm afraid it's the last time. Only two quasi-sages can enter. The road is either death or success in becoming a saint!"
After a pause, he pointed to the sky: "But... I can tell you with certainty 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.
That's right, 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 chapter)
