Hearing Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Qi analyze and make suggestions for him seriously, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little grateful in his heart, "Thank you two senior brothers for their advice. Ci Song still wants to go up and have a look. If it is really impossible to reach the top, then I will Return directly.”
"Okay, then I won't stop you any more and wish my junior brother can reach the top." Zeng Xiangteng said.
Zhong Qi also added: "If you can't bear the pressure, don't force yourself. You are still young and there are still many opportunities to reach the top in the future."
"Thank you two senior brothers." Ci Song saluted the two and climbed up again.
"Three direct disciples from Confucius Academy, plus Madman Bai from Yansheng Academy, and Duanmu Qingcang from Zigong Academy, the competition for seats among the five people is already very fierce. Now that there is another Ci Song, the competition will be even more exciting. Yes." Zeng Xiangteng said excitedly.
"Yes, Duanmu Qingcang and Bai Ye, these two people's talents can obviously become the direct disciples of Confucius Saint Academy, but they stayed in different academies for various reasons. Their talents are compared to those of Confucius Saint Academy. The three of us are neither strong nor weak, but this tea banquet fight sometimes depends on luck." Zhong Qi spoke slowly.
"It's none of your business, don't worry about me. Come on, brother Zhongqi, I haven't seen you for a long time. I finally have some free time today. Let me toast you."
Zeng Xiangteng poured a cup of tea for Zhong Qi, and the two drank a cup of tea. Zeng Xiangteng continued: "I think the original intention of the Fifth Academy Tea Party was to strengthen the exchanges between students from the Five Academy, so that the Five Academy has always maintained a good relationship. "
"Oh, it's a pity that this tea party of the Fifth Academy was supposed to be a grand gathering for the students of the Fifth Academy, but now it has become a stage for the Fifth Academy to show off their muscles."
Zhong Qi sighed and Zeng Xiangteng stopped talking. As for Zhang Wuyan, he was still immersed in the joy of meeting Ci Qibai, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Ci Song didn't know about the conversation between Zeng Xiangteng and Zhong Qi, so he climbed up on his own. Since he stepped onto the 715th step, he could feel that his body was under tremendous pressure, and his limbs His body felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, and his internal organs felt as painful as being pricked by needles.
"Sure enough, this pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear. It is really too heavy."
Ci Song clenched his teeth and clenched his fingers. His white palms turned yellow due to excessive exertion. He was under tremendous pressure and climbed up with difficulty.
It's just that this pressure is indeed beyond his tolerance.
"If this continues, I will definitely collapse."
Ci Song knew in his heart that his talent was indeed very good, but after all, he was only twelve years old and his body was still developing. It was too much to put him under such great pressure now.
"I don't believe in this evil anymore." Ci Song roared, and he felt a surge of power in his body. The sound of dragons and phoenixes came to Ci Song's ears, and then
There was an extra force in his body. This force quickly traveled through his body, making his body seem to have been injected with a powerful force. The pressure that was originally unbearable was already against him at this time. He poses no threat.
The original fatigue and aches in Ci Song's body have all disappeared, replaced by a vibrant sense of strength.
"The roar of the dragon and the cry of the phoenix. The dragon's cry should be the dragon energy added to the body when the ink was poured into the ink. The phoenix's cry is the true phoenix blessing of Kong Sheng. Do they appear at this moment? Does it mean that under some high-pressure conditions, the dragon and phoenix's harmony can Improve my talent?"
Ci Song didn't know much about these things, but at this time the pressure on him had completely disappeared, so he quickened his pace and rushed all the way to the highest point, the 720th level.
When Ci Song reached the 720th level, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he suddenly found himself outside a courtyard.
This courtyard is antique, with green tiles and white walls, red lanterns hanging high, bluestone paving, and a leafy old tree in the middle of the courtyard that has grown for who knows how many years.
"Is this the tea shop on the 720th floor?" Ci Song muttered to himself. He looked up and saw five figures standing outside the tea shop. They were Bai Ye, Duanmu Qingcang, and the students from Confucius Saint Academy. Three personal descendants. Among these three biographies, one Ci Song knew was Senior Brother Wu who had fought against him before.
"Junior Brother Ci, you are indeed here."
Bai Ye came to Ci Song excitedly, with a look of joy on his face.
"Senior Brother Bai."
Ci Song nodded and said hello to Bai Ye, and then looked at Duanmu Qingcang and the three disciples of Confucius Saint Academy. Their eyes were all focused on the tea shop not far away.
Ci Song also immediately cast his gaze over. He wanted to see what was hidden in the tea shop on the 720th floor.
But when Ci Song looked at the tea shop, his body trembled violently. Countless pictures appeared in his eyes. Sanskrit sounds seemed to ring in his ears. His body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible whirlpool. Devour him.
Ci Song felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body. He looked at his body and the back walking forward, and the feeling of powerlessness and fear surged into his heart like a tide.
"What's going on?" Ci Song wanted to scream, but he found that he couldn't even scream. All his senses seemed to be deprived of the invisible vortex.
Just in a daze, Ci Song felt that he had come to a chaotic world. There was no time and space in this world, only endless chaos.
"wake up."
Bai Ye's voice reached Ci Song's ears, and Ci Song suddenly woke up and was sweating profusely.
"This...what on earth is going on?"
Ci Song stared at the tea shop, his hands clenched tightly, and the white palms had turned pale.
The scene just now was too real, so real that Ci Song couldn't explain it with common sense. He seemed to have really entered an illusion, an illusion born from the heart.
"Junior Brother Ci, are you okay?"
Bai Ye looked at Ci Song, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
"fine."
Ci Song took a deep breath, and then shook his head. Ci Song didn't understand what happened to him just now.
"It's a mirage. Everything you experienced just now is just illusion." Bai Ye said slowly.
"Why does this mirage appear here?" Ci Song was very puzzled.
Bai Ye explained: "It should be Kong Sheng's mount, left behind by Mirage Dragon."
"That's it." Ci Song nodded.
Then he began to observe the other four people standing motionless outside the courtyard. Ci Song found that although their eyes were open, there was no sparkle in their eyes, which could even be said to be empty.
"What happened to them?"
"They have begun the final assessment, the final trial from Lord Silence."
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