On the fifth floor, two monks were working together to fight a fierce monster.
The monster beast was huge, with four legs and two wings. It was surrounded by wind and thunder, with fire under its hooves, and purple gold horns on its head. It looked majestic and extraordinary.
The two monks were beaten by the monster and could only parry but were unable to fight back. One of them complained: "Why hasn't anyone come up below? It's just the two of us. How can we survive this time?"
Another person said: "You have to fight even if you can't beat it. It's hard to reach the fifth floor so quickly this time. Even if it's not as good as the previous geniuses, there will be rewards as long as it reaches the top ten, so we must hold on!"
"You said it easily...eh? Someone is coming up?!"
The man looked at Jing Yingrong who appeared on the fifth floor in surprise.
Jing Yingrong glanced at the two of them, and her eyes fell on the monster.
The monster roared loudly, leaving the two of them behind, and rushed towards Jing Yingrong unstoppably. A ball of light arc quickly formed on the tip of its horn.
Jing Yingrong pointed her hand, and Yun Luo flew up, stretched like a sharp sword, and instantly penetrated the monster's body.
All movements of the monster immediately stopped, like a frozen picture, and then the picture gradually fell apart and turned into smoke.
Yun Luo returned to his arms, and Jing Yingrong's eyes moved upward.
On the central dome, strange lights flashed, and a small statue of a monster slowly lowered. The appearance of the statue is the same as the monster beast just now, just like the monster beast after shrinking.
The statue fell to the ground and emitted a beam of light that connected above. The beam of light quickly expanded into a beam of light, and the upper end of the beam of light swayed with colorful light like water waves.
Mirror Yingrong walks into the light column, slowly rises in the light column, and disappears into the colorful light.
The two monks didn't wake up from the shock until now.
"Who is this?!"
"Whoever she is, just follow her first, otherwise the simulacrum will come out again later."
A monk rushed towards the light pillar impatiently, but was held back by another man.
"Why are you so anxious? It will take at least half a quarter of an hour after the simulacrum is killed to appear again. This person is so strong. What if he doesn't like us and is worried that we will occupy the rankings, so what should we do if we get out first?"
"Well... you are right. Then let's wait."
Therefore, when Jing Yingrong arrived on the sixth floor, she was the only one on the entire sixth floor.
The sixth floor is a maze.
This maze is made of a material that exhibits a mirror effect, which not only reflects the scene in detail, but also has the effect of isolating spiritual consciousness. In addition, the maze is also filled with large and small spherical polyhedrons, which also have a mirror effect.
When monks are in such a maze, it is easy for them to get completely lost and wander around in it, unable to find the exit for a long time.
As soon as Jing Yingrong reached the sixth floor, what he saw in his eyes were countless "selves" in all directions in the sky and on the earth.
She frowned rarely, and there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
Ji Yanzhu: "Ah, I'm angry."
A trace of cold murderous intent suddenly came out of its sheath, and in an instant, countless cracks appeared on all the mirror surfaces.
Blah blah blah...
In the dense crisp sound, the entire maze shattered, and then was crushed to pieces without even a trace left.
If the maze no longer exists, there will be no exit. Jing Yingrong teleported directly to the seventh floor.
Ji Jie Bi hesitated and said: "I know you don't like it, but wouldn't it be bad to just destroy it like this? It is the sect's property after all."
Jing Yingrong was silent for a moment and said, "I have recovered."
On the sixth floor, when the two monks came up, they didn't see the maze and couldn't help but look at each other.
"What happened? Where did the Palace of Mirrors go?"
"Isn't it because the mechanism has been changed?"
"Huh? Then we are not..."
Halfway through the words, the maze appeared.
The field of vision was filled with countless "selves", and the two monks were immediately dizzy and could no longer care about anything else.
At present, Wu Yaochen, Yin Xueze, Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui have reached the eighth floor, so there is no one on the seventh floor.
Three chess pieces appeared in front of Jing Yingrong. Two of them had numbers engraved on them, namely "one" and "four", while the other one had nothing on it.
Then another opaque box appeared, the chess pieces fell into the box, the box closed, and then split into three small boxes.
Three small boxes floated quietly in front of Jing Yingrong.
Ji Sha Jian: "What do you mean, you are asked to choose one?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know, Shu Pinghui didn't say."
Shu Pinghui was interrupted by Lan Chucui before she could talk about the rules of this level.
Without thinking much, Jing Yingrong casually took it to the small box in the middle.
As soon as her fingertips touched the box, the small box opened automatically, and a chess piece flew out with "one" engraved on it.
The power of restraint is activated.
"..."
Jing Yingrong looked at the giant cauldron not far ahead with an expressionless expression.
This is the ground floor.
The ground floor was empty at this time.
Ji Jie Bi suddenly said: "It turns out that the number represents the number of layers."
Ji Yanzhu: "Isn't there another one without a number?"
Ji Sha Jian sneered: "That means staying put, don't you understand this?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Didn't you just know that? You were asking just now."
Ji Sha Jian snorted.
Jijie Pen: "Want to climb it again?"
Jing Yingrong shook his head: "No need."
She took one step forward and returned to the seventh floor.
The three chess pieces and the box reappeared. This time one of the three still has no number, and the other two are engraved with "two" and "five" respectively.
After the three small boxes were split, Jing Yingrong's consciousness easily broke through the blockade outside the boxes, and the three chess pieces inside were clearly visible.
"This level is a test of the power of spiritual consciousness. Only by forcibly breaking through the blockade can you see the status of the chess pieces. If you rely entirely on luck, it would be too unreliable." Jijiebi said.
"Um."
Jing Yingrong responded, choosing the small box with smooth chess pieces.
Sure enough, this time she stayed where she was and was not teleported.
This happened again, and the third time, all three chess pieces had numbers on them.
Three, six, eight.
Jing Yingrong chose "eight".
After a flash of light, she appeared on the eighth floor.
Two pairs of eyes looked at her.
"Rong Rong!"
"Junior Sister Mirror?!"
Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui were facing each other, with a foot-high fusiform lens standing between them.
Jing Yingrong nodded to the two of them in response, then looked at the lens and asked, "How should I do this?"
Shu Pinghui said: "In the limited time, whoever can attack this thing with the highest damage can go up. I mean, are you too fast? It's obviously your first time here..."
Shu Pinghui pouted in dissatisfaction.
Lan Chucui's eyes were dark and she said nothing.
"I understand, thank you."
Jing Yingrong looked at the lens and raised her right hand.
At this time, she didn't know that her actions on the seventh floor had already caused an uproar outside the Qiong Tower.
