Shi Yu frowned, took out the Guangwen card, and estimated the time in his heart, "There should be a few days, as soon as we entered this level, we all entered the magic mirror, and I just woke up for a day." ”

Shen Bujiao asked with difficulty, "His illusion mirror, is it sad?"

Shi Yu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and was silent.

Min Lang's good-looking peach blossom eyes didn't seem so affectionate, his eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was difficult, "Qing Han, he, hey, since Beifang became famous in that battle and won the name of the gentleman's sword, his sword mansion was destroyed, I have never seen him smile sincerely." ”

The importance of the Sword Mansion to a sword cultivator is self-evident, as long as the monk who chooses to be a sword cultivator climbs the ladder, he has to endure the level of opening the Sword Mansion, and the main role of the Sword Mansion is to warm up the sword weapon.

Just like the talisman pen used when Fu Xiu draws talismans, the knife used for cooking should be maintained, and the sword can not only be used to warm the sword, but also improve the grade of the spirit sword, increase the carrying capacity of the natal spirit sword, and the spirit sword needs to be warmed by the monk himself in the process of warmth, which is also the connection between the sword cultivation and the natal spirit sword.

All in all, the Sword Mansion is very important to Sword Cultivation!

The Sword Mansion was destroyed, and the road ahead must be bumpy, there is no doubt about it, and this level can only be passed by himself.

Shen Bujiao disagreed: "Since he didn't see it, and this hurdle hasn't been crossed yet, why did he come to Xuanji Pagoda to participate in the trial? And choose such a dangerous limited mode, don't you know that there is a high possibility of encountering illusions in the trials? Illusions are very easy to hook out the demons in your heart!"

Shi Yu lifted his eyelids and said word by word: "If you don't break or stand, you will live to death." ”

She looked at Shen Bujiao, "Qing Han has been in the past twelve years since the battle in Beifang, and his cultivation has not advanced by half an inch. ”

What a proud person Fu Qinghan is, how can he endure such a self?

Rather than waiting for the reputation of the Junzi Sword to gradually lose its luster in the course of time, and he has changed from the pride of the sky to an ordinary monk who does nothing, it is better to fight to the death, if he wins, it is naturally the best, if he loses, he has no regrets or regrets.

Young people who have just understood a little bit of human affairs, experienced some setbacks and difficulties, and have not yet seen through the world, are like this, can be righteous and famous, and save face...... Easily give up your life, blood is up, what is life?

In their hearts, there are too many things that are more important than life, more precious than life.

Shi Yu's current cultivation is in the late stage of fusion, which is due to the fact that she has to cultivate both the sword and the body, and the aura required for promotion is far better than that of monks of the same level, Min Lang's cultivation is in the early stage of heartbeat, and Fu Qinghan has broken through to the middle stage of heartbeat as early as twelve years ago, with such a talent, how can he be willing to spend his life ordinary?

Shen Bujiao was silent, Fu Qinghan was as immobile as a mountain, at this time he could only rely on himself, no matter how much he said, it would be useless to say more, they couldn't really help him.

For now, there is only waiting.

Several monks who had been trapped in the illusion woke up one by one, and the shrouded fog dispersed a lot, and at least the figures of people a few meters away could be clearly seen.

Although a few monks have cleared the level, the person in charge of handing out the rewards has not appeared, so everyone is waiting.

Shen Bujiao had carefully read the information about the Xuanji Pagoda before, and knew that all the levels involving the illusion realm, either the number of monks reached the clearance requirements, or they could only wait for the end of the clearance time, during which the monks who successfully passed the illusion could successfully advance to the next level, and those who failed to wake up from the illusion had to wait until they were awake to be regarded as clearing, and if they couldn't pass the illusion, they could only stay here forever.

Fu Qinghan was still in a deep illusion, and Shen Bujiao paced back and forth, taking a look at the reactions of the other monks from time to time.

"Look at ......," shouted a monk who was already awake with his mouth wide open in surprise and pointed in one direction.

The trial space was originally quiet, and even if he spoke, it was only a whisper, and his exclamation really startled everyone, and all eyes were focused on the monk he was pointing at.

Shen Bujiao, Xing Yi, Shi Yu and Min Lang also looked over in unison, it was a female monk, young and delicate facial features, with a shallow sweet smile on her face, but the falling green silk was turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye, her tight and delicate face began to sunken, and wrinkles climbed up her cheeks.

All the awake monks stared intently at the female monk, and it didn't take long for the green silk to be dyed with frost, and her face became old, and time seemed to fast forward hundreds of years on her, her originally straight back gradually became rickety, her face was wrinkled, her eyes were still closed, and the small smile on the corner of her lips became bigger and bigger.

A thousand times drunk with a smile, floating and white-headed.

In the dream, she had spent the rest of her life, and finally, with a smile on her lips, she passed away satisfied.

A bold monk walked up to the friar, slowly stretched out his hand to probe her snort, and after a pause, closed his eyes, his voice a little trembling and heavy, "She...... Fallen. ”

Although she had already guessed when she was covered with frost and snow, when she suddenly heard the exact news, her heart still shuddered, and the sudden loss of life was always a regrettable thing.

The female monk had accumulated a hundred years of spiritual power, and the moment the monk told the news of her death, she gave back to heaven and earth.

At this moment, she was covered with frost and snow, her face was full of vicissitudes, and the corners of her lips were hooked, as if she was immersed in a sweet dream, and always will be.

Shen Bujiao lifted the white veil covering her eyes at the moment when her life withered, her light gray eyes were like the cleanest and clearest lake, and all the darkness was exposed in front of her eyes.

Shen Bujiao frowned secretly, it was not the passage connecting the Nine Shades to the Human World, she had walked through that passage, the Yin Qi was strong, it was impossible for her to not see the Yin Qi with her ghostly eyes, and this was completely different from what Xing Yi said to herself, Xing Yi didn't need to lie to herself in this regard.

So what the hell was going on with that passage just now?

In the past, because she was busy fighting monsters when she cleared the customs, even if the monk fell, she had no time to care, and she didn't know if this was the case when the other monks fell.

There is the first one to fall, and naturally there is also the second, Shen Bujiao's white veil has not been covered, his eyes keep scanning the situation in the trial space, and four more monks have fallen one after another, and the soul of each monk has been sucked into it by that strange whirlpool.

Shen Bujiao observed for a long time and found that it seemed to be ...... Formation?!

There's a formation that sucks the soul?!

She was frightened by her own speculation, was the entire Xuanji Pagoda shrouded in this formation, or was there only a limited mode, or could the scope be expanded?

Shen Bujiao's heart was shocked, no, she had to verify it.