The moon dew is half bent, the heaven and the earth are hazy, Wang Yiyou on the stage of Zhenhai Sect opened his eyes leisurely, only to see that his eyes were empty and dull, as if he had lost his soul, and after about thirty breaths, there was a little color in his empty eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After regaining his sanity, the first thing Wang Yi did was to scan the surroundings, and after seeing the familiar scene around him, Wang Yi exhaled with relief, and it was not until this moment that he was sure that he was really back.

After confirming the fact of his return, Wang Yi got up and stood, but I don't know if it was because it had been too long to incarnate as a white tiger, and Wang Yi, who had regained control of his physical body, actually had a sense of strangeness, so that he almost fell when he took the first step, but fortunately, this strangeness came and went quickly, and after a little adjustment, Wang Yi adapted to this change.

It was at this time that there was a surge of spiritual light on the manifestation platform, and Wang Yi was directly ejected from the manifestation platform, and when he appeared again, he was already a hundred meters away from the manifestation platform.

When the aura dissipated and Wang Yi was down-to-earth, a sudden breeze hit him, making Wang Yi shiver, although the gust of wind was subtle, there was a bone-penetrating cold, which was unbearable, and then a cold voice suddenly sounded in Wang Yi's ears.

"Name, branch, cultivation. ”

Hearing this voice, Wang Yi's heart jumped, and he suddenly looked up, only to see a young man holding a jade book standing in front of him and looking at him, there was a faint mist hovering around this young man, so that Wang Yi couldn't really see his face, but it didn't matter, because the red robe worn by the man had already made Wang Yi understand his identity, the elder of the Zhenhai Sect True Human Realm.

After confirming the identity of the comer, Wang Yi settled down for a moment, bowed down and replied:

"Yuheng True Yuan Monk Wang Yi visited the elder. ”

Hearing this, the man didn't speak, but a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Wang Yi, and it was this glance that made Wang Yi feel cold, and a feeling of being seen through rose in his heart, which made Wang Yi almost burst out the true qi in his body to protect himself, but fortunately, the man withdrew his gaze after taking a look at Wang Yi.

As if to confirm the authenticity of Wang Yi's words, the man raised his hand and recorded in the jade book:

Wang Yi, male, Yuheng lineage, the true Yuan period of the scattered human realm, ranked eleventh.

After writing it, the man put away the jade book and said to Wang Yi:

"You are ranked eleventh in this big competition, this is part of the reward you deserve, and the rest of the part requires you to go to the Hall of Merit to receive it after cultivating the secret techniques recorded in the jade slip, remember that the secret techniques in the jade slip must not be passed on, otherwise you will bear the consequences. ”

After speaking, the man waved his sleeves, and a jade bottle and a piece of jade slip appeared in front of Wang Yi, stretched out his hand to take these two things, Wang Yi bowed and replied:

"The disciples follow the teachings of the elders. ”

And when Wang Yi straightened up again, the man had already disappeared, and Wang Yi could only secretly sigh in his heart, the methods of a real monk are really unfathomable, not something he can spy on now, of course, this also makes Wang Yi more yearning for the realm of a real monk, it must be a new world.

Putting away the sigh in his heart, Wang Yi couldn't help but glance back at the manifest platform, only to see that under the cold moonlight, the originally lively and extraordinary manifest platform looked extremely desolate at this moment, with only ten lonely figures.

Seeing this scene and thinking about his eleventh ranking, Wang Yi understood the judging criteria for this competition, but it was precisely because of this that Wang Yi couldn't help but wonder, because in this way, luck and temperament seem to be far more important than strength.

Shaking his head, Wang Yi didn't think much about it, and directly released the Iron Feather Crowned Eagle and rode away, after all, he was just an insignificant little person in the Zhenhai Sect, all he could do was to listen to the arrangement honestly and cultivate in a down-to-earth manner, if he really wanted to make his voice heard, it would be at least something after he became a real person.

In fact, this Zhenhai Sect Great Competition is indeed very different from the past, the gap brought by the strength has been infinitely narrowed, mainly to examine the disciple's heart and luck, after all, if he really descends to the Ancient Desolate Realm, he is also a monk of the Scattered Human Realm, and the Crystal Monk does not have much advantage over the Enlightenment Monk, and the mind and luck are different, both of which can increase the possibility of the survival of the Descending Monk.

Of course, having said that, after all, the Crystal Cultivator has more advantages than the Spiritual Cultivator and the True Yuan Monk, but their advantage is not in the big competition, but in the cultivation of the Divine Soul Secret Technique after the Great Competition, this time the Zhenhai Sect selected the top fifty in the Great Comparison to give the Divine Soul Secret Technique, but in the end, I am afraid that there are few who can successfully cultivate, after all, the Divine Soul Secret Technique is notoriously rare and more difficult to refine, and the cultivator may put himself into it if he is not careful.

Compared to the Enlightened Cultivator and the True Yuan Cultivator, except for a few existences with extraordinary talents, the Crystallization Cultivator has more advantages in cultivating the Divine Soul Secret Technique, after all, their divine sense is stronger, and their cognition of the Divine Soul is much higher than that of the Spiritual Cultivator and the True Yuan Cultivator, of course, Wang Yi definitely belongs to one of the few existences.

Back at Qiushui Academy, Wang Yi did not meditate, did not cultivate, and did not check the rewards he obtained, but slept directly in his clothes, after all, although the time in the outside world was only a short half a day, Wang Yi's perception said that he had spent many years in the Ancient Realm, quite a bit of a dream for a thousand years, at this time he was physically and mentally exhausted.

"Ahh

With an exclamation in his mouth, Wang Yi woke up from his dream, it was the second half of the night, under the moonlight, Wang Yi's face was as pale as paper, and there were large drops of sweat sliding down his forehead, looking overly frightened.

If Wang Yi's situation at this time appeared in a mortal, then this is not surprising, after all, mortals are uncertain, thinking a lot, and it is inevitable that they will be haunted by nightmares, but Wang Yi is a monk in the true Yuan period of the Scattered Human Realm, although he is not completely extraordinary, but his mind is stable, and he will never dream under normal circumstances, let alone have nightmares.

got up and came to the top of the platform, Wang Yi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and a wry smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, he knew that everything he experienced in the ancient desolate world was fake, just like a dream, but in the end, his body collapsed when he suffered a thunderstorm, and the pain of torn soul still reverberated in his mind, lingering like a nightmare, everything was so real, so terrifying.

Without any intention of sleeping, Wang Yi simply sat on the balcony, and began to run the Great Sun Guanxin Sutra in the moonlight, in order to stabilize his mind, and it was only at this time that he discovered the abnormalities in his sea of consciousness. (To be continued.) )