"That's not right!"

In an instant, many old monsters exclaimed one after another. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There were even some family or sect monks who reacted from the shock of the Immortal Palace, and when they looked around, their faces suddenly turned ugly, and they called the names of their juniors.

"Hitomi, Hitomi!"

"Yang Tian is here?!"

However, no one answered, and even some old monsters directly took out the sound transmission jade slip, and when they found that they couldn't contact their juniors at all, their faces were so gloomy that they were about to drip ink.

Some casual cultivators were okay and continued to rush into the battle for the frog lantern.

"No! I've got to go find Hitomi! The old man's face changed from one rosacea to another, and finally he gritted his teeth fiercely and turned around and ran towards the temple gate.

Tong'er is his only blood relative now, and it is his flesh and blood!

It's just that at the moment when the old man was about to step out of the temple gate, the two thick doors suddenly closed with a bang!

A wave of qi was formed, and the rosacea old man was rolled back into the distance, until it hit a jade pillar and stopped.

"This!"

This scene shocked everyone again, and even those who were in the middle of the battle were also alarmed and stopped one after another.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, whirring and whirring, causing the frog lamps in this hall to flicker for a while, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

The scene suddenly became eerie.

Even if the people present are all old monsters who have lived for more than a thousand years, and their hearts are extraordinary, but under this yin wind, for some reason, they feel that their hairs stand on end, and their hearts palpitate for a while.

"Who's pretending?! Get out of here, old man! One yuan later, the old man drank coldly, and his eyes swept over the people present, but he did not find any suspicious people.

On the contrary, the voice formed an echo, which reverberated and spread over and over again in this hall, making the scene even more strange.

But suddenly, a light sigh came from the crowd: "It turns out that it has been calculated to such an extent......"

The sound seemed ethereal, sad, and ...... Abrupt, it instantly attracted the attention of everyone here.

Everyone looked at it, but it was a white-clothed scholar, looking young, looking like he was in his twenties.

But none of the people present dared to despise this person, just because of the aura of cultivation that this person exuded...... Beyond the Yuan Baby!

There were even a few half-step Mahayana beings in the crowd who were shocked at this moment, their pupils contracted violently, and they involuntarily retreated, unwilling to approach the white-clothed scholar, their eyes full of vigilance.

But someone still stepped forward, clasped his hands into fists and asked in a deep voice: "What do you say?" But what do you know? ”

Hearing this, the white-clothed scholar shook the folding fan in his hand, his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, with inexplicable unsettling pity, and only after a long time did he shake his head and sigh:

"What if you know? Don't know what? It's a foregone conclusion, and there is no way to change ......"

The sigh of the white-clothed scholar floated lightly in the hall, and such a reply made the faces of the monks present gloomy.

"What do you mean?" Despite the dissatisfaction, there were still people who suppressed their anger and continued to ask.

The white-clothed scholar raised his eyes and glanced at the person who was asking, but after staring for a long time, he still sighed, not only did not answer, but asked the people around him: "Do you think that the way of heaven is sentient ...... Or is it a ruthless ......? ”

As soon as these words came out, many people around looked at the white-clothed scholar with different eyes, this is an old madman, right?

But more people's faces were even darker, thinking that the white-clothed scholar was fooling them, and the anger in their chests surged, and just when many people were about to explode, the white-clothed scholar shook his head and continued to sigh:

"If you are ruthless, why did you try to save sentient beings in the first place? If there is affection, why do you feed on the common people as bait now? ”

The white-clothed scholar sighed step by step, his pace was slow, but when the words fell, he passed through the crowd and walked to the table and chair at the front of the hall.

The hot tea was still bubbling warm, and it was lightly lifted into the hands of the white-clothed scholar.

"Is it merciful or ......ruthless," the white-clothed scholar muttered, and then took a sip of hot tea before everyone could react.

Suddenly, the white-clothed scholar's whole person became blurred, flickering, and after a few breaths, he disappeared silently in front of everyone's eyes.

There is no fluctuation of any spell, and there is not the slightest fluctuation of space.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen instantly, and they suddenly exclaimed one by one as if they had seen a ghost:

"What's going on?!"

"Who's that man?"

But there were also people who moved to another table without saying a word, and took the teacup on it with lightning speed and poured it into their mouths.

It's just that the tea has cooled before entering the mouth.

I only drank a strange smell, and there was no other change.

This scene made the faces of the rest of the people change again, and some people moved to the rest of the tables to investigate in a few steps, but there was no more cup of hot tea.

When the last cup of cold tea was thrown to the ground angrily, a cold feeling came, and all the frog lamps were silently extinguished at this moment.

The hall fell into darkness in an instant, and then there was a terrible scream...... It sounded immediately.

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In the enclosed space, Su Jiu sat cross-legged, and at this moment, there were a few bloodshots in his eyes, frowning and constantly looking around.

Even in front of a wall, there was a spirit sword that had broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground.

There was even a residual blood stain on the green wall, which was the mark of a fist after a fist, which was left by Su Jiu when he bombarded the wall not long after.

However, even if Su Jiu used that Yellow Spring Nirvana to decide, he couldn't shake it by half a point.

"Trials...... Is it ...... a trial of mood? Su Jiu wiped the remaining blood stains on the back of his hand, and his heart gradually became clear.

Time always reflects everything.

Are you worthy of endless years of loneliness?

At this moment when Su Jiu came to his senses, there seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear, asking such a sentence.

Su Jiu was slightly stunned, then closed his eyes and crossed his knees into a state of cultivation.

Since it was a trial, there would definitely be an end of the day, and Su Jiu didn't think that this space could really lock her up for tens of millions of years.

There are no years of cultivation, and maybe before she wakes up from her cultivation, this state of mind trial will end.

Thinking like this, Su Jiu quickly calmed down and fell into cultivation.

At the same time, in the rest of the sealed space, almost all the monks chose this method and sank into cultivation with the same mind.

Only a few people were yelling in the space, their eyes were red, and they kept unleashing spells to bombard the walls, trying to escape from this strange space.

"Let me out!" A young monk yelled frantically, looking a little crazy, what the hell is this place? He's going out!

He's here to find the Immortal Treasure Immortal Method, not to waste time in this kind of ghost place!

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ps: Ask for a collection ~ ask for a recommendation ~ ask for a monthly pass ~ ask for a reward ~ (to be continued.) )