At this moment, he didn't have time to fully recover, because the tenth layer of Xuan-level high-grade martial arts wouldn't be waiting for him there forever, and if he went in late, he wouldn't get anything.

He had to rush to the top, and yet he couldn't get behind the others.

The power of pure yang in his body surged, and he could only recover while walking. It was the first time for Lin Yichen to recover while walking, because he couldn't concentrate and couldn't control the Yuan Force in his body well, he was in danger, and his face was sometimes red, sometimes blue, sometimes white.

Seeing Lin Yichen's strange appearance, the war madman asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Lin Yichen didn't have the heart to speak, shook his head, and continued to hold back the operation of the exercises to recover, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

"After entering, we still take care of each other!" Sensing that Lin Yichen's state was not good, the battle maniac approached Lin Yichen, and the only thing he could do was to share some of the pressure as much as possible after entering the passage to the tenth layer.

The idea of a war maniac is good, but it can't be realized.

As soon as I stepped into the mist, the scene in front of me changed instantly, as if I had arrived in another world entirely, with thousands of miles of yellow sand, howling winds, and darkness, as if the end of the world.

There is no Lin Yichen by his side, and there is no one else, only himself.

And on Lin Yichen's side, there is no one around, and he is the only one in the vast world. It's just that the world where he is located is completely different from the yellow sand world where Liwei is located.

Between this heaven and earth, there is no yellow sand, only darkness, boundless darkness, countless hideous faces, spitting at him, scolding him for being a waste, scolding him for being a bad seed!

He had long been accustomed to such ridicule, but in this space, it seemed to hit the most vulnerable part of his heart, and he felt pain and helplessness.

He was born a waste, spurned.

Lin Yichen, who was already difficult to control the Yuan Force in his body, suffered a mental blow at this moment, and his heart trembled suddenly, and the operation of the exercises in his body was a little off track.

"Steady!"

He let out a low snort and stopped to calm himself. The divine soul regained its calmness and pulled the pure yang power in its body that was on the verge of going berserk back to its normal track.

"Hoo ——!"

Lin Yichen let out a long breath, and cold sweat was already on his back.

He raised his eyes again.

I saw that those hideous faces were no longer in the darkness, and there was only a huge palace in a distant place, like a mirage.

The palace occupies an extremely vast area, much larger than the Tianmu City, magnificent, magnificent.

Lin Yichen's heart trembled suddenly, the palace was quite far away, as if it was in the unreachable sky, but it gave him a sense of déjà vu.

That palace seems to be the place where he was born.

Uncontrollably with his feet uncontrollably out of his way, he was about to walk towards the huge palace.

"It's all an illusion!"

Lin Yichen suddenly punched, and the golden pure yang power shone brightly, like sunlight, instantly dimming the darkness around him.

At this moment, he had realized that the space he was in was a very special illusion space, and everything he saw was not real, but an illusion based on some of his memories.

If you follow the illusion, you will only sink deeper and deeper.

Although he couldn't think of a way to destroy the illusion for a while, he knew that he couldn't let his will be dominated by the illusion, otherwise he would be trapped in this illusion.

The power of pure yang in his body was agitated, and the unintentional punch just now made the surrounding darkness fade.

Lin Yichen suddenly had a bold idea, and the surging pure yang power in his body was brought out, even if he couldn't destroy the illusion, he could also resolve the danger of the Yuan Force in his body going berserk.

"Straight to the Yellow Dragon!"

The golden stick was smashed straight out, and a move in "Flirting with Yin" was performed, as if the golden snake came out of the hole, and the golden Yuan Li lingered like fire, exuding dazzling light.

"Whew-"

The misty darkness, as if it had met a nemesis, retreated rapidly, and the huge palace scene collapsed and dissipated, leaving only a gray and monotonous world.

"There's a play!"

With a slight raising of his eyebrows, Lin Yichen seemed to see hope, and he found that the power of pure yang seemed to restrain this phantom space.

So, he immediately ran the "Pure Yang Sutra" quickly, mobilized all the pure yang power in his body, and prepared to give this illusion the strongest attack.

The golden stick attacked, and countless golden yellow yuan power lingered like a snake, directly into the darkness, and then the light flourished, and thousands of golden rays of light erupted.

The space changed color, Lin Yichen's face was dyed golden, and the darkness subsided.

When Lin Yichen saw things clearly, he saw the cyan floor, the cyan walls, and the yellow scrolls hanging on the walls.

"The tenth floor?"

Lin Yichen was surprised, looked around, and found that the space he was in was very similar to the floor of the Deadly Library he had been to before, but for a while, he didn't dare to confirm it.

He couldn't believe it, and he just got to the top of the deadly library.

The level was silent, no one else, no one else but his own breathing, nothing else could be heard.

"Am I the first to come up?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Yichen was overjoyed, and his heart was pounding very unproductively.

On the cyan wall, the yellow martial arts scroll is particularly eye-catching.

There are only four scrolls hanging on the wall that is a hundred meters long, to say the least.

The four-grade martial arts are precious and rare, and the fact that Tianfeng Academy can hang out four on the tenth floor of the Deadly Library Building is already a super masterpiece.

Lin Yichen had already concluded that he was the first person to go up to the tenth layer, he immediately ran to a pair of scrolls, looked up, and saw three big characters written on the top - Heavenly Wind Decision.

Next are some drawings of spiritual veins and words of cultivation.

Obviously, this is an exercise.

Lin Yichen glanced at it and found that this four-grade exercise method described a total of eighteen methods for opening up spiritual veins, which was six less than his cultivation of the Pure Yang Sutra.

Although this exercise was not as good as the Pure Yang Sutra he cultivated, he still jumped up and took off this scroll. The Xuan-level lower-grade exercises are the treasure of the Zhenzong, even if you don't practice yourself, you can sell them for a good price.

Tightening the storage ring of "Heavenly Wind Decision", he immediately ran to the next scroll, and before the others could come up, he wanted to move quickly.

The second scroll is a sword technique, called "Frost Cloud Sword". In order to save time, Lin Yichen only glanced at it and put it away. Then he put away the third scroll as well, and immediately ran to the fourth.

The fourth scroll is a stick method, Lin Yichen was overjoyed, he didn't expect to be able to get a stick martial arts he liked, but after a closer look, he was stunned.

There is no name of martial arts on the scroll, only that it is written as a "Stick Law Fragment".

Lin Yichen took it in his hand and took a closer look, and found that there were not many stick moves on the scroll, and there were only three moves in total.

"Such a martial art, hanging on the tenth floor?"

Looking at this fragment of the stick method, Chen Shuo crooked his mouth, such a simple fragment, hanging with Xuan-level martial arts, is simply a cheat!