"Do you think those who choose to give up really left?"

After being silent for a long time, Ding Yan suddenly asked. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Hearing this, the movement in Xie Yan's hand suddenly paused, his eyes flickered, and a thought crossed his mind.

If you give up, can you really leave?

"You may have noticed it, too." Ding Yan was still talking to himself, and he didn't mind that Xie Yan didn't listen to it anymore.

"We are trapped in the water prison, which is the assessment of the ninth mountain, but if this is really the assessment. So what is the assessment? Let's wait to die? Or do you force us to give up? ”

Ding Yan's question is exactly where Xie Yan's doubts lie.

Since it's an assessment, how can it be possible to let everyone die? If it was just for the sake of killing, there was no need for the people of the Ninth Mountain to waste this energy, with the strength of their immortal cultivators, if they wanted to kill these tens of thousands, they could do it with a wave of their hand.

"I don't know how long you'll be able to hold out, but I'm almost at my limit."

Ding Yan's voice was still clear, but Xie Yan sensed the weakness hidden in it.

In fact, not only Ding Yan, but Xie Yan himself is no better, although there is a black book exercise to extract aura, but his body is also about to reach the limit, according to this consumption calculation, Xie Yan estimates that in five days at most, he will be trapped in a cage like those people, turning into corpses, and becoming food for snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"The aura in the air is getting thinner and thinner, and at this rate of dissipation, it will take another three days at most, and I will die after three days." Ding Yan's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and finally he was silent.

Xie Yan paused for a moment and continued to study the puppet technique.

After another three days, Ding Yan was completely out of breath, and with his death, Xie Yan felt more and more lonely, as if he was the only one left in heaven and earth.

On the fourth day, Xie Yan couldn't feel the existence of the aura at all.

After losing his aura, his body weakened sharply, and even his consciousness blurred, and at this moment, a voice appeared in his mind again.

"Give up, and you can live."

The voice is the assessment of people.

Xie Yan didn't respond to him, his consciousness was about to dissipate, but the obsession in his heart became more and more obvious. Perhaps at first, Xie Yan was just unwilling to be willing to spend dozens of years of cold and summer, and then turned into loess before embarking on the road of cultivating immortals. But after really embarking on this road, he realized that cultivating immortals, sometimes, is more about cultivating the mind and asking the mirror.

Stay alive.

Survived the curse of the Black Book ten times, and then knew everything, so that on this day, I can no longer cover my eyes.

This time, the examiner seemed to be very patient, and did not disappear after speaking, but stayed behind and continued to ask.

"Why cultivate immortals?"

Why?

In his vague consciousness, Xie Yan himself also had this question, but he quickly had an answer in his mind.

In order to seek eternal life, in order to solve the confusion in the heart.

Life is in a hurry, dozens of cold and summer. Who doesn't have regrets? After a hundred years, a handful of loess, called heaven and earth, can be described as a mayfly, how can there be no regrets.

"Poor Taoism has been cultivated for 1,600 years. Cultivation ranks first in the mountains and seas, and so far no one has heard of immortals, and no one has become an immortal. I have heard that there are people in the north of the mountains and seas who take robbery as the way, and call it scattered immortals. But even if the immortals are scattered, there is a time when the longevity is exhausted, and the catastrophe of a thousand years is more like a curse. The theory of immortality can be described as slim. ”

Speaking of this, the assessor deliberately paused a little and asked again.

"So, you still want to cultivate immortals?"

In this way, you still want to cultivate immortals?

"If you give up, you will be liberated, and I promise you a lifetime of glory and a hundred years of wealth."

"Immortal ..... If there is no way, I will cut through the thorns and thorns to open a way, if there is no immortal in the world, let me come to the immortal, if no one is immortal, I will be the first person to live forever. ”

Xie Yan raised his head, only to feel that his head was incomparably clear at this moment. In an instant, this thought became extremely firm in Xie Yan's heart, and all the confusion he had once was gone. Questioning the heart and firming up the Dao fruit, perhaps this is the real purpose of this level.

"So, the poor knows!"

The sound was gone again.

On the fifth day, Xie Yan, who had no aura to replenish, lost his last consciousness.

At the moment of death, Xie Yan's soul floated away from his body and was suspended above the corpse. Beneath the soul is the corpse that gradually freezes after losing its vitality. It was a strange feeling to look down on his corpse from the perspective of a third person, but Xie Yan didn't find it strange.

At the moment of death, he finally saw through the truth of this third level.

Dreamland!

The illusion of being realistic to the extreme, to be precise, from the moment they saw the third gate, the assessment had already begun, and their true bodies were still sitting in front of the third gate, but their consciousness was ingested into the illusion. This illusion and reality are combined together, both true and false, and even Xie Yan didn't notice it.

After death, Xie Yan's consciousness still did not return to his body, and his illusion was not broken, but his soul stayed above the corpse, floating alone.

Cultivation is lonely.

People who can't even adapt to loneliness can never become truly strong.

The top of the ninth mountain.

A Tsing Yi Daoist appeared at the top of the mountain, he isolated himself from the clouds, looking down at all the people below, and behind him stood the Crane Daoist and the black-clothed young man sitting on the head of the python.

These two people stood behind the people in Tsing Yi, with respectful expressions and disciple salutes.

"It's been three days, and someone has held out for three whole days." Chenghe Daoist couldn't help but speak.

"Three days of reality, a hundred years of illusion, and the will of a mere mortal can be imagined to persist for a hundred years." The young man in black was also moved.

In their eyes, the illusion is a picture.

In these scenes, everyone who participates in the third level is immersed in it. Faced with the dilemma of the water prison, these people made their own different choices, and the vast majority of them chose to give up. After these people gave up, they were sent out of the ninth mountain as they imagined and lived an earthly life.

It's just that at this time, they are still in the illusion, a worldly world compiled by the illusion.

A hundred years of life is like watching flowers.

Some people have prosperous official fortunes, and some people have bad luck and become destitute, and some people even anger Tianyan and were exterminated by the nine clans.

It's like a dream, a hundred years have passed, and no one has found out, and they are still in a fantasy world.

A hundred years have passed, and most of the people who chose to give up at the beginning have become ancient, turned into loess, forgotten by the world, and those who survived are also dying. Occasionally, someone would look up in the direction where the Ninth Mountain was located, and regret it in their hearts. Maybe back then, if they didn't make the choice to give up, they would have become immortal cultivators now.