On the first mountain, there is a small pavilion, and there are five Yuanying monks who talk and laugh in the pavilion. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Who do you think will be the first climber?" A white-robed monk sitting in front of the table wearing a small sword of Sanqing, twisting a green fruit, slowly looked at everyone.

"Sect Master, I see that there is a high chance of white dyeing during the day." Jian Mei said so, and then took a sip of tea,

"I think the probability of Hou Qing is also quite high, this person is in the late stage of foundation building, and he is experienced, so he will not be lost in the illusion for too long." Another green-bearded and white-haired veteran interjected.

Hou Qing in the mouth of the master of the Fourth Mountain Gate is the most outstanding disciple in the assessment on the second day, and Hou Qing happened to be assessed by him the next day, so he naturally has to praise it in his mouth.

"No, according to the old body's opinion, my family's Yuanfu is good, with a phantom body, and has begun to practice my second mountain's phantom sword technique for two days, how can it be compared to those uncivilized boys?" An old woman opened her voice, don't look at the old and withered yellow, but from her demeanor and demeanor, you can see how graceful the demeanor of the year was, every move is full of nobility, if you put it in a young age, this nobility will be transformed into charm.

The door master of the third sword peak had a dark face, he was originally in charge of the first day, but he didn't come up with a ghost female cultivator, so he was snatched away by the phantom peak of the second mountain.

"I said that the master of the five sects, it's not okay to have two good disciples alone, you have to divide one of me, white dye or daytime, you choose one for me." The three sect masters had no good disciples to accept, so they had to pull down their faces and ask the old man of Jianmei.

"This ...... Let me think about it. ”

"Well, you don't have to fight about it, let's see how they actually perform."

The sect master of the first mountain finished eating the green fruit, then opened his hand and called, and four white clouds flew out and soared outside the small pavilion, and then a scene of cyan water was revealed inside the white clouds.

The water surface rippled, and then a fantasy scene was revealed, and then it changed rapidly, the scene changed, one after another, and finally changed to the Tianjiao who were favored by the masters of each sect.

But only the fourth white cloud did not find the figure of Bai Zhan.

Seeing this, the old man frowned and muttered, "Huh? Could it be that this white dye didn't go in? ”

And Bai Ran, who was favored by the old man of Jianmei, was stunned for a moment in an illusion.

I saw that the old ghost of the cloud and mist dissipated behind the cloud and mist like a cloud and mist, and the cloud mountain next to it quickly disappeared, and the land under his feet, the clouds and mist in the heaven and earth, and the blue sky above his head, all returned to nothingness.

In the midst of nothingness, darkness revealed its true face. In its darkness, there is a road to the sky, blue and white jade steps, paved in the void, a thousand steps, all the way to the depths of darkness, where there seems to be a bridge, waiting for Bai Dye to step on.

Obviously, the illusion of the road to heaven has ended, and Bai Ran has successfully passed the first level of conscience.

However, Bai Ran's whole person is still in a state of ignorance, the so-called conscience, what did he ask, Bai Ran seems to have passed without doing anything, could this be related to the weird cloud old ghost?

In his ignorance, Bai Ran subconsciously looked at his storage bag, he remembered that the old ghost of the cloud mist had sent the plate into it at the end of the illusion, but he didn't know if it was true or fake.

"This is, Xuanyin Flower!" Bai Ran glanced at it, and suddenly stirred up turbulent waves in the Soul Sea World, and his heart beat faster, even he couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes.

He burrowed his consciousness into the storage bag again, and the scene remained the same, there was a tray in the storage bag, there were two dark blue Xuanyin flowers, one was fully blooming, and the other was in a budding state, only to see this flower swaying gently, as if beckoning and smiling at him.

"What the hell." Bai Ran muttered to himself, poked his hand in, and the trick of concealment swirled around the mouth of the storage bag, just in case it was seen.

With a light touch, the creepy is terrifying, this is the feeling of a physical object, it seems that this illusion is also true and false, just like the words of the old ghost of the clouds, the illusion is real and false.

At the same time, a strong feeling came over me, as if I wanted to eat.

This is a desire to devour everything in the world, and it is so extreme that it is bound to devour everything. Bai Zhan reflexively withdrew his hand and slashed away at the thought in his heart, which disappeared without a trace.

It's terrifying, is the Cloud Ancestor sending the real thing across the illusion?

Or did a certain master of the Sword Xing Sect secretly send something?

Although these reasons are very nonsense, Bai Zhan's intuition tells Bai Zhan that it seems that the probability of the first reason is relatively high.

Because the masters in the Sword Xing Sect are like clouds, it is inevitable that they will notice if they send something, it is impossible to be the master of the sect, and at the same time, it is also impossible for the ancestor of the Sword Xing Sect to pinch him, because it is really as simple as pinching an ant when others pinch him, and it is not very reasonable to look at him.

On the other side, the small gazebo of the first mountain.

"Huh? Bai Ran has finally stepped into the illusion, hey, isn't this the road to heaven? Have you already broken the illusion, it's really fast enough. The third master stared at the fourth white cloud, and finally saw the face of the white dye.

I saw this black-haired young man, with a delicate face, quite handsome, and a faint mist in his eyes, making people unable to see his pupils clearly.

"This son, I want it."

Just as the third door master wanted to say this, an undoubted voice sounded, and contrary to his meaning, the surrounding breeze danced, making people feel like they were in the breeze.

The third master turned his head, and his chubby face suddenly seemed to choke on eating a pear.

"Third child, I'm talking about daytime longitudinal." The sect master twisted a green plum this time and said lightly.

At this time, Bai Baizong had already broken through the illusion, stepped out, the surrounding scene changed, and he saw the real road to heaven.

However, next to this bluestone white jade step, he actually saw the first step of Bai Dye on another road to heaven, which showed that Bai Dye's speed was faster than him.

This made him angry and angry at the same time, but also secretly cheered up, not afraid of meeting the clown who jumped off the beam, he was afraid that he would have no opponent in life, and now this powerful opponent made him feel pressure, put away that arrogance, and stepped past Bai Ran and surpassed him.

"Bai Ran, wait to surrender under my sword!" During the day, he whispered and looked to the top of the road to the sky, where there was a looming bridge of mahogany beams.

When Bai Ran heard this, he suddenly woke up from his contemplation, and then suppressed those thoughts, remembering that he was still in the trial, so he rushed to catch up.

Taking the first step, Bai Dye suddenly felt the extraordinaryness of this bluestone white jade step.

Each bluestone step exudes a misty brilliance, and the white dye pounces into it, feeling like being thrown into the paste, and it is difficult to walk, and with each step, the resistance will increase by one point.

"Bai Ran, let you see what is called the gap between people!" Bai Bai Zong noticed that there was movement behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that on the road to the sky next to him, Bai Ran had moved. After sensing the crisis, he resolutely decided to use the power of the sword technique he had learned for the first time.

Sou!

I saw that the misty Qinghui next to the daytime was lined up, and a sword qi rushed out of the body, rolling up a small breeze, and during the day, the longitudinal footsteps were light, and the brush sprinted upward, pulling dozens of steps at once!