Xie Zhenghong walked in along the sad gate, and in front of him was a long tunnel, and there was no end in sight. The two stone doors behind him slowly closed, obscuring out the remaining light.

It was empty, and a stone gate seemed to separate the two worlds. Here, a chill can be felt all over the body.

This is rare for monks, and after the foundation is built, monks will hardly worry about the changes in cold and summer temperatures, and their aura will protect them. Then, Xie Zhenghong found that the true yuan in his whole body was difficult to function, and he couldn't see the road one meter in front of him when he let go of his divine sense.

The strangest thing is that he can't even sense Wen Chunxiang's save.

It's a strange thing.

Even in the Xiangyue Relic Mansion, nothing like this had ever happened. Could it be that this place is more mysterious than the Moon Relic Mansion? This doesn't make sense.

Xie Zhenghong stood in place and thought about it, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curved.

He had already guessed a few clues.

In less than a while, the entire tunnel was headed by Xie Zhenghong's place, and one after another night pearls lit up from both sides of the tunnel, illuminating a qiē in the tunnel at this moment, and even emitting some weird red light.

All of them are revealing that this is a huge illusion.

Xie Zhenghong looked down and saw that there were countless corpses and blood paved roads on the ground.

The corpses had not been turned into dry bones, they seemed to have just died, their faces were pale, and their internal organs were flowing all over the ground. Xie Zhenghong's feet are a heart, which has been trampled on. The dark red stuff like a bloody mess sticks to the soles of the feet, and it's disgusting.

Such a vivid and direct scene will bring many visual impacts. Most of the monks who came to the Broken Dust Temple to recruit disciples were between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period, in other words, they lacked experience and few monks with strong nerves. Seeing such a scene unexpectedly, I am afraid that it will cause great pressure in my heart.

I'm afraid, this is the end of the horse.

"Amitabha." Xie Zhenghong lowered his head and said a word, without looking at the corpses on the side, and continued to move forward along the place illuminated by the Night Pearl.

Xie Zhenghong stepped on the minced flesh of these corpses, and he could hear the sound of many things popping with a creak. The further I went, the stench of the corpses grew stronger. Although the monk's spiritual power and divine sense were blocked, the sensitivity of his nose was many times that of a mortal. The smell that was infinitely amplified by the sense of smell rushed so suddenly, Rao is Xie Zhenghong couldn't help but stop, and cleaned up his mood a little before continuing to move forward.

After walking through these mountains of corpses and sea of blood, the scene began to change.

When Xie Zhenghong realized it again, he found that he had turned into a fierce beast, and was dying on the ground, and there were several young monks in front of him, who were using magic tools to dig things out of their bodies.

This kind of pain is real, and I feel like my life is really hanging by a thread.

Xie Zhenghong could even feel the cold feeling brought by the passing of blood in his body, this kind of tension that life was passing without being able to do anything about it, almost made the pain in Xie Zhenghong's body overcome!

"Tsk, Nedan is so small?" The monk took out a gray bead the size of a thumb cap from Xie Zhenghong's body and said disdainfully.

"What, hate me?"

The monk laughed, his face was full of pride, and after speaking, he squeezed the gray Nedan hard, turned it into pieces, and then punched Xie Zhenghong's face, "The demon beast should have the appearance of a demon beast, but it is just a boring thing for us to provide Nedan." ”

This heavy punch knocked Xie Zhenghong's head to the side, and Xie Zhenghong only felt that his head was whirring, and he was a little blank for a while.

However, before Xie Zhenghong could finish reacting, the spirit sword in the monk's hand plunged into his eyes.

"Since your Neidan can't be used, you might as well test your eyes!"

At the end of Xie Zhenghong's consciousness, he only heard this one sentence.

……

The pain of being blinded in both eyes was still in his mind, and Xie Zhenghong opened his eyes and found that the scene had changed again.

"Miss, take a look, this is a high-grade magic weapon sent by the young master of the Wang family, and it is worth hundreds of spirit stones!" What is the little maid-like person talking to him enthusiastically?

Xie Zhenghong looked in the mirror......

Sure enough, it's a female figure.

It's not the second time I've been a woman, Xie Zhenghong is still relatively indifferent.

The female cultivator in the mirror looks quite delicate, but there is still no way to compare with the "Ah Hong" that changes with the ever-changing talisman.

Although Xie Zhenghong can realize that he is a woman, he is not the controller of this body.

To be precise, he witnessed this girl's life.

However, with the previous encounter with the demon beast, he also had some preparations for the urine nature of these illusions. It's about another poor man, let him come and experience all kinds of life. After all, at the beginning, the monk Shinichi also said that this sad door was used by their disciples when they experienced various lives.

Therefore, for these illusions, Xie Zhenghong can be regarded as prepared.

Sure enough, the scenes changed again.

The woman was a non-human, and was betrayed when she eloped with another monk, and was even locked up and sold as a furnace. In the end, I didn't have the ability to take revenge, not to mention, and I died very unjustly, and the last negative feelings were not good.

"You avenge me, avenge me!" Before the woman died, she kept chattering to Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong didn't speak.

"Why? You are me, don't you hate, don't you hate? The woman's resentful spirit couldn't stop shouting at Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong still looked at her quietly.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust. ”

"Stinky monk, you ...... You! The woman's resentful spirit changed color when she heard this, and suddenly wanted to rush towards Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong didn't dodge or dodge, the woman's nails were facing Xie Zhenghong's face, almost touching her face, but she suddenly stopped.

I don't know how long it took, but the appearance of the woman in front of her began to distort, and the whole scene changed again.

A burst of white light flashed, enveloping Xie Zhenghong's whole person.

"Your Majesty, there's another flood in the south!" An old minister knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, the Northwest Riot, Movement!" A military general then knelt down and said worriedly.

"Your Majesty, King Liang...... He's the opposite! ”

Xie Zhenghong calmly looked at these old ministers with eager faces, eager to come up and make decisions for him, and suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.

Odd.

What did you forget?

Xie Zhenghong rubbed his forehead, and countless memories suddenly poured into his mind.

His name is Xie Zhenghong, he is the emperor of this country, and he is now in the court.

The young man succeeded to the throne, the ministers of the court and the central government were intrigued, the queen mother was not his biological mother, and there were a group of younger brothers who were ready to rebel, it can be said that he was worried about these things every day.

It's just that I always feel like I've forgotten someone?

Xie Zhenghong glanced at his hand, there was nothing on it, and there were various wounds and calluses left by writing and practicing the sword on his hand.

Maybe I was too tired yesterday to have such an illusion.

Broken Dust Temple, Xuren real place.

The kind-faced Xuren Zhenren's fingers lightly swiped the three words "Pei Yuyun", and suddenly his heart moved.

Before this disciple recruitment meeting, Xuren Zhenren vaguely felt that this disciple recruitment had some cause and effect with him, so he took the initiative to undertake this matter. Sure enough, Pei Yuyun's appearance also proved that his hunch was not wrong.

However, at this moment, his heart suddenly became chaotic again.

Xuren Zhenren put the white jade board aside and secretly calculated, now the selection of disciples outside should be in the trial of the Sorrowful Sect now.

The higher the cultivation, the more subtle the senses will be when they encounter things that are closely related to them. Because of the Taoist system, this kind of induction is much more obvious than that of ordinary monks.

Pei Yuyun's matter has already responded to Xuren Zhenren's conjecture, but at this moment, there has been a change.

Could it be that something went wrong in the gate of sorrow?

Xuren Zhenren's complexion changed, and they didn't dare to say that they understood it very clearly in the Broken Dust Temple.

At the beginning, the resentment of the demon beast died was too great, and the ancestor was not completely purified, and the construction of the sad door was also presided over by a powerful person in the big world, only saying that this sad door can be used as a place for disciples to exercise, so many years, because nothing has happened, so everyone has put down their hearts about the existence of the sad door, and they don't think it's strange.

However, he couldn't say what was inside the sad gate.

This time for the disciple trial, at first, he did not agree to let the monks who had not yet entered the sect go to the sorrowful trial. However, one of the elders said that the presiding officer was moved. Now the Wufu Temple and the Broken Dust Temple have begun to compete for monks together, if it is not for the hard training and selection, in the next big competition, the Broken Dust Temple, which is not easy to establish prestige, will return to its original appearance.

Xuren Zhenren got up and stood up, and walked towards the management formation of the Sorrow Gate, maybe something could be found from there.

In the sad door, Wen Chunxiang also looked very melancholy at the moment.

"Little monk, little monk!"

Wen Chunxiang had already called Xie Zhenghong several times, but Xie Zhenghong's whole person seemed to be sane and was completely motionless, and from the moment the stone door was closed just now, the whole person suddenly became motionless.

This Compassion Gate is just a cultivation place in a small temple, and even if there is any ability, it is impossible to attack a monk who comes to select disciples, unless, the prohibition here is touched, or Xie Zhenghong's fault is discovered.

But it can't be!

Even if Xie Zhenghong is the reincarnation of a great power, he is only a Jindan stage monk now, and it is impossible to touch any prohibition inexplicably. The monks in front were all fine, and it didn't make sense that Xie Zhenghong suddenly became different.

Wen Chunxiang floated out of the ring, squinted slightly, and looked at the empty stone room.

Over here...... It's weird.

Wen Chunxiang touched his chin and pondered for a while, not knowing what came to mind, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

What happened to the little monk wouldn't be because of him, right?

Although it is now in a state of distraction, it is still the cultivation of the god transformation period......