The Ghost Art Pavilion is located in the eighteen halls of ghosts on the ground, the only passage between the halls and the halls. The passage is in the shape of a vortex, spiraling down from the surface, like a spinning top, just like the structure of the entire country of the underworld, looking at it from the flat ground, it is bottomless, pitch black, like a black hole.

The Ghost Art Pavilion is a place where the ghosts and creatures practice spells, and it is divided into eighteen levels according to the level of the living beings' cultivation, so it is also called: Eighteen Pavilions of Ghost Arts.

As the first hall, the Hall of Eternal Life naturally corresponds to the first of the eighteen pavilions of ghost arts. The spells taught in this pavilion are the most basic earth ghost illusions, such as basic flying techniques, flash techniques, yin and yang eyes, etc. Most of these illusions are defensive illusions and are not offensive in any way.

The so-called self-protection against the enemy, if you want to protect the enemy, you must first protect yourself.

The creatures cultivating in this first pavilion are all mortals and ordinary elementary flowers and animals.

At this time, Ye Thorn, Jing Wei and Xin Tong had been following Nan Xian'er and the cook in the first pavilion for nearly half a day. The pavilion was dimly lit, and unsurprisingly large enough to make people dumbfounded, as big as Qingyun Peak in the Tianshan Mountains, except that this was an upside-down Qingyun Peak.

Jing Wei didn't remember how many floors they had walked down from top to bottom, only to see that each layer was in the shape of a ring, the ring was very large, the distance was very long, and the legs were sore, but fortunately, the circumference of each layer was shorter than the previous one.

Each floor was crowded with living beings, resulting in an extremely narrow space for walking, and Jing Wei and the others had to be very careful to walk sideways in order not to get into contact with the surrounding creatures.

Xintong saw that most of these creatures were sitting cross-legged on the ground, and most of the flowers and trees that could not walk were squeezed to the edge of the wall. They all had different appearances, and the illusions they practiced were also different, but Xin Tong clearly felt that the aura here was much more alive than the suffocating "Eternal Desert" just now.

"Senior brother, do you say that if we die, we will also cultivate in this kind of place?" Xin Tong's words were passed on to Jing Wei through the strands of hair that they were connected at this time.

"If I say it, I will definitely be able to kill directly to the thirteenth hall. Jing Wei said calmly.

Xintong was puzzled, "How did you know so accurately that it was the thirteenth hall?"

The corners of Jing Wei's eyes curved, and he said with a smile: "Isn't the thirteenth hall boss a flying wolf? A flying wolf that can be won by junior sisters, how can I lose, senior brother? I won't smash my master's signboard." As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Thorn proudly, and at this time, Ye Thorn was connected to them because of his hair, so he naturally heard Jing Wei's words, smiled faintly, and nodded.

"What about me?" Xin Tong asked eagerly, pulling Jing Wei's clothes.

Jing Wei coughed and said unhurriedly: "If you say, I guess you can only stay here." ”

Xintong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he hurriedly stepped on Jing Wei's kick, Jing Wei was defenseless, because Xintong's kick was really strong, so Jing Wei couldn't help it, and screamed out with an "ah", and his face twitched a little.

Although they were very noisy because they were too crowded at this time, Jing Wei's shout still made Nan Xian'er in front of her suddenly stop and quickly turn around.

Ye Thorn Xintong was shocked, and Jing Wei was also busy covering her mouth. I saw that Nan Xian'er's eyes began to glow slightly, she saw from left to right, and from right to left, her eyes swept among the creatures behind her.

Ye Thorn held his breath, the hairs on his body stood up, and his hand couldn't help but grasp Xintong, Nan Xian'er undoubtedly opened her yin and yang eyes at this time.

Although at this time, Ye Thorn understood that the hidden spell of the red chain should not be able to resist the Yin and Yang Eyes, and also understood that even if she showed up, she would not really do anything to herself, not to mention that at this time, she still had an ancient artifact such as Lingsheng Jade in her body, which could be regarded as a triple guarantee, but at this time, Ye Thorn's heart still jumped unconsciously, and there was a feeling that she had done something wrong, after all, it was now that she broke into someone else's territory without saying hello, and she secretly followed her for so long like a stalker.

After a while, Nan Xian'er's eyes returned to normal, and the glimmer disappeared.

She couldn't help but wonder at this time, why was that voice just now so familiar, how did it look so much like Jing Wei, the eldest disciple of Wei Xi in front of the Tea Palace?

Nan Xian'er's memory is actually not outstanding, that is, the ordinary level, but she has a deep memory of Wei Xi, whom she admires very much, and the disciples she inexplicably accepted. Their backgrounds, physical characteristics, and illusions were all investigated very clearly by Nan Xian'er, and her memory was still fresh, after all, she regarded them as opponents, after all, her unattainable dream was easily realized by these people for no reason.

Nan Xian'er remembered the hundreds of years when she knelt in front of the Tea Palace, but she often saw the eldest disciple Jing Wei. He was the tallest of the five disciples, with long curly brown hair, large eyes, a large nose, a large mouth, large ears, and even more large claws when he turned into a lion.

So naturally, his voice is also very loud, and he always shouts when he cleans in front of the Tea Palace, and most of the shouting content is complaining that Xintong, who is not good at illusion, spilled wine on the corridor again, ruining the fruits of his hard work, so Nan Xian'er remembers Jing Wei's voice very clearly.

But none of these creatures in front of him are him, could it be that he is hallucinating?

But think about it, he has a high level of mana, and he doesn't go out of the Sacrificial Tea Palace all year round, so there is no reason to die at this time, and even if he dies, with his cultivation, he will be favored by the pavilion master of the Ghost Art Pavilion as soon as he comes, and he will stay directly in the lowest-level high-level cultivation room, and when the ascension ceremony begins, he will be directly promoted, how can he be crowded with these beginner-level creatures.

To say that among Wei Xi's five disciples, the only person Nan Xian'er was convinced before was Jing Wei. He usually seems to be careless, loves to make trouble and loves to play, but he is meticulous when practicing illusions, so his spiritual power is outstanding, his illusions are extremely accurate, and he usually has the bearing of being a brother.

Nan Xian'er remembered the first time she went to Qingyun Peak to apprentice, and walked all the way up, the mountain spirits waiting on the 10,000 steps, all who said bad things about their brothers and sisters, were all silently "disposed of" by an inexplicable spiritual power, either dumb or crazy, and couldn't help but wonder, who recited this spell? And it can actually cover the entire Qingyun Peak......

It wasn't until later that she came to the gate of the Tea Palace, and the antelope next to her, who was rejected by Wei Xi, couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and shook her sentence: "Where am I not as good as Xintong?

Wei Xi didn't say a word, so he closed the door, but Nan Xian'er saw Jing Wei, who was sweeping the floor in front of the door, and glared at the antelope, so the angry antelope instantly went crazy, scratching his body and laughing wildly, convulsive, and then suddenly was knocked down by a strong spiritual force, and then rolled down, Nan Xian'er looked at the antelope in such a daze, and rolled down the stairs with a grunt, until she rolled to the point where she couldn't see its shadow......

Nan Xian'er was secretly glad that she had a tight mouth, even if she looked down on Xintong like the antelope at that time, but fortunately she didn't say it directly, otherwise she would have become a crazy snake with scaly wounds all over her body when she heard it from the disciple in front of her.

But at that time, Nan Xian'er admired Jing Wei, thinking that if she could become his junior sister one day, she could be protected by him like Xintong. If he appeared here at this time, then he would definitely be unable to help but call him "senior brother", after all, Wei Xi's solemn and solemn voice that night still echoed in his ears: "From now on, you are my Wei Xi's apprentice, I hope you will live up to the empire, the teacher, and yourself." ”

Thinking of this, Nan Xian'er turned around and continued to walk forward.

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