The endless feeling of suffocation sank into the bottom of his heart, making Feng Chenglin want to struggle to break through the water countless times.

But when Ling Luoyu's tragic situation came to mind, he gave up this kind of idea of life again.

If you can't be born on the same day and month of the same year, then you will die on the same day and month of the same year.

He must not let his brother go on the road alone and go to Huangquan alone.

The extreme suffocation caused his mind to begin to starve of oxygen, and endless hallucinations began to flash.

Just as his consciousness was about to collapse and fall into a deep sleep forever, his arm tightened, and a stinging pain spread from his forehead.

Almost instantly, his whole body felt as if he had been pierced by countless steel needles, and his heart ached.

In the midst of the extreme pain, all his consciousness instantly returned, and he screamed and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Ahh

The light in front of me was still so bright and soft, but it was no longer the color of gold, but a jumping candlelight.

In an instant, all memories began to return.

Gold, river water, supreme phantom spider, three less!!

Three less?!

Feng Chenglin's heart trembled again, and he instinctively touched the surroundings.

"Three less, three less?!"

"What about ......" The sour voice suddenly entered the ear, like a thunderclap.

Feng Chenglin trembled, and turned to look in horror.

Mo Xuanchen sat quietly on one side, holding a tea cup in his hand, but the streamer on the golden mask was not as bright as the luster under his eyes.

"Honorable ...... Your Excellency! ”

Feng Chenglin stumbled, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The corners of Mo Xuanchen's lips curled into a different smile: "I really didn't see that you could still die for her!" ”

The corners of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched, looking quite embarrassed.

"That...... We're not the same...... She and I are brothers......

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuanchen suddenly coughed, obviously not wanting Feng Chenglin to say too much.

"She's there, she hasn't woken up yet!"

Following Mo Xuanchen's nu lips, Feng Chenglin saw Ling Luoyu lying on one side.

On top of a round white jade cold bed, several of them lay there in a circle.

Except for Ling Luoyu, there was an old man in a white robe standing in front of the others.

Each white-robed old man put his hands on the foreheads of Wu Yefeng and the others, with different expressions.

Feng Chenglin looked at Mo Xuanchen cautiously, "...... them What are you doing?! ”

"They are spiritual masters, and they are using their spiritual power to spy on their affairs in the illusion......"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but look at Ling Luoyu, and said in his heart that the two of them were hairy and no one snooped!

Before the thought was over, Mo Xuanchen's evil laughter had already entered his ears.

"Everything about the two of you in the illusion is what I personally peeped at!"

Feng Chenglin smiled dryly: "That's really an honor......

Fools can see that this Venerable is the tone of a vinegar jar.

His honor must have something to do with Ling Luoyu.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary to Ling Luoyu in the illusion world, otherwise it was estimated that he would have died at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The taste of this Venerable One is really unique.

He can come up with a game like Fantasy.

But then again-

"Your Excellency, this illusion ...... What is it? ”

"Illusion is an experience for you! It is also a necessary level to screen core disciples! ”

Feng Chenglin screamed and almost jumped up: "Core disciple?!" ”

He is now a brown-robed disciple, and he can't compete with the core disciple in terms of cultivation and ability, how can he come to the core disciple? !

Besides, the core disciples all started with Xuanhuang cultivation, how could they want him to cultivate as a Xuanhuang? !