The gale soon subsided.

All around, there were already monks standing.

Inside and out, there are hundreds of thousands of people.

Above the sky, there are many people who walk in the air, some rely on secret methods, and some rely on the power of heaven and earth.

"It is worthy of the Fengqi Conference, although it is held once a year, but there are many people who come every time, and even the celestial beings are more than 100. Wang San looked around, and his gaze fell on those celestial beings who were walking in the air.

The Fengqi Conference has little attraction to enlightened beings, but it has a deep temptation for celestial beings.

Of course, there are more monks in the two realms of real people and masters.

Among them, most of them are disciples of scattered or small sects.

If you can get benefits through the Fengqi Conference, it will be like a fish leaping into the dragon gate, and the local chicken will become a phoenix, and you will become a genius.

"Look, the Sycamore Ancient Tree is starting to exude a fantasy aura!"

Someone pointed to the dense branches and leaves, and saw that there were multicolored clouds spreading downward, forming a cloud with a radius of 100 zhang, suspended in the void 30 zhang above the ground.

The breath of illusion is a means used by the ancient tree of the sycamore to test the comer.

Anyone who is swallowed by the fog will fall into an illusion and endure different tests.

Only those who pass can receive gifts.

If the performance is satisfactory to the ancient tree, it will have the opportunity to be inherited.

However, not everyone has the opportunity to be tested by ancient trees.

In fact, a person who can be wrapped in the aura of illusion means that he has passed the first level, far surpassing the others.

Lin Luo looked up at the multicolored mist, and could clearly feel the familiar aura in it, as well as a kind of summoning in the dark.

Miao Hong, a disciple of Taiyi Sword Mountain, stared at the aura of the illusion, and his heart was excited.

"Today's inheritance must belong to me!"

She smiled wickedly, and felt a wooden square from her bosom, exuding the same root and origin as the ancient plane tree.

This object was taken from the ancient plane tree and has a history of hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, a certain genius disciple of Taiyi Sword Mountain was recognized by the Sycamore Ancient Tree, obtained a drop of phoenix blood, and got a branch.

And this wooden square was asked for by Miao Hong's grandfather from that genius.

With this thing, Miao Hong believes that with her talent, she can get at least a drop of phoenix blood.

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind struck, and the aura of the illusion continued to surge, and began to seep downward.

Everyone slammed down the trees, trying to get as close to the aura of the illusion as possible.

But at this moment, a strange scene appeared.

All the aura of the illusion surged away in one direction.

Miao Hong stared at the sky and found that the direction in which the fog was pressing down seemed to be on her side.

At this moment, her heart was so excited that she almost cried out.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Hey, why did you all go there?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide and was shocked to find that all the mist was surging in the direction of Miao Hong.

It seems that the ancient tree of Sycamore is only willing to let her participate in the test alone.

"How so?"

Wang Xiaoying was so angry that she jumped to her feet, her hands habitually crossed her waist, and she was angry.

She couldn't figure out why the aura of illusion chose Miao Hong alone.

"Come on, come on, I'm Miao Hong, and I'm willing to accept the test of the ancient tree's predecessors. ”

Miao Hong stretched out her arms, ready to meet the aura of illusion.

However, to her and everyone's consternation, the illusionary aura only passed over Miao Hong, drifted not far away, hovering in front of a young man.

This young man is none other than Lin Luo!

"Poof...... Hahaha!"

Wang Xiaoying leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, patting Wang Qing beside him with one hand, almost laughing.

The people around were stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help laughing when they saw Miao Hong standing there with a blue face.

Everyone's laughter, like an invisible slap, hit Miao Hong's cheeks hard, making her face red, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Why, why!"

Miao Hong's fists were clenched, and the wooden square in her hand cracked with a click, turning into powder and scattering all over the ground.

This thing is only a branch of the ancient plane tree, and the strength is not too high.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to Miao Hong, who made jokes, but focused on Lin Luo.

At this time, the aura of the illusion turned into a portal, as if inviting Lin Luo to enter it.

Lin Luo did not hesitate, his footsteps were lightly raised, and he stepped into the door, and his figure quickly disappeared.

The myriad illusions of the imagination did not come.

In the void ahead, a multicolored mist condensed towards the middle, turning into a tree shadow.

It buzzed and vibrated and emitted a human voice: "Sycamore, I've seen the Guardian!"

"Guardians?"

Lin Luo's eyes flashed slightly, looked around, and said, "Everything in front of you doesn't seem to be an illusion, right?

The shadow of the tree did not say much, but waited quietly.

After a few breaths, Lin Luo noticed an abnormality.

The word "Celestial" in the sea suddenly trembled, and instantly extracted one-tenth of the wood essence of the ancient Wutong tree, and transformed it into the power of time.

Then, it fell into calm again.

Lin Luo's eyes flashed and he understood something.

"It turns out that you recognize the word 'Zeu' in my body. ”

Lin Luo looked at the shadow of the tree, thought for a while, and said, "So, thousands of years ago, did you know that there was this word hidden in my body?"

"Yes, thousands of years ago, the old man sensed the breath of the origin of time from the body of an adult, but the origin of time did not awaken at that time, and the old man did not dare to recognize him. At this, the shadow hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

Lin Luo guessed his mind and said, "You want to ask, why did I become like this after a thousand years, right?"

"Yes. The shadow of the tree kept swaying, "A thousand years ago, when you entered the starry sky, you were already a sword ancestor, but why did you become a teenager after a thousand years, and your aura has changed dramatically, if it weren't for sensing the breath of the origin of time, the old man even suspected that you had taken away the others." ”

Hearing this, Lin Luo already had a plan in his heart, and said secretly: "It seems that the Sycamore Ancient Tree didn't know that I was forced to enter the reincarnation of the eighth life shortly after entering the starry sky. In that case, he didn't know why I kept reincarnating. ”

Thinking of this, Lin Luo was a little confused again.

In this way, his reincarnation should have nothing to do with the word "Celestial".

Otherwise, since the ancient trees of the sycamore have recognized the word "Zhou" that even the emperor could not discover, they would not be unaware of this.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Luo asked, "Since there is a Time Origin, then there should be other Origins, right?

The shadow of the tree shook as if shaking his head, and said, "The old man only knows that the Lord is the last guardian in this universe, and as for the rest, it seems that countless epochs ago, with the end of the Divine War, have all disappeared." ”

"It's a god war again!"

Lin Luo's eyes froze, as if he had returned to the past.

In the seventh life, after entering the starry sky, he arrived at a brilliant star field.

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