Lin Xuanchen really realized at this time that he was such a sensitive and fragile person who suffered from gains and losses. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She has become accustomed to judging and measuring the silver dust and everything around the silver dust with the rules of the Chongwang Mansion and the eyes full of worldly scheming. She didn't know that in this vast and wild wind source continent, there are still a group of simple and incomparably pure people, and a group of people who only rely on principles and intuition to judge right and wrong, but can live an infinite and wonderful life, these people do not have too high "wisdom", do not have too wonderful "strategy" or they simply disdain to use their own ingenuity to study these trivial and useless little tricks, they do not disdain to use the so-called "gossip and pick right and wrong" means to fight the enemy, these people, writing monks, read as chivalrous.

Wan Jianxin's scolding made her wake up. She shouldn't have looked at her Yinchen with the dark and vicious eyes of these so-called "meat eaters", her brother Wan Jianxin, her friends in prison, and those elders of the Golden Dao Sect who were not elders, but who loved her the most selflessly like the old lady who loved her the most in the Chongwang Mansion. At this moment, she finally deeply realized that chivalrous tenderness is sometimes something more valuable than the most exquisite separation, the most exquisite slander, and the most profound so-called "strategy". For the first time, she also understood why the rivers and lakes with swords, swords, shadows and rivers of blood are so fascinating, it is because the people here are simple and wonderful, and they are honest and will not stick to the ordinary. Compared with the dull and depressed boudoirs in the market, these high-ranking people are shrouded in a double halo of innocence and freedom, and they don't care about the so-called secular shackles, isn't that freedom the kingdom of heaven that Lin Xuanchen has always longed for?

"I'm sorry, Brother Wan Jianxin, maybe Nong really thinks too much, Jianghu is originally a place of happiness and revenge, right?" Lin Xuanchen calmed down his emotions, and his puffy little face softened, turning into a cute appearance of a quiet baby girl, and apologized to Wan Jianxin. Wan Jianxin put away the Gangfeng that was slowly increasing, and waved his hand generously: "Don't take it to heart, although Wan Mou's strength is not very good, but there is still a trace of self-confidence in knowing people, in Wan's eyes, Brother Yinchen is by no means a person who is unkind, you better relax." Instead of thinking about those who don't have it, it's better to work hard to cultivate, and if you can improve your strength a little, you will have more hope of living. ”

Lin Xuanchen nodded obediently, took one last look at the demon angel not far away, turned around and left, from beginning to end, this demon angel did not say anything, did not react, stood motionless like a stone statue.

Wan Jianxin sighed and walked over slowly, helping the demon angel put his cloak back on.

[A few hours later, Purple Blood Immortal Mountain]

The door behind him slowly closed.

This is the second hall above the ladder, it is still a miserable green night pearl, still a beautiful mural and ugly statue, still a bare offering table and a couplet with a miserable white background, and even a sentence of "a pool of real blood in the same door, half-open the door of the Ziyuan Blood Prison".

"How is it exactly the same as the previous one?" Yinchen asked himself in disbelief, there was no answer, he couldn't believe that the second "test" blocking the way on the ladder was actually exactly the same as the previous one, according to this calculation, would it be like this in the future halls?

"That's right...... Purple Blood Cult ...... It makes sense to open the way with blood......" Yinchen muttered, and subconsciously walked forward, he felt that the table should be moved over to block the door, so that someone could avoid suddenly breaking in, right?

"It's okay to add a seal magic to the table, right?" Yinchen was thinking about this, when suddenly his feet were empty, and the whole person fell directly down as if he had stepped on a thousand feet on a cliff.

"Ahh The cold, colorless, and tasteless liquid choked him with a cough, and he quickly used his hands and feet to make a few casual strokes and his head popped up on the water.

He turned his wet head and looked around, only to realize that there were no statues and frescoes here, and the whole hall was full of water except for a small platform with three layers of stone slabs at the closest point to the gate, and the whole hall was a pool.

Above the pool was the empty wooden wall of the main hall, which had nothing but a patch of purple with wood grains, and in the middle of the pool stood several purple wooden pillars that supported the main hall, and the wooden pillars were still inlaid with low-quality night pearls.

The wooden pillars have been soaked in water for many years and are still as good as new, showing no signs of cracking, apparently having undergone some kind of special treatment.

"Illusion?" Silver Dust remembered the situation when he first entered the main hall, and couldn't help but sink in his heart, the environment that could make him and all the Holy Magisters fall into it, it was not an ordinary illusion. Ordinary people may not be able to break free from the illusion even if they fall into the pool, and they will be drowned alive before they know it. Maybe this is the design of this hall? Yinchen felt reasonable, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"The layout of the hall is simple, but it's really practical. He could only sigh at the end.

His gaze quickly swept over the empty hall, and finally landed on the empty wall in the innermost part of the hall, which had no statues, only a couplet, and looked rather miserable. Silver dust travels over to see the couplet on the book cloud:

"Don't leave the past, don't cut the past. ”

"If you don't enter the Blood Sect, you won't have a way back. ”

"What do you mean?" Silver Dust didn't understand at all, he pulled the water, floated on the water, and carefully read the couplet three times, still not thinking about what it was trying to say.

"If you don't say goodbye to the past, you don't change your past, you don't join the Blood Sect, and you don't go back, then what are you doing here?" he was thinking, when he suddenly sank to the bottom of the water without warning or maneuver.

Silver Dust's gaze froze suddenly, and his movements froze suddenly, as if he had been completely petrified in an instant. He sank like a broken stone to the bottom of a three-foot deep pool, and there was no more sound.

The silver-colored pupils had completely stiffened, like white stone beads, and they could no longer emit the slightest divine light. His face was as white as a corpse, his posture was stiff and ugly, his mouth was tightly pursed, turning into a straight line of despair, there was no soul in his mind, no consciousness, every cell of his body was filled with petrified despair, and he became a dead thing. (To be continued.) )