Ye Ang watched the screen, pulling a fast-forward from time to time, and soon cast thirty votes.

After a few moments, the thirty light curtains in front of him disappeared, replaced by a large cloud pattern.

Thirty points!(a moire)

Ye Ang breathed a sigh of relief, perfect.

He also understood that this step was a test of the monk's vision, and he was able to score thirty points in one fell swoop, proving that his vision was still sufficient.

"Damn, why did you deduct three points from me!" Not far away, Party B directly burst into the mouth and said, "Which three guys did I misjudge?"

Ye Ang comforted him from afar, "Don't care so much, there will always be someone who will hide their secrets." ”

"Being able to see that others are hiding their secrets is actually a kind of ability. Party B said bitterly, "That's what the elders said. ”

Ye Ang didn't want to say anything more to comfort him, and moved on to something else.

"How much time do we have before we pick an opponent. ”

"Don't worry, there are still a few rounds of time-limited battles, five years for each layer, and it will take twenty-five years. ”

Ye Ang looked down, and sure enough, he saw that one by one the monks who had been sentenced to defeat had landed on the seventh layer of the battle platform, waiting for a time-limited multi-person battle.

However, Ye Ang didn't have the heart to look at it, if nothing else, these monks would mean nothing to him.

He began to retreat on the battlefield, observing the many supernatural powers of the deity, and seeing if he could find a way to deal with some of the most formidable opponents.

I don't know how long it took, a melodious bell woke up many monks.

Yeon also woke up from his meditation.

"Now, the warriors of the fifth layer of the battle platform, please choose your opponents in order. "Elder Cangqiu's huge projection almost stood on the edge of the Fengwang platform, giving people tremendous pressure.

In front of many monks on the fifth-layer battle platform, a total of eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine bright moire numbers and a dim moire number suddenly appeared.

In front of Ye Ang, the seventh moire number was dim.

Just as Elder Cangqiu announced the start of the selection, he saw that among the numbers in front of him, the first number and the ninth thousandth number dimmed at the same time.

Damn, Kun Thirteen, you're too real!

Absolute slavery!

Many of the monks of the Fengwang Battle Platform and the surrounding audience laughed and laughed, but Kun Shisan continued to sit cross-legged and closed his eyes nonchalantly, ignoring the voices of the outside world.

And the 9,000th player also smiled helplessly.

Immediately after, the pair of moire numbers in front of Ye Ang began to dim.

Of the six people, two people chose opponents slightly ahead, about 7,000, and four people chose opponents slightly further back at 8,000.

His luck seems to be good, and the previous ones don't seem to have much thought of him.

Yeon also understood, because no one would have a hard time with the reward.

However, since he has promised Party B, there is absolutely no reason to regret it.

So he didn't hesitate to choose number 876.

Just after he was elected, many people looked at him, and Ye Ang didn't care, let alone bother to explain anything.

A group of quasi-saint powerhouses were selected very quickly, and they were quickly selected.

"Boom!"

A melodious bell rang, and on the many feudal battle platforms, spatial ripples appeared, and all the monks got up and flew into it without the slightest delay.

The picture advanced layer by layer, and Ye Ang felt that the scenery in front of him was changing and distorting rapidly.

It didn't take long to arrive at the destination.

This is a gray world, surrounded by a gray mist-filled void, Ye Ang's divine sense explores the past, and suddenly feels chaotic and extremely dangerous.

As soon as the divine consciousness entered the gray mist, it quickly lost its senses.

He groaned, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the scene in front of him.

At this moment, he was standing on a majestic and rolling mountain, surrounded by such rolling mountains, which formed an extremely beautiful scenery.

It's just that I don't know what this mountain range is made of, it seems to be gold but not gold, like iron and not iron, as if it is not in the genus of the five elements.

And on the other side of the parallel mountain ranges, there is a hazy gray mist that fills the void.

On the other side, there is the same incomparably magnificent scene, countless billions of miles of mountain ranges, in a circular trend, connected to each other, and finally formed a circle, surrounded by a circle.

And in the middle of the many mountain ranges, it seems that a mirror is spread on the ground, and the mirror surface of hundreds of millions of miles in a radius reflects all the scenes.

Ye Ang was in the middle of it, and he felt extremely small.

"This is the secret reward?"

Ye Ang was a little curious in his heart, according to Party B, the rewards of the secret realm are strange, some will directly give treasures, some are fighting in the secret realm, honing their combat skills, and some are the wonders of the wilderness, which is helpful to enlightenment.

And what he saw in front of him seemed to be some kind of desolate wonder.

He didn't hesitate, the secret realm time was not long, he knew from the time he came in that his secret realm time flow was a little slower, but the cultivation time in this secret realm was only three thousand years.

The body is like a feather flying, fluttering from a mountain range, like a streamer, spanning thousands of miles in an instant.

Well, this secret realm is strange, and his flight speed is actually so terrifyingly limited.

You must know that in the outer earth immortal realm, his flight speed starts at a billion miles per second, but when he arrives here, he suddenly slows down by I don't know how many times.

"Tut, the changes at the level of time and space have modified the underlying structure of time and space. Ye Ang sighed with emotion, "Xi Kunlun is really extravagant, opening up a small secret realm, can actually use such means!"

At this moment, Ye Ang, due to the limitation of cultivation, although he knew that his speed was limited because of the change in the structure of time and space at the bottom, he did not understand what it meant to achieve such a means.

However, he knew that it would take hundreds of millions of years for him to reach the mirror area when he flew like this.

He simply stopped and began to try the method of spatial jumping, and luckily, in this secret realm, the method of spatial leaping can still be used.

The space in front of him moved slightly, Ye Ang raised his legs and stepped into it, and the next moment he appeared, it was already hundreds of millions of miles away, and then he jumped and moved again, constantly moving forward.

By the time he stopped again, he had reached the heart of the mirror.

Being here, Ye Ang felt that time had an almost frozen feeling, as if time had stopped moving forward.

He had a vague feeling that time was going to be reversed here.

After standing in the void for a long time, he removed this illusion from his mind and leaned down to observe below.

Below him, in the mirror, there was also a figure, standing in it, symmetrical to his own mirror.

Ye Ang's heart moved, he jumped and moved again, appeared above the mirror, then looked at it, slowly turned his body again, and finally faced the mirror head-on.

Suddenly, he and himself in the mirror looked face to face.

Ye Ang looked at himself in the mirror, his young face, dark suit, purple jade bundle of hair, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, he was really personable, with excellent temperament, plus the eyes that were clearly crystal clear, but occasionally vicissitudes, he had a different charm.

"6.4 billion years!"

He sighed slightly, and there were many times when he felt that the 6.4 billion years of time had not allowed his mentality to grow old, but many affairs were complicated and slightly vicissitudes.

Sometimes Ye Ang also thinks about why ordinary beings have a hundred years of vicissitudes, while he and others are still enthusiastic for hundreds of millions of years.

Perhaps, as Shang Yang said, ordinary beings are too limited by the material body, and the body will age, and the self will also age synchronously.

Perhaps, not really!

Ye Ang thought so distractedly, stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and the self in the mirror was also reminiscing, reaching out and touching the same place together.

Suddenly, the scenery in the mirror changed.

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Chapter 243: Choosing an Opponent