The mustard seed space can be said to be vast and boundless, both a sand and a world, and naturally worthy of the word world, which is too small to say. But on the other hand, one world and one sand, this mustard seed space is actually not large.

The two are relative and not contradictory.

As far as Bai Mengyang is concerned, standing in the original forest, he closed his eyes, and the majestic power in his body poured out from his body and came to the ground under his feet. It looked like a grasshopper shaking a tree, but after a few moments, the ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet, and this tremor spread from under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, when he opened his eyes again, there were no trees or forests in front of him, only a wall of copper and iron around him.

It was the Soul Tower, and he was in the Golden Pagoda at the moment, and it should be said that he really came to the Golden Pagoda at this time.

Looking at the dust and sand in front of him, he knew that this should be the so-called 'mustard seed grain', which did not look big, but he was not interested in this, retracted his gaze, he looked around casually, and noticed the golden light constantly flickering above the soul tower, he sneered: "I'm all inside, you still want to continue to control the soul tower, it's really beautiful." ”

After saying that, he yawned, he was originally a little lazy, he suddenly became energetic, looking at the stairs located on the left side of the soul tower, he stretched his body, "It seems that you have to be serious" He said so, and then walked towards the stairs.

As soon as he ascended the stairs, he felt the pressure on his body multiply, and the prohibition in the soul tower resisted him as an outsider at this time, but he twisted his neck and walked up the stairs.

In the same way, if Yan Wuxin is concerned, he was naturally in the grain of mustard at this time, walking through the woods, and then passing by a hill, and behind the mountain, he saw a lake.

The lake water is crystal clear, the wind blows, you can see the ripples on the surface of the lake, looking at it from a distance, the lake feels very beautiful, but in order to appreciate this specific beauty, he and Liu Yiyi have walked for a long time.

When they first arrived, it was naturally impossible for them to know the name of this lake, and Liu Yiyi stood by the lake, and after seeing the sparkling waves of this lake up close, she said loudly: "Wuxin, what do you say this lake is called?"

"How do I know?" Shrugging his shoulders, Yan Wuxin rolled his eyes and said, "No matter what it's called, it can't be called Weiming Lake." ”

"Why not? I think it's a pretty good name. ”

"I think it's pretty good, but it's not like that. ”

"Oh, what should Weiming Lake look like?"

"There are no kiosks on the lake anyway. ”

After speaking, Yan Wuxin pointed to the Lanting Water Pavilion on the lake, in the breeze, the small Lanting was rippling with the bright shadows in the waves, the Lanting Water Pavilion was like a boat floating on the lake, drifting with the water waves, but in the sparkling golden light, it was not the boat that was floating, but the waves on the water surface.

And at this moment, they heard the roar, "Yan Wuxin".

The sound traveled through a thousand meters, coming from the other side of the lake, Yan Wuxin looked up, and through the Lanting Water Pavilion, he could see a person standing there, the clothes on that person were a little torn, as if they were swept by fire, and the white clothes were dark and dark.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed figure, Yan Wuxin whispered: "Lin Huaijin", and then looked at Lin Huaijin, who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, Yan Wuxin said to Liu Yiyi: "Liu Woman, you go to that small pavilion first." ”

"Then where am I waiting for you?" Her puppet was already in tatters, and being able to walk here was already considered a relatively strong [puppet], and she knew this very well, so she naturally couldn't stay and help Yan Wuxin, so she said like this.

"No, you can go in and go directly. Yan Wuxin shook his head and said.

"But I went in and left. Liu Yiyi repeated, this level is called 'one person to', and this Lanting Water Pavilion is the end of this level, it can also be said to be the end of this assessment, come here, as long as the soul master and the puppet walk to the Lanting together, and then uncover the seal marks of the [puppet], and the golden light shines to the position where the [puppet] starts the formation, that person can leave here, and that person is the one in this 'one person to'.

"I know, I should be in return for your righteous rescue. ”

"How can that count?"

"That's it. ”

After speaking, Yan Wuxin pushed the caught off guard Liu Yiyi onto the wooden bridge on the lake, and in an instant, the golden light sprinkled down, and the lake became sparkling, and the bridge extended to the Lanting on the lake, the bridge is like this, once you step on it, it is naturally impossible to return to the shore, so Liu Yiyi can only continue to move forward.

At this time, under the golden light, Liu Yiyi seemed to be saying something, a little noisy, but because of the golden light, the voice did not come out, looking at Liu Yiyi's appearance, Yan Wuxin smiled and waved her hand, as a farewell, but I don't know if she saw it.

What does it mean to get on that bridge, Yan Wuxin naturally knows in his heart, as long as he walks to the Lanting, then this assessment will be over, and the person under the Lanting will become the only Yanshi who has passed the hundred-foot pole this time, to put it bluntly, whether the hundred-foot pole can go further depends on whether to take this step, he did not step out but let Liu Yiyi walk up, this is his choice.

Yan Wuxin has always been a person with clear grievances, as he said before, in his opinion, Liu Yiyi is really amazing, without her, the two of them would not have been able to come here, so she should go further.

As he has always insisted on, good people should be rewarded.

Besides, the man on the other side of the lake wouldn't let him step on that bridge. As Yan thought, looking at Liu Yiyi who walked on the wooden bridge, Lin Huaijin's eyes did not fluctuate at all, he was originally a Nine-Rank Yanshi, even if he walked to the Lan Pavilion, he could only become a Nine-Rank Yanshi without portraying the eighth-order opening formation, which did not mean anything to him. What really meant to him was the man in his eyes.

This man is a thorn in his side.

Looking at Yan Wuxin's figure, Lin Huaijin walked forward with the [puppet].

Under the golden light, the two [puppets] shot at the same time, the fire flashed, and a gun and a sword met in the air, and the sparks fell on the surface of the lake, and the sound of '呑呑' sounded.

It was difficult to distinguish the winner from the shot, looking at the flame spear in front of him, which was not weaker than the fire sword, Yan Wuxin narrowed his eyes and said loudly: "Eighth-order soul array." ”

"It's too early to be surprised. With a cold snort, Lin Huaijin said loudly, and then pointed forward, and the soul silk took the puppet's hands, and the flame spear stabbed forward.

The two fires continued to stagger by the shore of the lake, and the flying of the sparks made beads of sweat oozing from both of their foreheads, but the next moment, looking at the firelight that continued to appear in front of them, neither of them had any time to wipe the sweat on their foreheads and let it flow.

Holding the flame spear in his hand, he waved his arm, only to see the puppet stabbing out with force, and finally shaking the barrel of the gun, the flame spear was divided into two, and came towards the [puppet] in front of Yan Wuxin.

The two fingers intersected, and the sword in the hand of the [puppet] entered the sleeve, and after the sleeve was hidden, the [puppet] waved his palm, and the fire in his palm appeared, and the two flame spears staggered, and the fire light was small at the same time.

Then, Lin Huaijin slowly opened his palms, and the puppet in front of him did the same, eight small sparks appeared in front of the puppet, the fire between the puppet's palms was extinguished, and the faint light of the spark appeared weak and invisible under the golden light, and then borrowed the strongest moment of the golden light, Lin Huaijin moved his fingers lightly, the puppet pushed out with both palms, and the spark flew forward like this.

Under the golden light, it is difficult to find the fire.

At this time, looking at the faint light, Yan Wuxin's fingertips turned slightly, controlling the [puppet] in front of him to get closer to the waterfront. Between the two formations of his [puppet] spirit blade and spirit sword, there was an extra period at this time, and the name of the formation was melted, which was carved by him on the way here, and the process of portrayal was not easy, but fortunately, it was successful, so his soul silk came here, and the soul silk was connected to the soul array.

At the beginning, the fusion of the two formations allowed him to understand the eighth-order soul array, but what about the fusion of the two eighth-order soul arrays at this moment?

The soul power in the body worked out, and the soul power was consumed five times in an instant.

Then, the fog lifted.