On the eighth floor of the passage, He Wenliu encountered a problem.

The empty and neat steps did not stir up the dust, like a dark mirror, falling in his eyes, but he had a feeling of horror, as if it were not a simple step, but a large mouth of a fierce beast, silently waiting for the prey to come to the door, enjoying a gluttonous feast.

Standing here, He Wenliu could already see the window edge on the third floor, the old man who was quietly watching under the window, and the pair of eyes that were panicked and curious for the unmath student, but had great expectations.

It is a pair of eyes with magical power, penetrating people's hearts, insightful of the world, and going straight to people's souls.

"What you see is the eighth floor.

Hearing the old man's voice for the second time, He Wenliu found that he was not as cold and indifferent as rumored, but with a hint of reminder, he was slightly surprised.

"Among the students, those who can step on the eighth floor mean that they have the qualifications to be proud. If you can break through the eight into nine and climb to the fourth floor, you can go straight to the inner courtyard without any trouble. ”

The old man's voice was a little curious, his eyes looked at the direction of the stairs, and he said flatly: "You have already seen the first seven floors, what is the eighth, I will talk to the old man later." ”

After saying this, the old man slowly closed his eyes and said no more. He Wenliu was slightly stunned, and then turned his head suddenly, a nameless fire surged in his heart, as well as deep anger and cold.

After a long time, he didn't talk to himself!

At the bottom of the stairs, the rejuvenated Thirteen Lang was full of energy, and he was clasping his fists upwards to salute, and said sincerely: "Teacher Xie for guidance."

He Wenliu stepped on the eighth level.

He had to go up not only to win the battle, but also to express the resentment that was about to explode in his heart. He wants to correct his name, and he also has to prove that he can correct his name and show the teacher that he can also go straight to the other side, and he can also return all laws to one!

It was calm on the steps, as if nothing had happened.

He Wenliu was in pain, as if he was suffering some unspeakable suffering.

Thirteen Lang was very curious, and silently thought about what to move forward in his heart.

He Wenliu's face gradually turned pale, and his forehead was blue and tendonic. His body was trembling, and it didn't seem like it was trembling, but it was performing some kind of movement.

He waved his hands, raised his legs, jumped, swept the air, and used all kinds of means to exert his magical powers. He seemed to have forgotten the rules of breaking the ban, and all kinds of powerful attack spells were endless, and countless spirit rune treasures were shining out of thin air, as if he was experiencing a vicious battle.

Under normal circumstances, I am afraid that the entire staircase or even the entire building would have been torn apart, torn apart, burned, and turned into ashes. And then, at this moment, the narrow steps were like a cage, and no matter how wildly he rushed, it was all in vain.

"Is it an illusion?"

Thirteen Lang shone with a silver whirlwind all around him, crushing and flattening the bombardment from all directions, and he thought a little cutely.

"That would be fun!"

Thirteen Lang walked up the stairs, his steps gradually becoming heavy, and in order not to delay time, he had withdrawn his gaze and turned his energy completely to breaking the ban.

He doesn't have many spells, and he only seems to use the power of the wind, and several supernatural powers are related to the wind, wind shields, whirlwinds, and countless wind rings composed of whirlwinds.

His shield was very ordinary, not much different from that of a regular monk: the whirlwinds were rather peculiar and seemed to contain some kind of strange liliang, suppressing the prohibition on the steps.

What's even more bizarre is that the ring that keeps unleashing from his hand seems to contain some basic rules. Before each step, Jusan Lang always kept releasing some wind rings towards the steps and pinched the time, just in time before the ban below broke out again, and "Set sail ☆ No damage in the starry night" stopped. The strange thing is that after such a method, the power of the prohibition on the next step of Shisanro is significantly weakened, as if it has been simplified. ...,

In this way, Thirteen Lang walked not fast but was extremely steady, step by step, approaching He Wenliu level by level, and also approaching the eighth level.

He Wenliu was still casting spells, still struggling with that, or those invisible opponents, his face became more and more pale, his handsome face flashed abnormal red and blue, his mana flowed like a flood, and his spirit was rapidly declining.

I don't know how long it took, but his movements stopped abruptly.

"The Law of Mental Illusion, haha!

He asked Liu to let out a loud voice, with a hint of relief and pleasure on his face, as well as a hint of mockery.

"What seventh and eighth, it's just some spiritual fantasies, it's all fate......"

"Enough!"

As if a heavy hammer was struck on his chest, He Wenliu's voice suddenly stopped, with an unbelievable light in his eyes, flickering, swaying...... ，

"Poof!"

This time, he squirted blood!

The bright red blood mist flew in the air, disappearing before it could be scattered, as if an invisible monster was hiding inside, devouring its prey, smirking wildly.

"It can't be!"

He Wenliu roared angrily, and his hands were on his chest three times, as if he was forcibly crossing the Qing River, and he cast the secret method again. His body was crumbling, and he almost rolled down the steps several times.

Eventually, he forcibly stopped the slump and staggered, barely holding his figure.

"How can an illusion attack! This can't be, this is absolutely impossible!"

He Wenliu roared angrily and shouted, his eyes fixed on the old man under the window. In the confusion, he had forgotten his place, forgotten where he was, and had only one thought left in his mind.

It's cheating! It's deliberately difficult to teach.

"The illusion is born from the heart, your heart is confused, your ambition is dim, how can you really see through. ”

The old man was surprisingly not angry, and said in a still flat tone: "If there is no competition, if you are the first to come, why is it here." ”

He Wenliu was instantly petrified.

Since the appearance of the thirteenth lang in front of him, since the moment the competition began, He Wenliu began to experience a change of heart. From hidden anger to shock, from shock to disdain, to shock, anger, resentment, contempt, grievance, and then shock......

It doesn't seem to be a long time, He Wenliu doesn't know how many backs and goings he has gone through between gains and losses, and he has long lost his emptiness and doesn't know it, so how can he still have the courage to refute.

Thirteen Lang's various methods and tricks seem to be not very powerful, but in fact, they are like spring breeze and rain, stirring his originally calm and Fang Ran's heart into a pot of porridge, which is still half-cooked and half-cooked.

In such a situation, how can He ask Liu to see clearly, and how can he distinguish it.

The truth is actually very simple, He Wenliu himself is not ignorant, but things in the world are often like this, knowing is not equal to comprehension, comprehension is not equal to mastery, mastery is not equal to being able to use. When things come to an end, there are a few who can truly keep the Dao mind clear, regard obsession as floating clouds, and see floating clouds as nothing, and then integrate the self without erosion.

Jiao Xi rewred out this process that he was unwilling to recall or admit to re-wring out, and uncovered the wound that seemed to be healed, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

He Wenliu stood for a while and shook his head gently.

With bitterness on his face, humility and sincerity, He Wenliu bowed down and said seriously: "If the student is rude, please punish yourself." However, now that the competition is not over, I still ask the teacher to suspend and allow the students to continue. ”

"Do you want to continue......

The old man said: "If the old wounds have not healed, and the new wounds have been added, you will not be afraid...... ，”...,

The teacher's words revealed pity, and it was not easy for him to be able to do this. Obviously, this teacher still admires He Wenliu, and does not want him to lose his foundation because of a momentary victory or defeat, so he will collapse.

He Wenliu naturally understood this, and glanced back at Thirteen Lang, who was climbing, a trace of irresolvable hatred flashed in his eyes, and said categorically: "Students are willing to bear the consequences. ”

The old man said slowly: "With your current situation, climbing to the third floor is already the limit, and you may not be able to win. ”

He Wenliu said: "Students still want to give it a try. ”

The old man sighed and shook his head, speechless.

He Wenliu stopped talking, took out a bottle of pill from his arms and poured it into his mouth, then took a deep breath and walked again.

At the ninth level, the situation of Jian He Wenliu was even more embarrassed, his face was sallow and dull, and he was able to withstand a heavy blow and pass the test.

At the tenth level, his lips were already chapped, his face was withered as if he was a teenager in an instant, his legs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees on the steps.

At the eleventh level, He Wenliu had to perform the secret method again, and while his aura skyrocketed, there were several more wounds on his body that were deep and bone-seeing.

His eyes were gloomy, his face was gray and old, and his cloak was like that of a savage; at this time, if he looked inward, He Wenliu's Jin Dan had already shrunk a circle, and when the time limit of the secret method was over, "Baidu ☆ Set Sail for the Starry Night" would probably fall into the realm.

Turning around, He Wenliu looked at Thirteen Lang, who was stepping on the fifth level, and smiled miserably.

He Wenliu knew that he had lost.

There is no suspense about the outcome of this battle, and now it depends on whether he can set foot on the third floor, and then there is the extent to which the despicable villain who let him fall into the trap without knowing it can go.

Will he be able to get past the eighth level? Will he be able to see through the so-called eighth level? Will he be able to ......

Step on three floors!

"Throw in the towel. ”

Thirteen Lang was still in rags, but his physical trauma had fully recovered, and he seemed to be much more energetic than just now. His expression was flat, and he looked at He Wenliu with pure eyes, looking extremely indifferent.

"It's more appropriate for you to throw in the towel now. ”

"Never!"

As if a knife was stabbed in the heart, He Wenliu let out a desperate cry and jumped up.

Moths fight fires, just to ignite a moment of brilliance.

"Death without repentance?"

Jusan Lang withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the fallen figure.

"Then go die. ”

Closing his eyes slightly, his hands waved rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, countless spiritual decisions were struck, and with Thirteen Lang's movements, two wind rings, or forbidden rings, appeared out of thin air, but the target was not the steps, but Thirteen Lang himself.

Suddenly the wind rose up on the steps, a hurricane that was countless times more violent than before! Along with the hurricane appeared an inexplicable horror that made people's hearts palpitate, and a coercion that spread violently and swept in all directions.

The hurricane was silver, or rather, it contained an extremely strong power of thunder and lightning, gilding it with a layer of silver light.

"The power of the true yuan! This is the power of his true yuan, and it is also his true strength!"

On the second floor, Shangguan Xinya looked at the two people above, with shock and unbearability, wanting to say something, but finally sighed silently and did not speak. The indifferent teacher surprisingly did not urge, and looked at Thirteen Lang on the steps, revealing a trace of jealousy and emotion.

"So cunning and vicious, I hope this son ......"

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