The long darkness.

Chu Xun almost thought he was dead.

He woke up from the darkness and opened his eyes weakly.

"Huh-"

A question was raised.

Chu Xun's eyes widened in surprise.

What is this place?

He was not in the original cave.

The scene around him was replaced by a desert place.

The desert is vast and endless, with no end in sight.

Don't.

He's already fled?

Chu Xun was full of doubts and tried to move forward.

but kicked something soft under his feet.

Look down.

Mozen turned out to be at his feet!

Look to the side.

Everybody was lying here......

When Chu Xun was taken aback, everyone woke up slowly.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they all let out a "Huh? ”

"Master, what's going on? Where are we? ”

Shu Huaijin was creepy.

Sticking to Chu Xun closely, he didn't dare to take a step.

Chu Xun didn't squeak.

He didn't know much either.

Everyone woke up one by one.

When the last person wakes up, the scene changes in front of him.

A sand table appeared in front of everyone's eyes out of thin air.

This is the kind of sand table that is used to arrange troops.

It is divided into two sides, red and black, and the red and black flags represent the two forces.

Looking at this sand table, Chu Xun felt a little familiar.

He seems to have seen it somewhere.

Chu Xun was thinking.

Suddenly.

The sound of soldiers rang out!

On the desert, two groups of armies suddenly appeared!

Thousands of troops, neatly armored.

One side of red armor.

A piece of black armor.

In front of everyone.

The two sides clashed.

Fight together in an instant!

Suddenly.

The stumps flew all over the sky, and the thick bloody breath filled everyone's noses.

The small red and black flags on the sand table moved slowly.

Ultimately.

Ends with a defeat for Red.

The remnants of the two armies returned to their original positions, silent and opposed.

on the sand table.

The small red and black flag stops moving.

The crowd watching from the sidelines was already frightened.

Such a real scene of fighting was presented in front of their eyes, and incomplete corpses were everywhere.

It all made them feel sick and want to throw up!

This is not a desert place.

This is the battlefield!

Chu Xun's face turned pale and he glanced at the sand table.

He seemed to understand something.

"This ...... This can't be the trial you're talking about......"

There was silence for a while.

Nodding with some difficulty.

Mo Cen hung his head and said: "I think we must be in the illusion world now, that pillar of incense is weird!" ”

"It's good now, trapped in the illusion and can't get out, what are we going to do?"

If you want to get the treasure, it will be difficult.

But who knows.

The impact of the first level of trial is so great!

The team of monks was very frustrated, and did not know what to do.

Chu Xun stared at the sand table silently.

He was struggling to remember.

Where exactly did you see this sand table?

Shu Huaijin clinged to Chu Xun and looked at Chu Xun's eyes.

Seeing that Chu Xun had been staring at the sand table, she thought in her heart.

Don't.

Is this Master giving me a hint?

Thinking back to everything that happened just now, Shu Huaijin suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"I probably know!"

"This sand table represents these two forces, maybe we can move these small flags and get a certain result, and then we can pass the trial!"

Justly, the two armies clashed.

The small red and black flags on the sand table also moved.

Since it is an illusion, it is not surprising to manipulate the situation with a sand table.

But.

Should Red win?

Or does Black win?

The crowd looked around.

Only then did I realize that I had been put in a red circle.

Combined with the scene of the defeat of the red side, everyone quickly figured it out.

"As long as we line up and let the red side win the battle, we can break the illusion!"

Mozen shouted, a relaxed smile on his face.

He subconsciously stepped forward.

I just wanted to fiddle with the sand table, and suddenly I thought of something.

He doesn't even know how to line up!

Mo Cen frowned and turned his head to look at the junior disciples behind him.

"Which of you will line up?"

"I ...... I've learned a little bit of the art of war......"

A thin teenager stepped out of the line and replied timidly.

The boy's name was Huai'an, and he was the youngest junior in the monks' squad.

Mo Cen didn't know much about this little junior brother.

But since the other party said that he knew the art of war, let him try it.

Thereupon.

Mo Cen stepped out of the way and asked Huai'an to step forward.

Huai'an walked forward slowly, standing in front of the sand table and thinking.

Side.

Chu Xun was still pondering.

He searched his mind for missing memories.

Immersed in it, I didn't bother to see who was moving the sand table.

Huai'an seemed a little undecided.

After thinking for a long time, he put the small red and black flag on his hands.

Sure enough.

As soon as the small flag moved, the form of the battlefield changed.

Everyone held their breath, and their attention was all on Huai'an's hands.

Huai'an didn't dare to mess around.

The movement was slow, and it took a long time to start moving the next small flag.

With the change of the small red and black flags, the battlefield men and horses fought together again.

This time.

It's obviously much more tragic than before.

The blood gathers into a river, impregnating the entire desert land.

This situation is shocking.

On closer inspection, it seems that Red dies a little more.

A bad premonition welled up in everyone's hearts.

Huai'an also seems to have noticed that something is wrong.

He wanted to stop and swing the sand table back into place.

The small red and black flags were like welded to the sand table, unable to move at all.

There was nothing they could do.

We can only watch as the Red Army loses again.

After the fight.

As before, the remnants of the two sides returned to their original places.

The sand table was also restored to its original state.

Red did not win, and the illusion was not broken.

"Senior brothers, it's me who is not good at learning, I'm sorry ......"

Huai'an hung his head and looked depressed.

Mozen barely smiled comfortingly.

"I don't blame you, it's a big deal, let's try a few more times."

Let's talk about it.

Mo Cen stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Huai'an on the shoulder.

The hand hadn't touched Huai'an yet.

saw Huai'an's face change and exclaimed.

"Ahh

After the scream, Huai'an's body flew out!

It seems that an invisible force pulls Huai'an and forcibly brings him into the battlefield!

"Little junior brother!"

Mo Cen's throat tightened, and without saying a word, he was about to fly forward and bring him back to Huai'an.

"Woooo

There was a sound of breaking the sky in my ears.

Countless arrows shot from behind the Black army!

Moment.

Huai'an was pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows and became a hedgehog!

Blood flows out of the body and into the desert.

Huai'an's eyes widened in horror, and he didn't bat at death.

A moment later.

Huai'an's body disappeared along with the bows and arrows that littered the ground.

Turned into ashes and dissipated into the battlefield.

It all happened so suddenly.

The crowd didn't react for a while.

After understanding what is happening.

Mozen's face turned pale and he collapsed to the ground.

I thought it would.

If you can't do it once, you can come several times.

But I didn't expect it.

One person only gets one chance!

As long as you fail, you will pay with your life!

Although, this is in a fantasy world.

But no one knows.

If you die here, will it have an impact on reality?

Everyone fell silent, and no one dared to move the sand table again.

Then.

Chu Xun, who had been immersed in his thoughts, moved slightly.

He slammed his head.

"I remember!"