This feeling is very peculiar, there are obviously four or five tourists between He Lingchuan and the statue, but he can be sure that this so-called "true eye" is staring at him!

He was terrified, but his body didn't listen to him, and he couldn't turn around or take a step.

Then the idol opened its eyes.

Miao Zhantian originally lowered his head at a forty-five degree angle, and his eyes were slightly closed, because the position it placed was high, which was just the angle from which he overlooked everyone.

When she opened her eyes, the purple pupil Ren just looked at He Lingchuan.

He immediately realized that he couldn't even take his eyes off it.

The surrounding scenery changed suddenly, and the statue of Miao Zhan Tianshen rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, until his body was incomparably majestic, beyond his horizon.

The tourists around him disappeared one after another, the voices disappeared one after another, and finally even Lu Shishi disappeared.

In the vast unknown space, it seems that only He Lingchuan himself remains.

Only the dome of the Golden Hall is still flickering in the Milky Way, but from He Lingchuan's point of view, it is also infinitely ambitious, as if it is really high in the sky, vast and immense.

Where the hell was he brought!

Suddenly, he was able to move again.

He Lingchuan took two steps back, and found that he was standing on the weighing plate!

When did he appear on Libra?

With a "dang" sound, the touchstone fell on the opposite air scale.

I don't know if it's because he's getting smaller, or if the touchstone has gotten bigger, but it's now at least seven feet in diameter, and it's shining with gold all over, and it's very eye-catching.

As with Fang Cai, the appearance of the Litmus Test did not bring about a change in the balance of the scale arm.

There seemed to be a sigh in the void, and He Lingchuan vaguely heard the disappointment.

Has the temptation of him begun?

Why is the other party disappointed?

The True Eye on the Libra turned twice, and its gaze locked on him.

Compared to the eyeballs he had seen in the Gange Hall of Panlong City, this big eye was at least a hundred times magnified, and it was also a hundred times more terrifying, and He Lingchuan could even see its throbbing eyelids.

The staring gaze of these big eyes made him feel that there was nothing to hide in his heart.

"Where is this?" He looked around in panic and shouted, "Who's there!" ”

This is a normal reaction for the average person.

A gentle, magnetic female voice rang out in the space, as loud as an organ's long note: "Your name? ”

He Lingchuan asked rhetorically: "Who are you!" ”

"I am the Wonderful Heaven." The woman said, "What about you?" ”

This first question stumped He Lingchuan.

His pseudonym in Bejia is He Xiao, but if he reports this name, can he pass the touchstone test?

Miao Zhantian is famous for distinguishing between truth and falsehood, he is a mortal, can he escape the eyes of the gods?

"Huh?" Miao Zhantian urged him, "I only ask you three questions, you have to answer truthfully, don't try to hide it." ”

She didn't go on to say "otherwise" because it wasn't needed.

Every mortal should understand what the consequences of angering the gods are.

He Lingchuan felt a slight heat in his chest.

It's not the god bone necklace in the placket, but something else that heats up.

This little bit of enthusiasm alone made him feel warm again in this vast space.

It's like the spring sun shining through the dappled branches and leaves and falling on people.

It was as if he had walked through the snow and ice, and before the next storm came, he saw a small cabin with a pond fire.

That kind of warmth is probably not worth mentioning in normal times, but now it has the power to calm people's hearts, and He Lingchuan's nervous and anxious thoughts suddenly relaxed.

The feeling of powerlessness that arises from facing the omnipotent gods alone is gradually disappearing.

What's he doing?

At this time, the last thing you should do is to be pinched by the other party!

Since he was already standing here, standing under the nose of the gods, he could only mention 120,000 points carefully and deal with the other party well!

Under the staring of the big eyeballs, he lowered his head and said humbly:

"I—my name is He Xiao."

Squeak, squeak, Libra's arms began to shake.

Because it has been magnified a hundredfold, even the smallest movement is just as staggering. The weighing pan rose and fell, and He Lingchuan felt as if he was standing on a small sampan, being beaten by several big waves.

Is this the litmus test measuring the weight of his words?

Fortunately, this frightening shaking soon slowed down, and the weighing pan swayed up and down less, and soon came to a standstill.

The arms are balanced, and the two weighing pans are almost in a straight line.

Is this answer passed?

He Lingchuan remembered that He Xiao was his former name before he was three or five years old.

No, it's not his, it's original.

Gold is brighter than a mirror.

He Lingchuan's gaze fell on the disk, and he inadvertently found that the complex stars in the sky were reflected in a count, and even how they twinkled and what color of light they emitted were clearly discerned, but his own reflection was the closest but the most blurry, and he couldn't even see his face clearly.

Is this normal?

He quietly looked up and glanced at the large eyeballs on the top of the scales.

It glared at him without blinking.

"Okay, second question." Miao Zhantian continued to ask, "What is the relationship between you and Dafang Pot?" ”

In just a few words, he accurately hit He Lingchuan's death hole.

Miao Zhantian didn't ask He Lingchuan if he knew the Dafang pot, nor did he ask where the Dafang pot was.

Her question is very vague and broad, but if He Lingchuan has the slightest relationship with Dafang Pot, it is impossible to get around.

But since He Lingchuan was summoned, he has repeatedly consolidated his psychological expectations. The gods and emperors came to him, it couldn't be a homely thing, right?

Isn't the only purpose for them to see him is to be generous?

is based on the three words "Dafang pot", and now he can't make any waves in his heart.

"Big ...... What? He looked dazed, and even looked up at the big eyeballs, "Tianzun is clear!" I don't know what it is, and it has nothing to do with it! ”

As soon as the words fell, the pupils of the eyes suddenly opened to the maximum, and even the corners of the eyes burst bloodshot!

He Lingchuan was startled and took two steps back.

"Let's see the results."

The scales began to shake up and down again.

But this time the amplitude was not large, and He Lingchuan found that his position was getting lower and lower, and he had to look up to see the touchstone.

On his side, it sank.

That is, he not only told the "truth", but also carried a lot of weight!

This is also known as "conclusiveness".

Miao Zhantian was silent, as if he was a little surprised by the result.

The stars in the sky suddenly twinkled.

No matter He Lingchuan looks down at the reflection of the weighing plate, or looks up at the stars in the sky, he will find that those are not stars at all, but eyes!

Countless twinkling eyes!

They come in a variety of shapes, some resemble human eyes, and some don't know what kind of creature they belong to.

When they blink together, the weirdness and horror that words simply can't describe.

The eyes opened to the maximum at the same time, and all eyes focused on He Lingchuan together.

They were scrutinizing him, assessing him, and with deep malice in every look!

The overwhelming pressure almost killed him.

He Lingchuan was as good as a stream, his knees were weak, and he sat on the weighing plate.

Without any disguise, he turned pale and sweated coldly.

It turned out that he was facing not only Miao Zhantian, but also countless gods hidden behind the sky, waiting for his answer.

I'm just a mere mortal, can I cause such a big battle?

The vast and boundless divine power suddenly descended, and the Buddha could be resisted and blocked, and it could drive mortals crazy in an instant.

Even He Lingchuan heard countless voices in his ears, like whispers, but more like arguments, coming from a very distant place, and there was only a little echo left to him.

Are the gods arguing with each other?

He subconsciously curled up, his lips trembling, as if he was about to go into shock in the next second.

These performances are not fakes, but the result of him opening his heart and not being deliberately strong.

"Alright." This time, Miao Zhantian's voice was full of majesty, "Since the True Eye is activated, you must believe the results it gives!" ”

As soon as she spoke, the power of the gods in the sky came to an abrupt end, and the space immediately returned to emptiness and tranquility.

The feeling of oppression, which was so heavy that it was impossible to breathe, disappeared at the same time, as if it were just an illusion.

This space is dead quiet.

I don't know how long it took before He Lingchuan tentatively shouted: "Heaven, Tianzun? ”

Miao Zhan said again: "Very good, we still have one last question left. ”

He Lingchuan waited with bated breath.

In front of him, he has broken two-thirds of the deadlock.

As long as he answered the last question correctly, he would have survived the catastrophe.

"What is the relationship between you and Mu Guo?" It's still the same question, big and complete.

Yes? Mu Guo?

This is a question he never expected. He Lingchuan subconsciously shook his head, this time he was extraordinarily honest.

"Answer."

"It doesn't matter." He froze, "I've only heard of Mu Guo, I've never been there, and I've never had anything to do with it!" ”

The scales start again.

Undoubtedly, in the end, the litmus test was lifted, and the weighing plate on his side sank.

The truth couldn't be more true.

The canopy suddenly darkened, and the surrounding landscape receded like a tide. It's a strange feeling, like a canvas immersed in water and the paint fades.

But at this time, He Lingchuan suddenly heard a rough voice say:

"This body is good, why don't you surrender?"

The changes around him suddenly stopped, and the fading part of the canvas was a void, as if something was dancing its teeth and claws, rushing towards He Lingchuan.

The shape of the thing was so dark that it could not be seen, and He Lingchuan only knew that it carried infinite coercion, and he was powerless to resist.

Like a mouse in front of a lion.

If the darkening of the canopy hadn't been interrupted, he probably wouldn't have been able to see it.

Miao Zhantian's voice sounded again, contrary to the previous Wen Dun calm, and obviously displeased with his companion's self-assertion:

"No!"

Another voice said: "At such a big cost, at least a little bit of the cost will be recovered!" ”

However, before Miao Zhantian could make a move, in the void left behind after the canvas was uncovered, a blue light suddenly lit up.

Seems like a mark?

The black shadow was shrunk back, and the rough voice snorted, very surprised: "How can there be a mark of Naluotian?" ”

(End of chapter)