"Knock knock!"

Two bells rang three hours later.

Those disciples with their eyes closed opened their eyes a little confused, as if their heads had been beaten by something.

Before they could react, they were teleported.

The disciples watching around also guessed from their reactions that they had an illusion or something like that.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the second contest of disciples who remain in the ring."

The disciple who was teleported out of the ring finally came back to his senses from his stunned state.

"Master! I don't understand! ”

"Ask the head of the sea! I'm not convinced! Why? I don't remember anything, why I didn't make the election! ”

"That's right! Ask the boss to give us an answer! ”

Wen Hai looked at the monks who were a little unclear and angry, and said what the ancestor had told him.

"The second sect competition is about heart, perseverance and perception! The level set up by the sect is an illusion, in the illusion, you will encounter some illusions set in advance, and you will lose your memory, and those who can always stick to themselves can come out! Those who can be sensitive and attentive are two out! Able not to indulge in the give-up three out! ”

"So, then why, we don't have the memories of the illusion?"

"yes, aren't all illusions about waking up and having memories?"

This is also the most puzzled place for the monks.

Wen Hai looked at the monks and sighed secretly.

Using a trace of the illusion laid by the Dao machine, if you want not to eat the disciples and not be discovered by the Heavenly Dao, you can only use the Dao machine to erase their memories again.

Unless the Dao machine is touched again, some memories will be triggered.

But how can the Taoist machine be so easy to encounter and trigger?

The Heavenly Meteorite of the Spirit Dao Sect was obtained and handed down without knowing how much effort it took to get it.

Wen Hai raised his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"This is a high-level phantom array, which was personally laid down by the ancestor of the Spirit Dao Sect, because it involves personal privacy and sect privacy, all those who enter the illusion realm will not have any memories."

As soon as the words came out, the faces of many disciples around him changed.

Personal privacy, who doesn't have a little personal privacy? Especially the kind of personal privacy that is not easy to see.

Even when I watched the monk's face change slightly.

If this kind of supernatural power is placed on them......

Some people couldn't help but ooze cold sweat from their backs, and sure enough, the divine power of the Dao Jun in the out-of-body period was extremely powerful!

Wen Hai seemed to have anticipated the reaction of the monks on the scene.

"You don't need to panic, our sect does not have the intention of probing you, and the ancestor also does not affect your heart on the basis of not affecting your heart, so that the illusion does not carry your memory, and you do not have the memory of the illusion."

Asking the sea to talk about it, with a flick of his hand, pieces of fragments appeared on the high platform, and there were some pictures on the fragments, all of which were the confused appearance of the participating disciples at the beginning after entering the illusion realm, and the later fragments were white and vast, and nothing could be seen.

Seeing this, some people were relieved.

But there are also some monks who are thieves and have a twinkling eye.

And some of the power monks who watched were silent on the surface, but they were already stirring up stormy waves in their hearts.

The approach of this Spirit Dao Sect, especially the out-of-body Dao Monarch's move, is really shocking.

It seems that some things still need to be done well......

Wen Hai looked at the various faces of the monks below and didn't say anything more.

And the thousand feathers on those eliminated monks were also distributed to the disciples who had been promoted.

"Now, after a quarter of an hour's rest, the third round of the competition has officially begun!"

As soon as Shen Qingyi returned to the stage, he looked at the place on the high platform, and then looked at his hands.