Time passed slowly, and the higher the pressure, the more pressure increased, and in the end, it was almost overwhelming, squeezing from all directions, everyone was like falling into a quagmire, the consumption of true qi was huge, the clothes were tattered, and the skin was wrinkled and old.

"If you don't enter the holy realm, you're an ant after all!"

Many people grit their teeth and shout angrily, but this sentence is the most likely to give birth to unyielding thoughts and hopes in people's hearts.

After a full three hours, the pressure above suddenly relaxed, and the resistance of the ancient saint's true qi disappeared.

It's just that there seems to be an inexplicable change around me.

Xin Zhuo frowned, he found himself entering a dead space, surrounded by nothing but some arcs of huge tree trunks, empty, half of a person.

"Crunch ......"

Just when he was puzzled, a door suddenly opened on the trunk of the tree, and inside the door was a simple and simple room, a wooden bed, a big red flower sheet, a red mandarin duck quilt, and a desk on the side, on which there was a stack of books, Chinese, algebra, English, especially the letters "junior English for China" on the cover of the English textbook and the illustrations of two smiling girls holding books next to them......

Under the desk, there is a green-shell boiling water bottle, a can of flowing beans, and a box of cards.

On the square wooden table in the opposite corner, a middle-aged man with messy hair, a bottle of big koji, a plate of peanuts, humming a small song, and the smell of wine was monstrous.

Xin Zhuo was shocked, and his eyes widened violently.

Family!

Home as a teenager.

It's become strange, but it's deeply imprinted in the depths of my mind.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman with short hair with a kind face hurriedly entered, and when she arrived at the door, she saw it with a smile.

Xin Zhuo only felt that his nose was sore, his vision was blurred, and his whole body trembled violently.

"Did you write your homework today? Mom went to work, come here, show you something good. ”

The woman beckoned, her voice soft, and the smile on her face was so familiar, as if embedded in the depths of her soul.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but walk forward and stretched out his hand: "Mom, I'm ......"

Seeing that it was about to touch the tips of the woman's fingers, a strong smell of well water rushed into her nose.

He was suddenly startled, immediately retreated, looked up again, and saw that his eyes were empty, where was there half a figure?

He couldn't help but hunch over, gasping for air, a moment of sadness, helplessness, and endless shifts between reality and illusion, so that he didn't know where he was.

This abyss is too terrifying, it can actually hook out the most nostalgic things in your heart, ignore the barriers, if you can't see the shaking of the moon well, protect the heart of the well owner, just be afraid......

What happens if it fails?

He looked around, and his heart trembled slightly.

I saw more than 2,000 people around the trunk, all of whom had fallen into some kind of illusion, and at least three or four hundred people were bleeding and struggling, and they were miserable!

Even the lowest few people, their breath was extremely weak, and the quasi-saint cultivation was gradually declining.

……

Below, on the Thousand Palaces of the Sea of Traps, tens of thousands of people looked up at the sky.

The disciples of the Trapping Sea and the martial artists of all forces all held their breath and concentrated, with complex emotions of envy and apprehension on their faces.

"If you don't become holy, you are an ant after all" is by no means an empty word, a saint is the pursuit of everyone, and it is the existence that can be called the ancestor of the Tao.

It's just that there are more than 2,000 quasi-saints above, how many people can be successfully sanctified on the ground?

Once they become saints, any one of them will be a big figure in the world in the future.

Don't you hear that the thirteen holy relics of the holy city were so sensational in the world?

On the main hall of the Trapping Sky Sea, there were more than 30 people sitting cross-legged, including Chen Wentian, the ancestor of the Trapping Sky Sea, Jiang Wen of the Jiang family, Ye Feiying of the Ye family, Zhao Chunqiu of the Zhao family, Ji Fengyu of the Ji family, Ying Ying and Bauhinia Holy Land Exterminating Horses, and other top families and masters of the Holy Land Cave Heaven on and off the mountain.

A group of people also looked directly into the abyss high in the sky.

Gongsun Li was also there on the side, she wanted to ask whether Shizun's death was true or false, whether it was Jiang Wen's angry words, after all, the catastrophe of all races was coming, and the first medical emperor of this great domain had no reason to die.

It's a pity that a group of great sages have a strong aura and are too coercive, so she can't ask, so she has to turn pale and silently look at the high sky and abyss, looking for the figure of her junior brother.

Jiang Wen is right, the saint will never care about your combat strength, the saint is noble and immaculate, transcendental, and must not have earthly distractions, the important thing is to have the divine bloodline and his own way.

"The way of oneself" is the foundation of sanctification, and slaughter, affection, swordsmanship, gunlessness, and so on......

She and her master and brothers have never talked about it with the little junior brother, after all, the way to the sainthood, everyone is different, the more unruly and domineering people are, the more difficult it is to cultivate, they don't understand Xin Zhuo's way, for fear of saying the wrong thing, causing the little junior brother to be in a trance, waste the years, and miss his future.

If the junior disciple fails to enter the saint this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to advance in this life!

At this moment, I only heard Ye Feiying, who was a mustache and sighed lightly: "Sage, you must have a tenacious heart, you must know the thoughts of heaven and earth, do not enter the mortal world, have no sins, and have a good mind!" This illusion goes straight to the depths of the quasi-saint's heart, and the obsession is infinitely magnified!

Ren Ling is amazingly talented and unparalleled in combat power, if you can't pass this level, you will have to sink into the sand, I hope the juniors can ask yourself your heart and go over! ”

Ji Fengyu, the great sage of the Ji clan, was a young man, chuckled, and said like a few family treasures: "Ye Miaojin, Jiang Wuxing, Zhao Tong'er, True Martial Artist Li Chunyuan, Yingsi Ren, Bauhinia Holy Land Qin Hao, Hades Qingxiao, Trapping the Sky Sea Si No Man, Yuheng Murong Yunze, Kaiyang Liuyu These people are all juniors with a good mind, the pride of the sky, I am afraid that entering the true saint is like exploring the bag.

It's not difficult for a true sage! ”

"Oh? I don't know that Xin Zhuo ...... "The Great Sage of the Bauhinia Holy Land is a short old man, and said: "This son has unparalleled combat power and strange talent, so what should I do?"

There are many masters who died in the Bauhinia Holy Land at his hands, and there are two quasi-saints.

Ye Feiying shook his head and said, "It's difficult!" This illusion is only afraid that he will be immersed in it for a long time, this son has practiced for seventy-five years, of which seventy years are on the road to being hunted and killed, it can be described as a bumpy life, this kind of person has the most mixed minds, how can he break the illusion? ”

Everyone subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen chuckled: "The false saint is his creation!"

Everyone had no choice but to ignore Xin Zhuo.

Ji Fengyu said: "Let's see who wakes up first, this person should be the most thoughtful, this kind of person is very terrifying!"

Ye Feiying smiled: "It should be one of those boys you said!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of great sages suddenly looked slight.

I saw that one of the people in the "high-altitude abyss" woke up first, and only entered the illusion for ten breaths.

"...... Xinzhuo"

"Ten Breaths ......"

"This person ......"

A group of great sages have been unspeakable for a long time, why is this the most unlikely son?

That Jiang Wen looked calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next moment, no one cared about Xin Zhuo anymore, only to see that the hundreds of quasi-saints who had entered the deepest illusion suddenly screamed, their bodies exploded, and they died tragically on the spot, flesh and blood flying all over the sky, and a body without a major cultivator had just appeared, and was absorbed by the trunk of the tree.

The scene was terrible!

"What does that mean?"

A group of great sages suddenly looked at the "Trapped Sky Sea" Chen Wentian Ancestor who was sitting cross-legged on the main seat.

Trapped in the sea of the air, "the Holy Rim Rises" into the sanctification, although it is dangerous, in previous years, no one died tragically, the most unfortunate serious injuries fell, and the sanctification failed. Slightly stronger, mixed with a pseudo-saint, and cultivating martial arts in the future is also a way out.

The catastrophe of all races is imminent, and so many quasi-saints have died tragically, isn't it a disaster for the world?

The low-level martial artists in all directions also looked pale, because those quasi-saints were the ancestors and elders of each family.

Chen Wentian stroked his beard, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "The old man said it before, didn't you hear clearly?" This abyss of holy presence has changed, I am afraid that it will be the last time, and there are only two ways for the quasi-saints to enter, either die or succeed in entering the sainthood! ”

After a pause, he pointed high into the sky: "But...... The old man can tell you with certainty that once these quasi-saint juniors succeed in entering the sainthood this time, they will be the strongest saint realm in history, and the hope of this domain in the future is all in these people! ”

A group of great saints were silent for a moment, knowing in their hearts.

That's right, the last time of the "Rise of the Holy Abyss" is bound to be the most demanding, the quasi-holy baptism is more thorough, and the strength of the sanctified person is naturally the strongest!

(End of chapter)