In the half month that Han Zhi and Lu Ruohan left, Cheng Yun often drank alone in the building outside the building.

Louwailou is an industry of Jin Kuizong, which sells a kind of wine, called Jinchao drunk, the wine is brewed with excellent mountain springs and rice, in the process of winemaking, there are monks who keep inputting spiritual power into it, making this Jinchao drunk taste more mellow at the same time, it can also play a role in the growth of monks' cultivation.

The reason why monks love this wine is that this wine is just like its name, which can make monks drunk, as a monk, it is rare to get drunk, this drunk can make you drunk today.

This alone is to make the building outside the building famous, the monks of Jinkui City, in their spare time, are like to come here to buy a pot of drunkenness, pastime.

Cheng Yun has been here almost every day in the past half a month, and he likes to sit by the window on the second floor, look out the window, and drink alone.

"It's like a dream. ”

Cheng Yun drank the first pot of Jinchao Drunk, a trace of drunkenness came up, his consciousness was a little trance, and between talking to himself, he said the words "floating like a dream".

"I had a dream in Lu Ruohan's illusion technique, and I told her that it was a dream, a moment, but for me, it was a lifetime of reincarnation. Cheng Yun recalled the dream he spent in Lu Ruohan's illusion soul technique that day, and not only sighed.

He is now only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but because of that dream, he has experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, and the vicissitudes of the world.

Cheng Yun once sighed the same as a dream on the bank of the Lechuan River, and that time was an exclamation for the four words "floating like a dream", but now, it is melancholy.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies!" This old saying has been said by the elders of the clan. The ancients were famous villages, and after waking up from the dream, I don't know whether they dreamed of butterflies or butterflies dreamed of themselves. Cheng Yun took a sip of Jinchao drunk and remembered the story that the old man in the tribe once told.

"I have lived a life in a dream, and now I wake up and know that it was a dream, and I still linger and remember it vividly, but I don't know if what I am doing now will be someone else's dream. Cheng Yun felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart, and he repeatedly chattered about his life.

After a long time, Cheng Yun saw a small grass in the pond outside the window, this small grass swayed in the wind, and it seemed that as long as a breeze blew, it could be uprooted.

Cheng Yun saw this scene, and had a lot of thoughts for a while, and only after a moment of silence did he secretly say in his heart: "Weak as grass and trees, but also hard work for a lifetime, I, Cheng Yun, have the responsibility of reviving the clan, even if I am like a dream, I have to do my best, but I want to have a clear conscience in my heart!"

In the days before leaving the clan, Cheng Yun had an epiphany on the bank of the Lechuan River, but at this time, he stepped into that wonderful realm again in the outer building of this Jinkui City, and his cultivation may not have increased much, but his state of mind has been raised to an extremely high level.

"Tongtian Realm opens, come to the Tower of Babel!" Yan Kui's voice sounded, Cheng Yun was awakened by this voice, woke up from his epiphany, and took out Yan Kui's communication talisman in the Qingguang Ring.

"The Tower of Babel has been closed, an hour later, the Tower of Babel will be opened, come to the bottom of the Tower of Babel, and the old man will take you to the Tower of Babel!" Yan Kui's complete rumor came out of the messenger, Cheng Yun put away the talisman, and used his spiritual power to dissolve the alcohol power in his body.

After half a pillar of incense, Cheng Yun rushed to the outside of the Tower of Babel, the Tower of Babel had been closed at this moment, and the monks around the Tower of Babel had become scarce, Yan Kui saw Cheng Yun coming, and he came to Cheng Yun in a flash.

"Senior Yan Kui!" Cheng Yun saw Yan Kui and saluted with his fists.

Yan Kui looked at Cheng Yun, and after a while, he said happily: "Okay! Okay! Cheng Yun, in a short period of time, you have made such progress, if you talk about talent, you are just middle and upper, but among the juniors of this generation, you are the first person the old man has ever seen!"

Cheng Yun was not overjoyed by Yan Kui's praise, he said: "Yan Kui's predecessors praised it falsely, and Cheng Yun didn't dare to be ashamed. ”

Yan Kui smiled slightly, stopped talking, raised his hand and pointed, and dragged Cheng Yun towards the top of the Tower of Babel.

After a few breaths, Yan Kui and Cheng Yun came to the hall at the top of the Tower of Babel.

"Those who participate in the trial, take out the token and drip it into a drop of blood. A voice came from the hall, and it was impossible to hear where it came from, but the monks in the hall did not dare to disobey.

Cheng Yun also took out the token, cut his finger, and dripped a drop of blood into it.

After dripping with blood, the mark on Cheng Yun's forehead appeared, and after flashing three times in response to the mark on the token, it disappeared.

"The trialist enters the teleportation array, and the rest, stop, violator, kill!" Another voice came out of the hall, although the tone was flat, but the last killing word was deeply reflected in everyone's minds.

Cheng Yun and a group of younger monks stepped into the flickering teleportation array in the hall, and the moment Cheng Yun stepped in, he sensed the four divine senses surging towards him.

The first divine consciousness was Han Ling, who had lost his identity as a Seven Peerless Cultivator, but for some reason he was able to appear here again.

The second divine sense is Zhu Han, whom Cheng Yun met, and after this person and Cheng Yun looked at each other, they both smiled slightly.

The third and fourth divine senses were all people Cheng Yun had never known before, and they came from two young monks respectively, one of them was magnificent, and the other had cold eyes.

Cheng Yun's body moved, and he didn't look at these divine senses that explored him, and stepped into the teleportation array.

When he woke up again, Cheng Yun and the group of young monks were in a plain.

When the monks awoke, they all dispersed and stood with their acquaintances.

Zhu Han in the distance sent a glance to Cheng Yun, Cheng Yun understood and walked in the direction of Zhu Han.

"I said goodbye that day, I didn't expect to see Cheng Daoyou here today!" Zhu Han said to Cheng Yun.

"Zhu Daoyou, don't come unharmed. Cheng Yun said to Zhu Han, and at the same time, he was also looking at the monks present.

Of the two young monks who had previously released their divine sense exploration to Cheng Yun, one of them with cold eyes stood alone on the side, looking straight at Cheng Yun with a cold expression, and his eyes were even more cold.

Cheng Yun followed the young man's gaze and found that his appearance was somewhat similar to Di Fei and Di Lang who were killed by himself, Cheng Yun had a guess in his heart, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The other young monk walked towards Cheng Yun and Zhu Han, this young monk had an extraordinary bearing, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he walked to Zhu Han and Cheng Yun

Front.

"Brother Hua Chen, I didn't expect you to be in this trial!" Zhu Han seemed to know the young monk and called out his name.

"The breakthrough of the family teacher is imminent, and I, as a disciple, must always do my best. Brother Zhu, this Daoist friend is the Cheng Yun Cheng Daoyou who made the Heavenly Gilded List come, right?" Hua Chen said to Zhu Han, and at the same time his eyes were also looking at Cheng Yun.

"That's right, this Cheng Daoyou is the one who made the gilt list of the heavens descend that day!Cheng Daoyou, Brother Hua Chen is also a seven-peer cultivator, he is the sixth of the seven peerless cultivators!" Zhu Han introduced Hua Chen to Cheng Yun.

Cheng Yun hugged his fists and said: "In the next Cheng Yun, the name of the Seven Peerless Cultivation, Cheng Mou has also heard of it, and now that he sees Hua Daoyou, he knows that this is true." ”

"Little bunnies, give me peace!"

While they were talking, an old man slowly descended from mid-air in the middle of the plain, and under his shouting, none of the monks present spoke again.

Being able to fly into the sky with his own strength, this old man's cultivation is the weakest and also the Haoyue Realm, and this alone can make the monks present respect.

"The trial of the Heavenly Realm, which is divided into three levels and one line, is now the first level, each of you will draw a portrait of the old man to the old man, as for whether to pass the test or not, the old man will decide. The old man took out a magic weapon in the shape of a picture album, tore it up, and immediately hundreds of blank pieces of paper flew in front of the monks.

The old man took out another rough brush from his waist, and with a wave of it, it turned into hundreds of identical brushes, and flew in front of the monks.

Cheng Yun took over the blank paper and brush, and as soon as he started at the beginning, Cheng Yun was attracted by this piece of white paper and brush.

"This brush seems ordinary, but in fact, the brushes in the hands of these hundreds of monks are just clones, and to be able to separate so many doppelgangers, this magic weapon must be of extremely high grade. This piece of white paper is even more extraordinary, if you don't have the peak combat power of the six mangs, you can't leave a mark on it!" Cheng Yun carefully looked at the white paper and brush, and after a while, he discovered the mystery in it.

"The ink on the brush, with my cultivation, also has to exert eighty percent of my strength to force the ink out and stay on the white paper, this first level, the test is the control of spiritual power!" Cheng Yun lifted the brush, carried the spiritual power into it, and waved it on the white paper.

The monks present have different cultivations, the weakest is just the knot, and the strongest, the monks who have condensed the seventh mang, the cultivation is different, the brush and the white paper received are also different, no matter what the cultivation is, it is not easy to draw a portrait of the old man on the white paper.