Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Star Rail senior, I don't know this level of heart refining, but I have passed?"

Star Rail replied lightly.

"That ......" Chang Ling looked around and looked fixedly in the direction where the sound of the star track came from.

Xingdao coughed lightly, and said a little helplessly: "The triple trial, all of which were set by me before my death, each level has been set, except for the first level, I can stop after the figurines beat the trialist to death and clear the corpse, I can't interfere with the next two levels." ”

Who would have thought that this person would walk the path of refining his heart so fast.

"Don't you need to clean up the corpse in the next two levels?" Chang Ling asked suspiciously.

Star Rail patted the stone wall beside him: "This is already the core of the secret realm, and the bones left here will be swallowed directly into the wall and become the energy that supports the secret realm. ”

"Millennium?" Chang Ling asked rather puzzled.

The lifespan of the Yuan Infant Realm is only a thousand years, if this star track fell a thousand years ago, then how could he be Su Yu's friend?

"Do you know the real person of Yuanhua Gate?" Chang Ling asked tentatively.

Star Rail hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Su Yu, I don't know, but those figurines should be known, they should be the senior brothers of the same sect?"

Chang Ling's heart was cold, when he was born in the mutual registration number just now, those people were all from Yuanhuamen.

"Well, you're not mistaken, figurines, naturally, they have to be made of people. I like the Yuanhua sect very much, the disciples in their sect have been involved in all kinds of ways, and they are very versatile after refining them into figurines. Star Rail said happily.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't refine you into figurines, my figurines must at least be in the Yuan Infant Realm, and you will at most become the nourishment of the secret realm." ”

Chang Ling was not comforted.

Star Rail seemed to be aroused, and said with great interest: "Do you know how the figurines are made? When you kill someone, you should start paying attention, it is best not to have any damage outside the body, and the corpse must be preserved intact, so that the figurines can be made beautiful." ”

"Well, the eyes are too hard to preserve, so it's better to shave them, there is a ghost fire that can burn in the deep sea at the bottom of the South China Sea, so I took the time to get some, do you see their eyes, a thousand years later, they are still as bright as ever. ”

"As long as you leave a good-looking skin bag for the figurines, you still have to deal with the internal organs, I've heard of ......"

............

Listening to Star Rail's excited voice, Chang Ling stood there with no discomfort, ready to summon the Chixiao Sword when Star Rail was about to strike at her.

Star Rail didn't seem to mean to hurt her, although Chang Ling never replied to his words, and he spoke cheerfully alone.

The excitement in his words that could not be concealed made Chang Ling feel even more sad.

A person like Star Rail will definitely be praised on the Tianxuan Continent, this is the single-minded path that most people are pursuing.

He never thought much about how to brutally dispose of the corpses of several people he had killed, and only thought about how to refine a better work.

Those who he fancied were not people at all, they were just raw materials.

What interrupted Star Track's words was a door that suddenly opened on his side, and the light instantly squeezed into the dark inner room, Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

She hurriedly said goodbye to the star tracks, and then walked quickly to the door, as if she could escape the bone-eating heavy darkness.

Xing Liang looked at Chang Ling's back, and sighed a few words meaningfully, his life was also dedicated to the avenue he pursued.

He used all his strength and all his savings to refine his body into such an 'immortal and immortal' powerful 'magic weapon', and the only regret was probably that since then, he has never been able to study the formation or refine the weapon.

Chang Ling walked through this door, and it was the same inner room as the one where there were figurines before, but this room was empty, Chang Ling looked carefully, and could not find any indicative words.

Is this the third level?

Chang Ling tentatively took a few steps inside, and the door behind him closed suddenly, and in an instant, there was no trace of the door behind him, and there were exactly the same walls all around.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, and it didn't take long for sweat droplets to slip down from Chang Ling's forehead, and as the temperature continued to rise, she had to wrap herself with spiritual power, otherwise she was afraid that she would really be 'heat to death'.

A monk was killed by heat, and that was a novel way to die.

The walls and ground behind him were already very hot, and Chang Ling had to control the qi volley, and the aura was consumed extremely quickly.

I don't know how long it took, the temperature in the room stopped rising, and if he didn't stay here for a quarter of an hour, Chang Ling's spiritual power would be exhausted.

She had to keep taking out the Spirit Breath Grass from the storage artifact and swallowing it, barely holding on.

To add insult to injury, a force suddenly hit her directly in the air, giving her no room to hide without warning, and she was smashed directly into the wall on the side.

The robes and skin clinging to the wall instantly turned black.

Chang Ling hurriedly stabilized his figure, and the next attack came again.

There was no trace of this attack at all, and Chang Ling could only follow each other one at a time.

After several attacks, Chang Ling did not suffer any substantial damage due to the effect of the spirit grass.

Strangely, like the previous figurines, this invisible attack also avoided the vital points of her body.

............

The star track, which was still in the dark passage before, looked at the closed door in front of him, and blinked in confusion.

"Hey, isn't this third level a test of people's refining skills, how did she walk in by herself, hmm, could it be that she really wants to take the road of refining people? Although I set up this possibility at that time, how could someone complete it......"

"Oh, when she broke the formation before, she should have been deliberately beaten by those figurines, presumably such a strong body was also refined by the way of refining people before? ”

"Will there be any genius who thinks of refining people like me? ”

He completely forgot that the beautiful sign of the third level was accidentally damaged when the first few intruders passed by, and no one had been here for a long time, and he also forgot to explain the rules of the third level.

Chang Ling made a mistake like this, and became the outstanding and brave 'refining' practitioner in Xingdao's heart.