The moment he passed through the arch, he sensed an aura of antiquity with majesty, which was to declare to all the monks that this place, which had existed for nearly 100,000 years, was sacrosanct.

After a short suspension in the air, Fuyi's feet fell to the ground, and before he could stand firmly, he saw a strange person standing in the middle of the foundation in the distant treetops, and the action of drawing a bow and shooting arrows took place among the electric lights and flints.

Flicking his clothes and thinking about the mist, he stood in place and avoided it, and waved a sword Pingping, the white light was like a crescent moon, looking calm and quiet, without the slightest murderous intention. Until the moment the sword light and the long arrow collided in the air, the fierce golden aura exploded as if enraged, and the wave of qi swept away in the direction where the monk was.

The terrain here was flat, with an endless meadow at your feet, and a gray sky overhead, except for a tree in the direction of the monk's position, which was gradually turning into powder in the storm volume formed by the sword qi at this moment.

The monk had already jumped up, and in mid-air he unleashed his flying sword, landing firmly behind the hilt, and his figure disappeared in the original direction in a flash.

Whoosh –

Three light sounds sounded from different directions, attacking the back of the head, the left heart and the abdominal dantian respectively. With a wave of her right hand, she leaped into the air at the same time as the man and the sword, and her feet hooked at will, landing steadily on the mist.

"It's too weak. "The monks who don't like to attack from afar, that means their flesh is as fragile as a piece of paper. One trick is enough. She stretched out her right hand forward, and the pure golden spiritual power gathered a pure white wide sword, the aura was dazzling, and the momentum made people chill down the spine.

Upper, middle, lower, left. The broadsword swung out four sword rays in the blink of an eye, and before the monk who had generated the formation could see the movement clearly, he felt a cold light penetrate the center of his eyebrows, and the bow and arrow in his hand and the flying sword under his feet suddenly fell downward.

The monk himself froze in the air, like a puppet stuck in a shell, and it was not until the sword light from the flicker destroyed the three long arrows that had just struck that the monk's figure gradually became transparent.

The grassland was gone, the gray sky was gone, and after a moment of looking around, he was sure that he was the first to come to the repair point.

The trimming point is a forest full of strange trees, and the trees are covered with all kinds of vines, and the soles of the feet are all webs woven by vines, some thick and some thin, as if if you are not careful, you will fall into it and fall into the darkness of the position.

It's not that I think too much about it, but there are indeed various crises and tests here, in order to raise the vigilance of the low-level monks when they are resting through various frightes.

Fu Yi walked around, walking, and the aura that was not consumed much was naturally recovered. Half a pillar of incense passed, Zhong Yun was the second to go out, and the two happened to meet face to face, and they couldn't help but smile proudly when they looked at each other.

"Such a coincidence, the first one to come out, the strength is amazing!"

"yes, yes, I just came out and walked around and saw you, and you're not bad. ”

The two hypocritically praised each other, and one after another, another monk teleported out of the pass. There are family members, and there are also strong casual cultivators, the difficulty of the first level is really not great, and everyone encounters different monks and attacks, but there is no difference in overall strength.

The monks who knew each other gathered in a heap, chatting excitedly about everything they saw in the phantom array, eager to tell each other and themselves every move. Fu Yi and Zhong Yun quickly left the crowd and followed the flickering aura to the second level.

The guiding aura was like countless flying insects, scattered on both sides of the road, extending to the arch of the level, and when the two of them arrived, they were followed by dozens of recovered monks, some with familiar faces, and some unfamiliar cultivators.

Fu Yi's gaze swept over the fifteen scattered cultivators, and five of them had doubtful gazes, but she couldn't be sure for a while. With the Zhong family's understanding of Zhong Yun, they should know that there are a lot of good things on this walking treasure house, and they shouldn't just send three or five people.

The other ten casual cultivators didn't look suspicious, their expressions were downcast and generous, and they couldn't tell whether it was true or false on the surface. She didn't care much about the clothes, anyway, no matter how many people there were, they had to wait until the end of the third level to make any moves, and she should focus on breaking through the level now.

"See you at the second level. Fuyi said hello to Zhong Yun and strode into the aperture arch.

Hiss –

The two giant pythons hovered in mid-air, spitting snake letters at the suddenly intruding clothes, and the two giant tails swept from the air, one left and one right, setting off a whirlpool of Dao spiritual energy, and there was a kind of pinprick pain when it swept across the cheeks.

The defensive skirt on her body flickered, gathering a heavy shield to resist the raging whirlpool, and the fog sensed her mind, and she rose into the air without deliberate manipulation.

Diagonally picked, horizontally split, two curved white lights broke through the heavy waves of qi and attacked the soft snake letter of the giant python. The whistling sound, the sound of explosion, shook the snowfield.

The two giant pythons dodged smartly, and one swooped down, submerging into the snow and rushing straight towards the clothes. The other was still sweeping in the air, this time with a black glow mixed in with the wave of air, like scales born from its body.

Shen Wu's figure turned to the front of Fu Yi, and when she jumped up, she rushed into the air again, just to avoid the giant python that suddenly burst out of the ground, and the blood basin bit the air, and swept the scales into the air in a hurry.

The black darkness is gathering denser and denser, as if it is about to fall black snow. Fu Yi condensed the sword with spiritual power, and his body was like an afterimage, and the speed of shuttling in the air was faster than the cognition of the double python.

When she stopped, the human sword had already walked out of the range of the fighting technique, and nearly a thousand white lights of different shapes erupted from the direction where the two giant pythons were, like two nets condensed by light, restricting their movements.

Fu Yi stood on the sword, turned away the lightsaber in his hand and snapped his fingers.

Boom Boom Boom –

The seemingly harmless sword qi net exploded in an instant, and the flesh and blood of the two giant pythons turned into a dark red mist, staining a large area of snow fields red, and black scales flew in the air, and finally fell weakly, submerging into the dirty snow.

The phantom array gradually disappeared, and the clothes came to the rest point again, and when they saw that there was no one around, they couldn't help but sigh. "It's cold in the heights. ”

The rest point looks the same, and the green and faint vines are hanging everywhere, but Fu Yi is keenly aware that the aura here is richer than the rest point of the first level.

The higher the difficulty of the level, the more spiritual power will be consumed, and in order to avoid the monk wasting time in the step of recovering spiritual power, the spiritual energy at the rest point will become more and more intense.

In this way, not only can the monk recover as soon as possible, but it can also form a silent urging. Once recovered, there was no reason to continue to sit still, and the monk always carried a sense of tiredness, more similar to his real-world experience.

After all, the real world doesn't leave people much respite, and if you can pass more levels in a tired state, your strength and perseverance will improve.

Fuyi quickly waited for Zhong Yun, and the two did not delay this time, and went straight to the third level after a quick recovery.

Before stepping into the arch, the two looked at each other and nodded, ready for the assassination.

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