From knowing that he had become a soybean, or that he was possessed by a soybean, Xiao Meow had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the hunch came true.

At this time, Xiao Meow is lying on a stone mill, and there are buckets, wooden basins, and brooms around him, and he wants to grind the rhythm of beans.

shook his round body, and subconsciously made a movement to swallow saliva.

With a tenacious look in his eyes, he squeezed the hole in the mill again.

After a cup of tea.

An elegant figure appeared at the door.

Sunlight shone in through the door, reflecting a familiar figure on the wall.

Seeing this figure, Xiao Meow's expression was stagnant at first, and then an irrepressible joy rolled up ripples in her heart, making her a little bloody for a while.

Excitedly, he tried to beat on the stone mill.

It's a pity that as a soybean, what she can do is really limited, in Mo Chen's eyes, he is just two rolls.

"Mo Chen, it turned out to be Mo Chen again. He muttered a few words in his mouth, and his eyes stared greedily at Mo Chen in front of him.

But then he secretly thought about it again, and said in his heart: "It's fake again, although this time is much more realistic than last time, but how can the real him appear here." ”

Just when Xiao Meow was thinking like this, Mo Chen on the other side moved, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, stretched out two slender fingers, and slowly walked towards the soybeans that Xiao Meow became.

Accurately twisted the one possessed by the little meow, and held it up in front of him to look at it carefully.

Meow held her breath and stared hard at her eyes as she looked at the slowly growing face in front of her.

"Bang" first.

Then, as if uncontrolled, the heart beat wildly one after another.

This was the first time he had seen Mo Chen's eyes so closely.

The slender eyelashes, like two thick little brushes, flickered one after another, washing away the troubles of the world.

The translucent eyes, clear and quiet, like a bottomless pool, accompanied by ripples in a circle, attract Xiao Meow's heart.

Little Meow is already crazy, and I can't wait to be held in the palm of my hand like this all the time.

The eyes are not instantaneous, and the heart is like thunder, and there is nothing else in the heart.

Mo Chen seemed to be able to guess his thoughts, and the corners of his mouth gently hooked up a beautiful arc.

With a flick of his fingers, the little meow turned into a soybean and returned to the stone mill with a grunt.

Before the little meow could scream, the sound of the stone mill rolling sounded.

A miserable "whoosh" resounded in the sky, of course, this sound was just her hallucination, in fact, in this dim little room, there was nothing but the monotonous sound of stone grinding.

Xiao Meow has been pushed down from the small hole in the stone mill, and then his body "rattles", and was crushed into slag, and under the huge squeezing force of the stone mill, he was still panting.

At this point, it's really hard to breathe.

For Xiao Meow, who has survived in this world for more than ten years, there is no time like this one.

The experience of her soul being crushed to slag was the most unbearable thing she had experienced so far.

Although it was only a short moment, her divine consciousness had immediately become chaotic, and unlike before, the other times, no matter how she spoke, she could move a little, or she could resist a little.

And this time it's really like a salted fish, lying on this stone mill, and I can't turn over.

Fortunately, a few laps after the soybean was crushed, her soul was automatically withdrawn and attached to a new soybean.

It's a short respite.

Moved his round body and recalled the experience just now, Xiao Meow burst into tears in his heart, and was about to take a long breath silently, but at this moment, the stone mill rolled up.

There was another terrible scream, and the little meow was once again crushed into scum.

And compared to the last time, the rolling time is a little longer.

As far as the urine nature of the Taoist Hall is concerned, it has been extended for a long time again and again, and Xiao Meow already knows it, but psychologically he is still a little incapable of receiving.

It's really too painful to grind and crush.

While shouting silently, he was resigned to being run over and around, about ten back and forth, Xiao Meow's spirit has faintly collapsed, and his spirit has become chaotic.

What old man, what Fengwu, even Mo Chen, couldn't raise a trace of waves in her heart.

Xiao Meow only felt that the spiritual qi was detaching from the body bit by bit.

Could it be that he was going to die here, he moved his eyelids vigorously, looked at the blurred surroundings weakly, and slowly closed his eyes weakly and a little unwillingly.

Fainted.

I don't know how much effort I had, but the pain in my body dissipated and emptied.

Little Meow wakes up quietly.

After waking up, Meow quickly tried to sit up and look around.

I thought that after fainting, I would be teleported out, at least there would be a short relief.

Unfortunately, she was soon disappointed, as far as her eyes could see, she was still the soybean, still waiting in line at the small hole like other soybeans, and at this time she was one step closer to the hole.

Even if you don't roll it carefully, you can immediately fall into this hole.

Xiao Meow wanted to cry without tears, looked at the beauty in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

Greedily moved his nose and took a hard breath of the breath belonging to Mo Chen.

Fuck, I can't resist, it's always okay to accept my fate, curse in my heart, Xiao Meow's little face was flat, and he jumped to the entrance of the cave like death.

Putting down the spiritual tea in his hand, Mo Chen lightly hooked the corners of his lips, raised his hand to put on the wooden handle, and gently turned the stone mill.

After a few times, when Xiao Meow thought he was going to faint again, the stone mill suddenly stopped, and then his body was light, and the soybeans were twisted up again.

This time, feeling the beauty close at hand, Xiao Meow has never been so satisfied as this time.

The beauty's skin is so moist, white and red, and it can be broken by blowing.

The beauty's expression is so focused, affectionate, and tender.

The beauty's breath is so gentle, like a piece of feathers, tickling the soul of the little meow, and like an orchid, faint with a sweetness.

Xiao Meow greedily grabbed the fingertips of the beauty, and made a posture that would not fall down even if he died.

There has never been such a time as this time, knowing that it is fake, and Mo Chen is so happy.

It's a pity that reality quickly gave her a slap in the face, and the moment she saw her turn around, Mo Chen's fingertips flicked lightly, and Xiao Meow fell down gloriously again.

Immediately afterward, a desperate crush came.

As if I didn't want her to faint, as if it was to speed up the pleasure of torturing people.

Every time, at the moment when she was about to faint, she was twisted.

Little meow is like this, one will be painful, one will be sweet and boundless, the whole body and mind are like a flat boat floating in the sea, one will float, one will sink.

After doing this again and again, I realized the reason why Mo Chen came to find a fake Mo Chen in this trial.

Pain and happiness, I guess that's what I'm talking about this time.

Trying to control not to let himself be schizophrenic,Xiao Meow slowly tried to let go of his mind,Only keep the original spirit,And let yourself be in a state of emptiness.,Finally, the mountain doesn't move.,The whole person is in a very mysterious state.。

The crushing of the stone mill also seemed to have lost its effect, and the pain was reduced by I don't know how many times compared to the last time.

Looking at her changes, Mo Chen's eyes darkened after revealing a hint of relief.

Two months later, I came out of the Prayer Hall again, and I felt that my life had reached its peak.

At this point, the second stage of the trial of the Confessional Hall was all over, and instead, the Confessional Hall reached the first place.

The Divine Consciousness has increased by one-tenth compared to before entering.

You can't underestimate this tenth, this is an effect that ordinary monks can't achieve with all odds.

And this is only the Qi cultivation stage, which has been used as a base number, and when it comes to the foundation building period, the Dan Formation period, and even the Yuan Infant stage, the number of divine consciousness will increase to the extent that tens of thousands of people are red-eyed.

In other words, it will be very possible to crush the monks of the same rank at that time.

Feeling this change, Xiao Meow was refreshed, and finally let out a vicious breath, raising his eyebrows.

Because he had not yet reached the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, it was a little too early to enter the third layer of the Daoist Hall at this time, and with his three-legged cat's kung fu, even if he entered it, it would be useless.

So she planned to wait a while and be fully prepared.

However, it can't be wasted that the Daoist Hall has such a good place to cultivate.

So this time, after only taking a short break for seven days, and after preparing the pills almost, he plunged into the Taoist Hall again, and he was tested from the first stage.

The difference is that she brought the dango with her.

Although Tuanzi is a wood spirit, the difficulty of the two trials together has doubled.

Spring goes to autumn, more than half a year has passed, this day.

The weather was unusually sunny, and Xiao Meow stretched her waist and walked comfortably with the dumplings to a wooden hut.

Looking at the empty wooden door, Xiao Meow couldn't help but sigh, this Taoist hall is really getting more and more picky, the first time, at least there are string bells to make a sweetness, this time it's good, there is nothing.

"Go, Tuanzi, let's go in and have a look, and by the way, I will collect the pills and spirit stones inside. Little Meow sat down boredly in front of the door and said to the group.

"Yes, sister. Tuanzi happily answered, pushed the door and walked in.

Looking at the well-behaved appearance of the group, Xiao Meow smiled happily, pulled a small grass from the ground, put it in his mouth, and played with it idly.

After a while, the group walked out of it, and sure enough, it was a group of spirit stones and a few pills.

At this point, the first two stages of the trial of the temple have been completed, and the next stage is the final stage.

The two of them were majestic and high-spirited, and steadily stepped into the third and final stage of the Confessional Hall.

This level is neither a level of condensing the physical body nor a level of improving one's divine sense, but a level of sharpening one's exercises.

Same as the second stage, this third stage is also in the illusion, even if the body dies, it can be resurrected.

The difference is that compared to the other stages, each stage has three levels, and this stage has only one level.

But the Daoist Hall is treacherous, don't think that this level is easy to pass, legend has it that among the sects, after passing the first and second stages, there are only a few who can successfully break through this level in the realm of Qi Cultivation Great Perfection.

And although he is in a fantasy world, the pain is real, and Xiao Meow doesn't plan to try the taste of death.

After going around and around for almost two years, sometimes she couldn't help but complain, whether the senior who founded the Daoist Hall didn't feel any pain at all, and she had to make the disciples feel heartbreaking.