"Blocking the senses, sight, hearing, smell, and even touch?"

Seeing the explanation of the happy little miner, Lin Yifan's heart couldn't help but sink slightly.

He hadn't experienced it, but he knew very well how terrible it would be if that were the case.

That was a real test of the heart!

Although immortal cultivators are much stronger than mortal minds, when you lose all your senses, how hesitating it will be.

Even, in the end, you can't even feel yourself, and your mind is likely to collapse completely!

"I don't know if those two guys will get through it. ”

Lin Yifan thought: "However, the perseverance of the two of them is not bad, if you think about it, you shouldn't get lost." ”

After that, Lin Yifan didn't think about it anymore, after all, the situation he was facing at the moment was not much better.

Although I know all this, I still feel uneasy when I really experience it.

Lin Yifan followed the advice of the happy little miner and began to walk forward.

Slowly, he also truly realized the horror of this so-called endless psychic corridor.

He seemed to be moving forward mechanically, but he was unconscious, and he didn't even know if he was walking, after all, he couldn't sense his own existence.

However, the only thing that made Lin Yifan feel relieved was that his immortal cultivation live broadcast room did not seem to be affected by this endless soul corridor, and he could still see the driving records of the bigwigs in the live broadcast room.

For Lin Yifan, who has lost all perception, it is undoubtedly like an oasis in the desert.

With the barrage information in the live broadcast room, Lin Yifan can still perceive his own existence a little, and his soul will not sink completely.

I don't know how long it has been, but finally, the heart in the endless darkness suddenly has a glimmer of light.

For a moment, Lin Yifan only felt that his soul seemed to be nourished.

"Finally, is it over?"

slowly opened his eyes, and then, Lin Yifan said that he found that he was in a hall.

Unlike the pitch black that it looked from the outside, the hall at this moment was very brightly illuminated by countless oil lamps.

"Zhu Daoyou!"

Suddenly, a light cry of surprise came from Lin Yifan's side.

Turning his head, he saw Qin Fengqing and Fang Zhen, looking at him excitedly.

Lin Yifan could still see a trace of exhaustion from the other party's expression, it was obvious that although they walked out of the endless soul corridor just now, the consumption of their minds was extremely great.

"Hehe, you're all right, it's great. ”

Lin Yifan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Qingfengqing's face showed a palpitation.

"Just now, it was so terrible, I thought I was going to fall into that darkness forever, but fortunately, I finally survived!"

"Yes, I never knew, the darkness, it turned out to be so terrible!"

On the side, Fang Zhen also echoed the road.

Lin Yifan smiled, but didn't say anything more, but swept his gaze around the hall.

To his surprise, the sect disciples who were supposed to enter the tower behind them at this moment also appeared in this hall.

"Although I didn't enter it at the same time, the time to wake up was the same?"

Lin Yifan thought in his heart.

"Damn, what's going on?"

At this moment, only a roar was heard, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, but they saw a Vajra Gate monk, hugging one of his fellow disciples with a sad and angry face.

I saw that his fellow disciple had not come to his senses until this time.

However, there were no injuries on his body, and his breathing was even, as if he had fallen asleep.

However, what is very strange is that no matter how his fellow disciples shake him and shout in his ear, the other party does not seem to hear him at all, but still falls into a deep sleep.

Soon, everyone discovered that not only this Vajra Sect disciple, but also many people in this hall fell asleep.

Most of them are casual cultivators, but there are also many sect disciples.

"Is this trapped in the corridor of the soul and unable to extricate yourself?"

A trace of fluctuation flashed in Lin Yifan's eyes, and in the audience, I am afraid that only he knows what the situation of these people is.

However, he didn't mean to say all this.

Just because, the happy little miner once told him that whoever is trapped in the corridor of the soul will sleep forever until he dies unless he comes out of it himself!

"Big brother, those people?"

Fang Zhen whispered to Qin Fengqing.

However, Qin Fengqing made a silent gesture to him, signaling him not to say more.

After all, many sect disciples have problems right now, and they can't anger each other, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat.

Comprehending Qin Fengqing's meaning, Fang Zhen immediately shut up.

"Humph!"

At this moment, only a cold snort was heard.

Immediately, he saw that the demon coldly swept everyone present, and said, "Now, our more important thing is to find the entrance to the upper level, but we don't have time to waste time on these wastes. ”

"What did you say!"

Hearing the words of the demon wither, the monks of the Vajra Gate immediately became furious.

It's just that the Vajra Gate monks have a touch of gold on their bodies, and it seems that the next moment, they are going to rush up and fight the demons.

In the face of the angry eyes of the Vajra Gate, the demon wither naturally had no reason to be timid.

I saw that the demonic energy was lingering on one of his demon hands, and the momentum on his body was also rising.

Seeing that the war between the two sides was about to break out, at this time, Zhang Kunyou of Qingyun Dao jumped out and explained: "Alas, the Taoist friends of the Vajra Gate are slow to calm their anger, what are we here for, there is no need for Zhang to say more, according to me, what the Demon Dry Daoist of the Great Van Mora Sect said is not unreasonable." ”

"Zhang Kun, when did you become the dogleg of the Great Van Mora Sect, could it be that your Qingyun Dao wanted to betray the six sects of my Martial Kingdom?"

The Vajra Gate monk glared at Zhang Kun angrily, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Zhang Kun was not afraid, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist of King Kong Gate, you can't talk nonsense. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Kun turned his head to look at Senior Sister Shi Yun and the others on the other side, and said, "Senior Sister Shi Yun, what do you think?"

Hearing Zhang Kun ask herself, Senior Sister Shi Yun's eyes flashed, and then she said, "I think we can arrange for some people to take care of such sleeping fellow disciples, and the rest of the people will look for the entrance to the upper floor together." ”

Hearing that even Shi Yun agreed with the other party, although the Vajra Sect monk was angry, he didn't want to say anything more.

After all, if there was no Ten Thousand Swords Sect on his side, the Vajra Gate monks would not dare to face the monks of the Great Van Mora Sect alone.

Immediately, each sect arranged a small number of disciples to take care of the sleeping people, and the rest began to look for an entrance to the upper floor.

As for those casual cultivators, naturally they didn't have such good luck.

Those who still have companions around them are okay to say, but those who are alone are unlucky.

Although there are so many people staring at it, their lives are safe, but the storage bag on his body has entered the hands of others at some point.

For all this, those sect disciples should just not see it, and they don't care, after all, in their opinion, what good things can there be in casual cultivation?

Lin Yifan was also mixed with Qin Fengqing and Fang Zhen in the crowd, also looking for clues to enter the upper echelons.

The hall is not too big, a group of people, regarded as sect disciples and casual cultivators, there are almost more than 100 people, looking at it inch by inch, and soon there will be sudden changes!

I saw a loose cultivator touch a relief on a wall, and suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed.

The next moment, I saw nine spiritual lights emerge at the same time, instantly enveloping the nine figures.

"What's going on?"

Shrouded in aura, several people suddenly fell into a panic.

Immediately, under the gaze of everyone, the figure slowly rose in the spiritual light, but finally landed on a floating platform.

"This ......"

No one thought that such a change would suddenly occur.

Looking at the nine people on the platform, suddenly, in the crowd, a voice sounded-

"This seems to be, the legendary Nine Sons Arena!"

Hearing the sound, everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, but saw that the person who spoke just now was Zhang Kun of Qingyun Dao.

"Nine Sons Arena?"

Demon Ku looked at Zhang Kun coldly.

Noticing the other party's gaze, Zhang Kun's pair of mustaches trembled, and then hurriedly said: "This Nine Sons Arena is rumored to have been designed by Emperor Wu himself tens of thousands of years ago. ”

"Nine Sons Arena, nine monks will be put in it to fight!"

"Oh, interesting!"

Hearing Zhang Kun's explanation, a look of interest appeared on Mo Ku's face.

"Isn't it, let the nine kill each other, and the arena won't open again until the final victor remains?"

Demon Ku's words made many people's faces sink.

After all, if this is the case, then it means that many of them are in danger.

After all, only one of the nine people can survive, which is too bloody and cruel.

"No, no!"

Zhang Kun also waved his hand again and again: "It is rumored that this Nine Sons Arena does not need to be murderous to everyone else, it has its own judgment, as long as it meets its requirements, it will be opened again." ”

"Hmph, after talking so much nonsense, aren't you going to fight each other?"

sneered, only to hear the demon wither say coldly towards the arena: "Gogo, do you understand?"

But it turned out that among the nine people who were absorbed into the arena by the aura just now, there was actually a Buddhist cultivator from the Great Brahma Mora Sect!

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Moku, the little monk knows what to do!"

The Buddha of the Great Van Mora Sect, who was called Wuwu by the Demon Ku, pronounced a Buddha name, and then looked at the other eight people with a look of compassion on his face.

"Eight donors, it's time to go on the road, let the little monk give a few rides. ”

Hearing the words of this Great Van Mora Sect Buddhist cultivator, the faces of the other eight people suddenly changed greatly.

"Yes, there are eight of us, I don't believe it's not his opponent!"

At that moment, a Qingyun Dao monk who was swept into the arena roared, the spirit technique in his hand pinched, and a thunderbolt suddenly blasted towards the Buddha cultivator of the Great Van Mora Sect on the opposite side.