Under the sight of these Ten Thousand Sword Sect Golden Sword disciples, He Zhi was still as calm as water. After all, He Zhi's purpose was different from these Golden Sword disciples. What they want is the ultimate position of inner disciple.

Therefore, in the eyes of these Golden Sword disciples, He Zhi, who passed the test the fastest in the first test, was likely to be their fierce opponent. Therefore, these Golden Sword disciples would pay special attention to He Zhi.

Not so with He Zhi. He Zhi's purpose was just to stay in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and find out Lin Yuqing's whereabouts as soon as possible. He Zhi didn't plan to compete with them for the last ten or twenty places. He just needed to get through the previous levels and try to buy as much time as possible for himself to stay in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Therefore, these Golden Sword disciples are not even competitors to He Zhi. He Zhi naturally didn't pay attention to them.

After resting for a while, He Zhi saw that the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who had been wiping the long sword just now suddenly stood up and walked towards the wooden door again.

Soon, he pushed open the wooden door again and stepped into the light curtain for the second time. This time, He Zhi saw it clearly, and when the disciple entered the wooden door, the wooden door flashed and turned into a phantom.

That is, the wooden door is locked, and no one else can enter it anymore.

Seeing this scene, He Zhi suddenly understood. Why did Huangfu Tianchi say before that the disciples who participated in the selection of the inner gate needed to consume different time for each one. Some people take a day or two, others just a few hours.

Obviously, there is an excellent example of this. In this hall, the test that He Zhi and the others faced was to repeatedly enter the illusion behind this wooden door and accept the test in the illusion. In this fantasy world, everyone has a different speed to pass the level. Some people are fast, some people are slow. And the gap is likely to be significant.

For example, He Zhi just passed the first level, and it only took no more than three minutes at most. However, for many disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who only had a pseudo-entry realm, they would most likely consume an hour, or even longer, to entangle with that swordsman.

This is only the first level! From common sense, it is also known that when they enter the wooden door for the first time, they must have encountered the weakest opponent. Therefore, every time they enter the level in the future, He Zhi and they will encounter stronger opponents and more difficult tests.

And, for most of the people who take the test, the time it takes to beat these levels is only a minor issue. What's more, every time they pass a level, the damage they take takes takes a lot of time to recover.

After passing a test, how much time it takes to restore one's condition to the point where one can withstand the next test is the real test for everyone.

Thinking of this, He Zhi stood up again, and like the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in front, he walked quickly to a solid wooden door, pushed open the wooden door again and walked in.

After entering the light curtain, the scene He Zhi saw was completely different from the previous one.

This time, instead of seeing the dark corridors, he found himself inside a familiar palace. He glanced left and right, and found that this palace was the one he remembered the most in the Martial Saint Realm!

What are you kidding? This is ...... Mind reading?

After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, He Zhi was shocked again. To be honest, there are really a lot of secrets in He Zhi's memory. If these secrets were discovered by the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, He Zhi sincerely doubted that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would let him leave the sect alive.

"It's not mind-reading. Fortunately, just when He Zhizheng was nervous, the voice of Qian Mujian's sword spirit came out again, "The illusion in this wooden door is not a mind-reading technique, but a feedback from your own memory. ”

"Oh, if he can feed back what I remember, what's the difference between that and being able to read my memory?"

"The difference is huge. Reading your memories is similar to his psychic powers. This kind of supernatural power, those bald donkeys of Buddhism are good at it, but our Daomen can only use it at a very high level. And now this illusion is just similar to a demon, magnifying some of your thoughts. Of course, this kind of demon does not affect you yourself, but only acts on external objects, so you don't have to worry about our secrets being discovered. Besides, with me in your mind, it's not so easy for them to use mind-reading on you...... Well, it's inconvenient to talk here. I won't tell you more. In short, you don't have to worry about it. ”

Qian Mujian's words didn't have time to finish, so he hurriedly hid in He Zhi's divine thoughts.

Of course, the reason for Qian Mujian's nervousness, He Zhi can probably guess. They are now participating in the selection of the inner gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and in the main hall outside, there is a pair of magic weapon spirits staring at it! On other people's territory, if Qian Mujian is too arrogant, even if they don't pay too much attention, it will be easy to show their feet.

Thinking of this, He Zhi couldn't help but smile, no longer worried about being read by others, but turned back to look at the hall in front of him again.

This martial arts hall is still what He Zhi remembers. Even in the Yanwu Palace, He Zhi also saw familiar figures - the Duke of Qin, the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the princes.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing in front of He Zhi was still the faceless venerable who sat on top of the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

This Venerable still looked at He Zhi lightly, and there was no expression on his face. From his body, it was the coercion of the unique realm of initiation.

He Zhi quickly saw that in this illusion, the Faceless Venerable's situation was different from everyone else. Because except for the Faceless Venerable, everyone else here had a somewhat dull expression.

Although they also entered He Zhi's memory, they talked to each other, staggered and staggered, and even talked and laughed in a low voice. But all of this is just a reflection of He Zhi's memory. The things these people did were similar to what He Zhi remembered.

When the outside world changes, there will be a noticeable stiffness in their reactions. Of course, this stiffness is only relative to normal people. They are not completely unresponsive to external stimuli.

If it weren't for He Zhi's ability to comprehend everything in the hall with a clear realm, it would be difficult to notice this kind of detail.

But now, He Zhi naturally knew immediately that the other people in this hall were just NPCs. Only that Faceless Venerable is the real test for himself this time.

Sure enough, after He Zhi stepped into the main hall, the Faceless Venerable quickly stood up.

At the same time that the Faceless Venerable stood up, the others in the main hall fell silent as if they had been programmed in advance, and turned their heads to look at He Zhi. All of them had smiles on their faces.

As the saying goes, what a thousand people refer to, will end without a problem. When so many pairs of hostile eyes look at each other at the same time, the psychological pressure on a person can almost be said to be unimaginable to the general public.

Such a scene full of oppression, coupled with the powerful momentum accumulated by the faceless Venerable who released the coercion of the realm after entering the Dao and walking down the steps step by step, was enough to cause tremendous pressure on ordinary quasi-monks in the realm of pseudo-entry, and even for monks who had not long broken through to the realm of initiation.

If it wasn't He Zhi who was facing the current situation, but a certain Golden Sword disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, I am afraid that even if he also had the cultivation of the Dao level, I am afraid that he would have to be prepared to face a bitter battle.

But for He Zhi, there is not so much trouble.

First of all, the first is that He Zhi has realized that except for the Faceless Venerable, all the other people around him are just NPCs! they are just the background of the pre-programmed program, and they have no soul at all.

Since it was just a dead thing without a soul, no matter how much they squeezed their eyes and gestured, how could they put pressure on He Zhi? Moreover, another result of He Zhi's discovery was that the Faceless Venerable, who had been accumulating momentum under the support of everyone and stepped forward step by step, also became ridiculous at this moment.

For cultivators who have entered the realm of the Dao, the clash of momentum has become very important in the midst of the battle. This is because cultivators who have entered the realm of the Dao can already influence the heavens and the earth themselves through their own divine thoughts.

To explain in the language of the earth that He Zhi understands, one of the biggest differences between monks who have entered the realm of enlightenment and monks who have entered the realm below is that their spiritual power can be separated from their bodies and act directly on the matter of the outside world.

And the so-called "momentum" can actually be regarded as a kind of spiritual power. It is the embodiment of one's own beliefs. In the confrontation between two initiation monks, if the momentum of one side is completely suppressed by the other, then even if the cultivation strength of both sides is in the same realm, there may be a completely one-sided result.

Originally, with the help of everyone's strength, the Faceless Venerable could push his own momentum up and suppress He Zhi's momentum. This is tantamount to giving him the first opportunity, and when the two of them clash, the impact of his spiritual power on the outside world will form an invisible suppression of He Zhi.

It's a pity that this illusion was seen through by He Zhi from the beginning. As a result, the Faceless Venerable's coquettish performance completely turned into a joke in He Zhi's eyes.

Not only did he fail to suppress He Zhi's momentum, but he made He Zhi's mood more relaxed than before.

Looking at the faceless venerable's pretentious appearance in front of him, He Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud. He wasn't laughing at the Faceless Venerable in front of him - because He Zhi knew that this Faceless Venerable itself was just a reflection of his own memory, but it was the magic weapon of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that gave him a certain amount of cultivation and strength, not the real one.

He Zhi was only smiling at the scene in front of him.

The Faceless Venerable who was once in He Zhi's memory was almost a desperately powerful enemy. So far, the battle that Ho Zhi faced against the Faceless Venerable was still probably the closest He Zhi came to death. Even now, He Zhi hadn't fully figured out how he had come up with that final move, killing the Faceless Venerable, who he was completely unmatchable at the time.

But now that the scene is playing back, when He Zhi stood in front of the Faceless Venerable again, the tragic emotion of fighting to the death at the beginning had long since disappeared. Even if it was the realm of the Faceless Venerable's entry into the Dao level, he could no longer be called a "strong enemy" in front of He Zhi.

Two months have passed, and everything has become so different. He Zhi couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"What are you laughing at?" Standing in front of He Zhi, the Faceless Venerable asked coldly.

"Nothing. Just thinking of something funny. He Zhi smiled and shook his head.

Although this Faceless Venerable is a reflection of He Zhi's memory, but with the blessing of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's magic weapon, it cannot be completely regarded as a dead thing.

"Hmph, junior looking for death!" When the Faceless Venerable heard He Zhi's words, he immediately became angry. He snorted coldly, and then slammed out a palm and struck at He Zhi.

Just like when he was in the Martial Saint Realm, this palm of the Faceless Venerable was still like the heavens and the earth were cracking, and it could be called the strongest power that a cultivator could exert himself!

It's just that in front of the Faceless Venerable at this time, it is no longer the original He Zhi.

At the beginning, He Zhi could only struggle in front of the Faceless Venerable, constantly relying on procrastination, hoping to find a chance to win. But now, He Zhi only needed to take a step forward, and with a wave of his right hand, he directly slapped away the palm that the Faceless Venerable had struck out.

"You ......" The Faceless Venerable looked at He Zhi angrily, wanting to pull back.

He Zhi took another sharp step forward, and his right fist swung out violently, and a mountain collapse fist was slamming into the faceless Venerable's cheek.

The Faceless Venerable, like the white-clothed swordsman before, turned into a point of light in the sky and instantly dissipated.

Moreover, the other "figures" in the main hall all disappeared at the same time as the Faceless Venerable dissipated. In front of He Zhi, there was still an empty hall and a sparkling light curtain in the center of the hall.

He Zhi glanced at the familiar hall again, let out a slight sigh, and then raised his head again and stepped into the light curtain.

Return to the main hall.

He Zhi saw that the door in the main hall kept opening, and one after another the Golden Sword disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect walked out of the door and came to rest in the main hall.

He Zhi observed it a little, and found that most of the people who walked out of the gate at this time were Golden Sword disciples who had entered the realm of pseudo-entry. Obviously, after He Zhi had completed the two rounds of tests, most of the Golden Sword disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had also completed their first round of tests.

In the crowd, He Zhi also saw the senior brother Qin who had a relationship on Wangtian Island. This Senior Brother Qin was sitting in a corner of the main hall at this time, as if he was silently repairing.

When he just saw He Zhi coming out of the door, Senior Brother Qin seemed to have taken a beating, but soon his expression relaxed again, and there was even a hint of disapproval in his eyes.

Of course, He Zhi didn't have time to think about what Senior Brother Qin was thinking at this time. He quickly got up again, walked to the wooden door again, and stepped into the curtain of light.