"It's just ahead, yes, faster!" The hamster wine fairy was extremely dissatisfied with Song Si's speed, thinking that it stood on the shoulders of its master back then, enjoying the extreme speed of soaring up to 90,000 miles, and only that speed could make it feel refreshed!

"Hurry up, hurry up! It's too slow!" The hamster wine fairy took out a small wine jug, lay on Song Si's left shoulder, crossed Erlang's legs, and drank a little wine, which tasted delicious.

At this moment, Song Si just wanted to slap the hamster wine fairy away, as a generation of sword cultivators, the future sword immortal, it was really embarrassing to be commanded by a hamster like this.

The most important thing is that he was despised by a hamster, which is unbearable!

But to get to the place of trial, through the guò pass and into the next house, he had to listen to the guidance of this hamster wine fairy.

An hour later, Song Si finally saw a majestic palace in front of him located on the plain in front of him. In front of the palace, more than thirty cultivators and martial cultivators gathered together, not knowing what they were waiting for.

"Go down, go down. It's here. The hamster wine fairy grabbed the small wine jug with one paw and pulled Song Si's hair with the other.

Hiss!

Song Si simply landed vertically and quickly stopped in front of the square of the palace.

"This square is the first level, called One Step One World. Walking through this square, you will be able to enter the main hall and head to the second house world. The hamster wine fairy drank a small wine and pointed to the square.

Song Si, who just wanted to step into the square, felt that something was wrong and retracted the steps he was about to take. Looking back, more than thirty people were looking at him, as if preparing to look at his watch. More than 100 monks had already stepped into the square, but no one had been seen entering the main hall through the square.

"What should I pay attention to?" Song Si asked the hamster wine fairy on his shoulder, the lantern in his hand flashing.

"If you don't go in, don't get in the way!" Mo Yi hugged his sword and strode over, it was Mo Liuli.

Song Si frowned, wanting to recognize Mo Liuli, but thinking that he was Mu Weiming at this moment, he carried the lantern to get out of the way and let Mo Liuli go first. When Mo Liuli passed by Song Si, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, a little confused, probably not expecting that this black-clothed Taoist with a cold breath would make way for him.

"Look at what, believe it or not, Lord Brewmaster, I swallowed you. The hamster wine fairy stood on Song Si's shoulder and waved his little paws, gesturing to Mo Liuli "viciously".

Seeing the appearance of the hamster wine fairy, Mo Liuli, who had been paralyzed for thousands of years, smiled unprecedentedly, walked into the square, and the figure disappeared.

"Boy, aren't I terrible enough, Lord Brewmaster?" the hamster Brewmaster was stunned for a moment, and plucked his beard, very distressed.

Without answering, Song Si swept his eyes at the stone tablet under the steps with his divine sense, only the three words "first level" of Xianyi Feiwu, and there were no other hints.

Song Si was stunned, this was completely different from what he saw in the novels of his previous life, there was no projection of divine thoughts, and there should be an inscription prompt. But this Qinglian Palace only has three words, this is simply not ordinary laziness, Song Si has a little more contempt for Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai.

However, since he came here, he still had to go in, Song Si stepped out, walked into the square, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

One step at a time, one at a time.

Song Si was stunned by the bustling hustle and bustle of the surroundings, the scorching sun, the shade of green trees, and the gentle breeze, this was the university where he had lived in the future. It seems to be noon for the end of class, and the students are flocking to the cafeteria in droves.

It's her?!The memory wheel seems to make Song Si go back to that moment. She was still like that, walking in a hurry with three books in her hands, and accidentally bumped into Song Si,

The book fell to the ground, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl lifted her glasses and quickly squatted down to pack up her books.

Song Si subconsciously wanted to help, but saw that the girl had put away the books, smiled at him, and hurriedly ran away. Song Si opened his mouth, but he didn't call her after all, because he knew that this qiē was all a mirage.

After the girl's figure disappeared from Song Si's field of vision, the noise disappeared, and the surrounding campus scenery was distorted in an instant, restoring to a vast foggy realm.

Song Si took another step forward, the dazzling light made Song Si close his eyes, the sea of clouds was high, the cliffs were thousands, the pine was lying on the cliff, and the cranes were flying, this was the Chunyang Palace of Huashan in the Tang Dynasty.

"You shouldn't have come, Senior Brother Eleven. A young Taoist wearing a blue and white Taoist robe on the top of the mountain stepped into the clouds and landed in front of Song Si, "You don't have to speak, I'll send you back." ”

With a bang, the sword roared to the sky, and a sky-breaking sword slashed into the sea of clouds, and suddenly the clouds and mist churned, submerging the entire Huashan.

Song Si looked at the young Taoist who gradually disappeared into the mist in front of him and burst into tears, how much he wanted to shout "Third Senior Brother".

"Senior Brother Eleven, farewell. The third senior brother, Feng Wuji, put away his sword, stared at Song Si's figure, and disappeared into the clouds.

Surprisingly, the hamster wine fairy stood on Song Si's shoulder, watching this scene, without saying a word, just holding its small wine gourd that seemed to never see the bottom, and drank the wine deliciously.

Is this a test of the mind? Song Si walked forward step by step, he no longer knew how many steps he had taken, how many days had passed, and every step he met was a person or thing that was deeply engraved in his memory.

The entanglement of memories gradually made Song Si's mind fluctuate a little, and he was no longer calm.

I don't know when, Mo Xue appeared in front of Song Si's eyes, and smiled at Song Si, like a snow lotus blooming in the Tianshan Mountains, shocking like a celestial person, while Ling Shuang playfully stuck out her tongue to Song Si on the side: "Big fool, why can't you come back?"

Song Si was about to step out, when he suddenly saw the lantern in his right hand, and he felt an inexplicable trance.

Suddenly, the killing intent was secretly floating, and a palm and a sword attacked and killed, wanting to kill the unsuspecting Mo Xue and Ling Shuang.

With one step, Song Si Zhenyuan entered the lantern, and suddenly the light flashed, and the two lights shot back and went away. Mo Xue was in danger, Song Si's mind was finally no longer firm, and he forgot that he was in a fantasy realm and came to the rescue.

With a bang, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Ying Yi and Yun Mengxing appeared in front of Song Si's eyes, smiled evilly, and attacked again.

"Moth Butterfly Dance!"

Ying Yi rose into the air, and Nei Yuan turned into two pairs of black butterfly wings, and with a slight fan, the scale powder poisonous mist flew out.

Can't avoid, can't retreat, behind him are Mo Xue and Ling Shuang, Song Si Zhenyuan mentioned it again, Yunhua sent and received, the lights turned into flames, and the poisonous mist that came to his face burned away.

Sweat poured out of Song Si's forehead, and the first time he used the exercises in the "Cold Lantern Technique", it caused a huge consumption of true yuan in his body. In fact, he could freeze the poisonous mist, but he was afraid that the frozen poisonous mist would seep out and cause damage to the people behind him, so he transformed the true element into a blazing lamp element and burned the poisonous mist.

Ying Yi recruited, Yun Meng woke up and raised his sword to attack quickly, and his body was as fast as a ghost, living up to the name of the thief god. Song Si Lantern responded, for a while, the sword divided light and shadow, the light sputtered, and the two fought equally.

Under the combined attack of Ying Yi and Yun Mengxing, Song Si was in danger and gradually fell into decline, but Mo Xue and Ling Shuang behind him did not look like they were helping at all.

"Cold Purple Lamp!"

In the face of the serial killing moves of the two, Song Sizan slapped his palm, and the trick started, and suddenly a thousand purple rays of light shot out of the lantern, forcing Yingyi and Yun Mengxing to retreat.

Call... Call... Call......

Song Si looked at the two in the distance, panting. When he arrived in front of the Trial Square, the True Yuan in his body was already less than five layers, and after experiencing a series of illusions, the True Yuan was already less than three layers.

Therefore, after fighting with Yingyi and Yun Mengxing for only a hundred moves, Song Si felt that the true yuan was not good, and many killing moves could not be used, and he fell into great danger.

Looking at Yun Mengxing again, Ying Yi and the two of them mentioned Nei Yuan again, their momentum had already climbed to the peak, and the killing intent was pervasive, and in the face of their joint killing moves, Song Si didn't know if he could take it.

Song Siti Gong Yunyuan, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and preparing to make the final blow. Suddenly, the lantern in his hand shone brightly, and it was very dazzling, and at this moment, two more figures suddenly rushed into the battle.

The white-haired eunuch of Dongchang was cold and smoky, and the blue-robed Taoist of the Huashan faction who couldn't see his face clearly, attacked and killed one left and one right, one person and one sword, the light and shadow were misdistinguished, Song Si was severely injured on the spot, and blood was sprayed from his mouth.

At the same time, Yun Mengxing and Ying Yi struck a sword and a palm, and the two strokes converged, razing the ground, blasting the hard-hit Song Si on the spot, and blood spilled in the sky.

"Ah......h

With a miserable scream, Song Siqiqi was bleeding, and his eyes were blurred to see Mo Xue and Ling Shuang still standing in place, smiling at him, smiling......

It's so beautiful! Song Si sighed fondly, is he going to die?