The blue-robed young man frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Han Shi smiled indifferently, "It's not interesting, I just told you that you have already provoked me, and whoever provokes me will not end well." ”

After speaking, Han Shi stepped onto the stone platform on the left, and the figure disappeared, leaving only the voice echoing.

"You, ask for more blessings!"

The blue-robed young man's expression suddenly became gloomy, looking at the place where Han Shi disappeared, Han Shi's glance seemed to be an understatement, but it gave him a sense of being completely seen through, and the deep meaning hidden behind the words seemed to have turned into a ridiculous act.

After a long time, the blue-robed young man snorted coldly, turned into a long rainbow and went straight into the distance.

The three stone platforms do not correspond to the three tests, but from right to left, corresponding to the superposition of the three tests, but all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect know that it should be the stone platform on the far right of the first entry.

There is only one try on this station, and it is called Try!

And the stone platform on the left side that Han Shi stepped on was a test, a trial, a chess test, and three tests were superimposed into one try!

The difficulty of this test is several times more difficult than that of the three tests separately.

In this regard, Han Shi is not completely ignorant, before stepping on the stone platform on the left, he already has a faint sense, the blue-robed young man said, with a deep scheming, one is true, the other is a radical general, even if Han Shi knows everything after the failure of the three attempts, it can be pushed away, saying that Han Shi does not know what he means.

It's just that what the blue-robed young man doesn't know is that Han Shi just wants to see what the extent of the three tests of the Qingyun Sect is.

His life, whether it is difficult or ordinary, whether it is a dream, or life and death, whether it is staying together or separating, it cannot shake his heart.

In Han Shi's view, it is just a trivial section on the road!

But Han Shi's step fell in the Qingyun Sect, and in the eyes of the person who looked at the phantom shadow of the mountain gate, it set off waves.

Many people sneered, but more people had a sparkle in their eyes, they didn't know this green-shirted monk, but this step was full of pride!

The stars moved, Han Shi saw a flower in front of him, and when he came down to Qingming, there was only a piece of Hongmeng in his eyes.

A soft force, holding Han Shi, moving forward in Hongmeng, I don't know how long it took, the front Huo Ran was cheerful, this is a vast and boundless desert, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, making the desert show a mysterious blue and gray color.

I saw a line of footprints at the edge of the desert, extending into the depths of the desert.

Han Shi looked at the footprints, his eyes flashed imperceptibly, this desert seems ordinary, but in fact it is extremely unusual.

The desert land, Han Shi is not unfamiliar, this is a very special terrain, both the land is boundless, but also like the undulating shape of the sea, sometimes, there will be a huge sand dune pile, from a distance, it is like a high mountain, and among them, there is such as quicksand land, the sand, like flowing water, swallowing foreign things.

But this desert, just by looking at it, it gave him an indescribable feeling, and after a long time, Han Shi finally saw that something was wrong.

In this desert, there is no wind!

The absence of wind is not forbidden by supernatural powers, but because this desert died countless years ago!

Even the wind dies with it!

This desert exists in an unknown place in Hongmeng, and if it weren't for Han Shi stepping into the stone platform on the left, he wouldn't be able to come here.

The shape of the desert has not changed since the moment it died.

Apart from...... That line of footprints!

Han Shi exuded his spiritual sense, and followed the footprints towards the depths of the desert, and before long, his eyes revealed doubts, his spiritual sense was not restricted in any way, but this footprint seemed to lead to infinity, and he could never find the end.

Retracting his spiritual sense, Han Shi did not move, but sat cross-legged at the beginning of the footprints, watching quietly.

Time passed slowly, and his body was shrouded in an obscure aura, the source of which came from his eyes.

At this moment, if someone sees Han Shi's pupils, then there are sun, moon and stars slowly winding and rotating, but this rotation is reversed!

In his eyes, the years seemed to go backwards, and this strange realm was exactly what he realized in the crystal of Kwai Shui...... I wear it when the water drops!

Although this technique took ten years, Han Shi still only stayed at the level of realization, and there was still an extremely long way to go before this technique was created.

In this regard, Han Shi knows very well that once this technique is completed, it will be against the sky, and it will definitely be jealous of the sky!

But at this time, Han Shi once again experienced that strange feeling on these footprints, and his eyes traced the years through the footprints.

What he saw was a vibrant world, and a figure appeared from Hongmeng and walked into this world.

The figure brought only a barren, endless vitality, gradually disappeared in the years, the whole world turned into a desert, and even this desert died completely in the desolation.

There was only a dead silence left, and there was still a line of ...... Footprints!

"You...... You can see the footprints......" an indifferent voice came slowly from afar.

This voice can't hear men and women, and it can't hear any vicissitudes, but when I hear it, there is a deep sense of exhaustion.

Han Shi's eyes were shining, and he didn't speak, just looked into the depths of the desert.

"Follow the footprints, come to ......" Under the moonlight, the voice came again leisurely.

Han Shi was silent for a long time, looked at the footprints, and slowly took a step, which was very consistent with the position of the footprints.

The fall of this step is extremely natural, as if it were natural, this feeling is not only the rhyme of footsteps, but also the same rhythm in his heart.

At the same time, Han Shi's cultivation, which had always stayed in Chengding, suddenly loosened, and a feeling of rising clouds spontaneously appeared.

That is the strength, cultivation, and simultaneous improvement of the realm, this feeling, Han Shi is not absent in this life, but there has never been such an easy.

The best feeling in the world, but that's it!

Han Shi suddenly felt a chill in his heart, there must be a demon when things go wrong, this desert is full of illusion and death, which makes people unable to see clearly.

He retreated, but he wanted to take back the first step he had taken.

But it is such a simple action, but it is like carrying a hundred thousand mountains, and the right foot, like the imprint of time, once stepped out, can no longer be recovered.

Han Shi's body did not retreat but advanced, and his left foot was permeated by a mysterious force, and he involuntarily stepped forward.

Every time Han Shi took a step, he would fit with the footprints, I don't know when he started, he had such a thought in his heart, his steps, must not deviate in the slightest, that strange rhythm, gradually replaced everything, became the only one in his mind.

This is a state of mind that has never been seen before, Han Shi only feels as if he is split in two, his consciousness is still clear, but he can only watch from the wall, looking at his body, and falling into that rhythm.

Han Shi's figure, following the direction of the footprints, gradually disappeared into the desert.

In the depths of the desert, there is a mountain of sand dunes thousands of feet high, and in the shadow under the hill, a sarcophagus is quietly erected on the sand.

The sarcophagus has no lid, but the coffin is filled with a dark fog, which does not disperse, making it impossible to see what is hidden in this coffin.

In front of the coffin, a pair of stone chessboards, most of which are sunk in the sand, the surface of the chessboard is as smooth as new, but for some reason, in this cleanliness, there is a sense of time like a memory of eternity.

On the chessboard, there are dozens of chess pieces, criss-crossed, such as the stars ploughing the heavenly river, steaming infinite Taoism, if ordinary people see, will not see anything abnormal, after a smile, turn around and forget.

But if you are a good chess player, you will see some clues, and your mind will be shaken, and you will sit on the ground, unable to help yourself.

Among mortals, only those who step into the realm of transcendent sainthood on the chess path can get a glimpse of the endless danger hidden in the shadows of this game, which will stimulate the power of their divine souls, turn into a nine-day dragon, and silently in their minds.

If you wait for the time of Hao's head, you can understand the two or three of this game, only this, it is enough!

It seems that this game should not appear in the world!

In the sarcophagus, there was a soft murmur, and a pale hand slowly poked out of the black mist, slowly brushing away the chess game, and picking up a white piece again, but it did not fall.

The pale hand, in the moonlight, reflected a clear light, like jade, colder than the moonlight.

"Incoming...... Breaking the game......" In the sarcophagus, a faint voice came out.

For mortals, once they step into the depths of the desert, the most terrifying thing is that they will lose their way, no matter which direction they look at, it will seem to be the same scene.

And what is even more terrifying than this is that the meaning of dead silence will be like a filament, gradually entanglement of people, once it enters the heart, it will completely lose the idea of survival.

In the distance, a cyan figure walked in a strange rhythm in the moonlight.

This person is none other than Han Shi.

At this moment, the black and white light in his eyes flickered, looking at the footprints in front of him.

However, his cultivation has reached a realm that he has never had, and according to Han Shi's speculation, he may have stepped into the second order, which should roughly be the spiritual realm.

There is still no end in sight to this footprint, and with every step he takes, his cultivation will be greatly improved, as if it is a mountain that is not high, and every step is an improvement.

Han Seok's heart thumped at the same time as his footsteps, making it seem impossible to stop the rhythm.

He has phantom blood in his body, so he can clearly see that the ascension of this realm is not illusory, but real, as long as he follows this path, perhaps, it is not impossible to cross the fourth realm of the second order step by step, and even touch the edge of the third order.

This temptation is too great!

No matter who it is, under such a temptation, the thoughts in his heart will fall into a state of endless expansion, and Han Shi is no exception, the initial vigilance has gradually faded at this moment.

His gaze looked in the direction of the end of the footprint, which was the direction of the third order.

The realm of the third order may be to pick up the stars, the avenue is like a shuttle, and the fate in reincarnation is like the paper and ink of the pen, swaying at will.