Lu Yaoyao used the auxiliary spiritual weapon given by her family. She came to Jialan not long ago. This was the first time she participated in the Lolita test. When the elders in the family handed over the precious auxiliary spiritual weapon to her,
I have also specifically told her that Lolita has a mysterious origin and a long history. The thirteenth level of Lolita corresponds to the thirteenth level of innate cultivation. No matter how powerful the auxiliary spiritual weapon is, it can only help her reach Loli easily.
The seventh and eighth levels of the tower are absolutely forbidden to enter. Going to the eighth level of Lolita with her innate strength of the seventh level is simply self-destruction.
The veil wandering is different. She knows the horror of the seventh level of Lolita. Even if she is veiled and wandering, she cannot move freely on the seventh level of Lolita, and even more so on the eighth level of Lolita.
She didn't even dare to think that she was able to reach the seventh floor this time. She had worked hard and put in a lot of effort to reach this point. Unexpectedly, she was kicked out by Jialan because she was at the bottom of the Lolita test.
The girl who went out walked here with a gentle step, her hair not messy, and she didn't sweat at all.
Under Qingsha Liuli's rather disbelieving gaze, Qing Ge walked into the door of the eighth floor step by step. Qingsha Liuli gritted her teeth. This time she reached the seventh floor, and she still thought that Shi Zhonghai could praise her well.
, Ye Qingge's results were higher than hers, so much so that she reached the seventh level that she had dreamed of, but now she can't talk about it and can't be proud of it.
Qingge stood in front of the faint blue light-film jade door on the eighth floor of Lolita, her brows slightly frowned, and some cold sweat overflowed on her forehead. The pressure of the spiritual energy around her became stronger and stronger, whistling like a biting cold wind.
, crushing the delicate and slender body mercilessly.
Qingge smiled coldly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes, and thunder was everywhere. In an instant, a strong wind blew up behind her, lifting up her dark green gown, spreading like ripples in a lake. She narrowed her eyes and moved the twenty-fifth tendon again.
The evil spirit in her veins was pulled out and irrigated on the surface of the body, acting as a shield to protect her. Under the evil spirit, the spiritual energy was ready to go out and start an endless fight with the oppressive breath in Lolita's hall at any time.
With the power of thunder, Qing Ge suddenly crossed the Youlan Gate and entered the eighth level of Lolita world. The eighth level is a watershed. It is not the same level as the previous six levels at all, and she wants to go to the ninth level.
It is even more difficult to climb up to the sky.
Walking to the eighth floor, Qing Ge saw some old friends.
Nixiao, Junruoli, Hongyi, Chiyu——
Everyone was startled when they saw Qing Ge. No one expected that she could reach the eighth floor!
Hong Yi raised her lips and smiled and said: "Miss Ye, if you want to stay, it's not enough to go to the eighth floor. Qingfeng, Yuji, Xishuang and the others have all gone to the ninth floor."
Qingge lowered her eyes, her temperament was cold, she raised her feet and took a step forward. The pressure of the eighth level of spiritual energy immediately hit her, squeezing her body like an autumn phoenix curling up fallen leaves, like a sharp knife, shining with its edge, cutting.
On the fair skin.
Her face was expressionless from beginning to end. Although her steps were stiff and slow, she did not stop. She gradually approached Ni Xiao and surpassed Ni Xiao. When she passed by, Ni Xiao's face was stern and her voice did not contain any emotion, "
Ye Qingge, don’t let me down.”
Qing Ge paused for a moment, then walked forward, walking forward from Jun Ruoli. In front of him were Chi Yu and Hong Yi. Unlike the three people in Hong Yi who were sweating profusely, Chi Yu looked very relaxed, but he also
Knowing that this was already my limit, I had no intention of going any further.
Hong was wearing a bloody shirt and was as blazing as fire. She watched Qingge gradually cross her position and surpass Akabane.
"Little beauty, stay." Akabane stood leaning against the wall, smiling broadly.
She kept silent while singing, concentrating on dealing with the oppression of the spiritual energy on the eighth level. When the spiritual energy in the hall touched her skin, it was like a sharp knife, and the piercing pain spread throughout her body, causing her body to convulse and tremble.
Qingge stood at the corner, in front of the quiet blue door on the ninth floor. She lowered her head, sweat dripping down her face, dripping onto the ground along the broken hair on her forehead, making a rhythmic "tap-tat" sound.
Jun Ruoli's eyes were all focused on her slightly arched back, which looked very painful.
Nixiao was disappointed when she saw that Qingge had stopped moving forward.
Hongyi shook his head helplessly and raised his eyebrows at Akabane, "Akayu, your little beauty is dying."
Akabane glared at Hong Yi angrily, "You can't do it anymore, your whole family can't do it either."
Hongyi: "..."
Snap——
Qing Ge was cruel, holding back the pain that burned her skin, and walked into the blue door on the ninth floor of Lolita. The dark green silhouette, as silent as dead water, was lost in Jun Ruoli's eyes.
The indifference in Ruoli's eyes became lighter and she smiled softly.
Akabane turned back to Hongyi and made a face, sticking out his tongue playfully.
After Hongyi was stunned for a moment, his eyes sparkled and the smile on his lips became stronger.
Ni Xiao pursed her lips and kept thinking, since Ye Qingge has the strength to reach the ninth level, why did she get last place in the last Lolita test? She was even expelled from Jialan.
She didn't believe that Qingge stopped on the second floor on purpose.
Suddenly, a graceful and charming figure flashed through Nixiao's mind, a woman of stunning beauty and luxury, who captivated the country and the city, and was incomparably beautiful - Yu Ji.
At this moment, Qingge was still inside the Youlan Gate. The Youlan Gate on the ninth floor was not as easy to walk through as before. When she walked into the door, the blue will-o'-the-wisps penetrated into her skin, seeming to corrode and burn her.
Her flesh and blood and internal organs were crying out in pain. Qingge closed her eyes and frowned. Crazy hot blood surged in her body. The evil spirit in the red veins spurted out, and the spiritual energy burst out to resist the ghost.
Blue will-o'-the-wisp.
The will-o'-the-wisp is like the fire of purgatory under the Nine Netherworld. It is constantly poured out and can never be extinguished. It has always been victorious in every battle and can swallow up all the evil spirits. Now when it encounters this will-o'-the-wisp, it actually becomes wilted and withered, without the high-spirited attitude it had when it was swallowed up by the battle.
The evil energy in the twenty-fifth tendons was getting less and less, and the evil energy bursting out from his body swept the will-o'-the-wisp inside the door, but it had no effect on the will-o'-the-wisp.
The faintly strangulating spiritual energy covering the surface of Qingge's body was waiting for an opportunity to move. The Danhuo spiritual energy was exhausted, and it was all drawn out by Qingge to extinguish the ghost fire.
The will-o'-the-wisp momentum did not decrease but increased, becoming so powerful that when the blue fire swayed, it seemed like a dying ghost was sobbing in the wind, weeping and complaining, eerie and ghostly.
Qingge's spiritual energy offensive was disintegrated by the sudden spread of will-o'-the-wisps, and the evil spirit and spiritual energy she was proud of could not have any effect at this moment.
As if aware of Ji Yue's thoughts and actions in the realm of nothingness, Qingge endured the pain, frowned, and said through the soul: "Don't help me, let me do it myself."
The girl's voice was sonorous and exploded in the realm of nothingness.