Since Drake said that his life would not be in danger, Yang Ming readily agreed to the trial. Drake said happily: "You are worthy of being a descendant of my Chaos Dragon, Drake. You have courage. I hope you can pass the trial smoothly. Come on."
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As soon as he finished speaking, a nine-colored hazy light shot out from Drake's huge eyes and fell on Yang Ming's body. He suddenly felt that his body could not move. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a dream...
When Yang Ming woke up, he found that he was back at the entrance of the unknown village where he lived when he was a child. It was still exactly the same as in his impression, with children running around, laughing, villagers planting and hunting, peaceful and quiet...
Yang Ming was deeply affected by the atmosphere, and gradually forgot about the trial, forgetting that he was looking for a way home, and forgetting about tracking down the murderer of the attack... It was as if he had never left the village.
"Hey, Yang Ming came back so early, is there a big harvest?" Tang Ming patrolled to the entrance of the village and greeted Yang Ming in a friendly manner.
"Brother Tang Ming, you are on daily patrol. Thank you for your hard work." Yang Ming responded politely.
Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves, followed by shouts of killing. Yang Ming turned his head and looked over, and found hundreds of people riding wind-chasing horses towards the village quickly. When Tang Ming saw this, he immediately raised the alarm.
, a rapid sound of gongs sounded throughout the village.
"Attention everyone, if there is an enemy attack, the old, weak, women and children should hide quickly, and those who are capable of fighting should be on guard!" Tang Ming was worthy of being the village's defense captain. He issued instructions in an orderly manner, and the villagers quickly followed the instructions.
Yang Ming also joined the defense team. He clenched the wooden long bow in his hand and stared at the gangsters who were approaching quickly. Tang Ming took the lead in attacking. He was also good at using bows and arrows, and shot a sharp arrow at the gangsters.
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But the bloody light he imagined did not appear. Instead, a green wind arrow responded to him. The speed of the wind arrow was very fast. It first knocked away Tang Ming's ordinary sharp arrow, and then it continued unabated and sank directly into Tang Ming's head.
Killed with one hit.
Before Yang Ming had time to react, Tang Ming beside him was killed instantly in front of him. Not only Yang Ming saw this scene, but also other villagers who came to participate in the defense. A sense of fear quickly spread among the villagers.
spread in my heart.
"Not an ordinary bandit!" This was the first thought in Yang Ming's mind, followed by anger and panic. Just when Yang Ming was in a daze, the bandits had entered the village, and each bandit had magic light on his body.
, colorful and extremely gorgeous, but such a beautiful brilliance is rapidly harvesting the lives of the villagers. A magic warrior who can use magic elements is a one-sided massacre against the villagers who have no power to fight back.
After witnessing all this, Yang Ming was filled with anger in his mind. Instead of thinking about why the gangsters didn't kill him, he clenched his fists, ran towards the nearest gangster, and killed him with one punch.
The chasing horse under him did not let go, and then he quickly turned around to chase the other gangsters.
Killing one person with one punch, this scene happened all over the village. When the last gangster's body fell, the village was already full of corpses, including those of gangsters and those of Chasing the Wind Horse, but most of them belonged to villagers. The blood had already
The ground in the village was dyed red, and no villager except Yang Ming survived.
Yang Ming sat on the ground with empty eyes, looking at the horrified expressions on the faces of the villagers, recalling the days when he lived in harmony with them. Suddenly, a heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away the blood on the ground. He looked up at the sky, letting the rain wash over him.
The blows on his body seemed to be hit by the villagers, which made Yang Ming feel better.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and huge thunder resounded through the sky, awakening Yang Ming's soul. Reason in his mind regained control of his body. He looked at the corpses on the ground, but could not find Miao Xiaowei. If everything he saw before him was true,
So why was there no Miao Xiaowei? Memories came out like a flood, and I instantly understood that none of these things really happened. The reason why there was no Miao Xiaowei was because she was in the Poison King Sect, and he himself did not return to the village, but was being tested by Drake.
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"Don't try to confuse me, let me break it!"
A roar covered up the loud thunder, and the scene around Yang Ming suddenly shattered like a mirror. Drake's voice rang in his mind: "First level: Fury, pass! Yang Ming, you have to pay attention, what's behind
I can't remind you any more about the levels, so you have to pay special attention."
Then Drake's voice disappeared. Yang Ming knew that the thunder that woke him up was Drake's reminder. Without that thunder, Yang Ming might be lost in anger and unable to extricate himself, and would never be able to break through the illusion.
Yang Ming was frightened for a moment: This illusion is too real. It is so real that the moment you enter it, you are completely immersed in the character and cannot remember anything in reality. I wonder how many levels there are to come?
While he was thinking, the surrounding scenery changed again. This time it was the scenery of the finals of the martial arts tournament. Yang Ming also forgot the relevant memories like last time, and his strength returned to the Yellow Soul level. In front of him, was Fan Yu
With that arrogant face, he laughed at Yang Ming for not overestimating his abilities while walking to the competition venue. Yang Ming couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
With an order, the duel between the two began. Yang Ming launched a fierce attack, using his hands alternately with Thunder Palm and Wind Stab. Fan Yu smiled contemptuously and easily dodged the attack. He did not forget to ridicule Yang Ming: "This is your strength.
, it seems I overestimated you."
The unknown fire in Yang Ming's heart became more intense. He took out his long bow and fired a wind and thunder spiral arrow. The terrifying power made Fan Yu become more serious. The long sword in his hand struck the wind and thunder spiral arrow horizontally, and the red light blade instantly
It flew out, but the light blade did not scatter the purple and green bow and arrow. Instead, it was broken into two pieces and hit the ground on the left and right of Yang Ming.
"It's interesting. It seems that you really are not just showing off."
Fan Yu gave a rare compliment, and then his body changed. His skin turned purple, his muscles bulged, and his aura instantly surged, reaching the perfection of the green soul. He ducked sideways and just escaped the thunderous spiral that shot towards him.
Arrows, and then the fists charge up, and a powerful energy is brewing.
Yang Ming took a deep breath, replaced the long bow with a long spear, used the Wind and Thunder Demon-Breaking Spear, and stabbed Fan Yu who was still charging up. The spear head carried an astonishing power, and stabbed suddenly. Fan Yu had just finished charging up, and his fist
Hitting Yang Ming, a fist shadow burning with purple-red flames shot out.
"Wind and Thunder Demon Breaking Spear!"
"Demon Flame Fist!"
The two yelled out the name of the move at the same time. The gun shadow and the fist shadow collided in the air, emitting a dazzling light. In the end, the gun shadow was defeated by the flaming fist and was blown away. The fist shadow fell on Yang Ming, knocking him away instantly and knocking him down.
Coughing blood on the ground.
The winner was decided, Chen Longhua stepped forward to stop Fan Yu who wanted to kill him quickly. Shen Ke also looked at Yang Ming who fell to the ground, shook his head, and loudly announced that the winner of the competition was Fan Yu.
Everyone came from the auditorium to congratulate Fan Yu. No one paid attention to Yang Ming. At this time, the nameless fire in his heart turned into a raging fire of jealousy. He walked aside lonely and looked at the moon like stars holding the moon. Fan Yu couldn't help clenching his fists.
"No one is perfect. There is always a chance. You are not the strongest. You have to accept failure and learn lessons. You can't fail to the same person next time." A voice in the subconscious said to Yang Ming.
Gradually, Yang Ming's clenched fist slowly loosened, the fire of jealousy in his heart gradually extinguished, and the scene around him began to blur, and finally disappeared.
"Level 2: Jealousy, passed!" Drake's voice also sounded at this time.
Yang Ming reflected on the test just now. Indeed, if the person who won the competition was not himself but Fan Yu, would he be jealous of Fan Yu? In reality, Fan Yu just couldn't accept that he lost to Yang Ming, so he ended up as a useless person. , this test was thanks to Yang Ming's subconscious mind, otherwise he would have suffered the same fate as Fan Yu.
Sure enough, Drake's test is not so easy to pass. The test can directly hit the most fragile point in human nature. If you are not careful, you will get stuck in it and be unable to extricate yourself. It is a test of the soul and has nothing to do with strength.
With the experience of the second level, Yang Ming quickly discovered his weaknesses and then eliminated or accepted his shortcomings.
"Game 3: Arrogance, passed!"
"Scene 4: Greed, passed!"
"Scene 5: Lazy, passed!"
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Soon, the seventh test came. Before the test, Drake said to Yang Ming: "This is the last test and the most difficult test. This is the nature of all living things and cannot be eliminated. I can only There are so many reminders for you, so you should be mentally prepared."
After hearing this, Yang Ming took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. After so many tests, he also gained a lot. Since Drake said it could not be eliminated, he could only accept it and immediately said to Drake: "Ancestor, come on!"
The surrounding scene suddenly changed. It was not the scene in Yang Ming's impression. It was a completely unfamiliar environment. He was now in a room with only one bed around him. He was lying on the bed. All his perceptions were normal, even It's extraordinary, but my body can't move.
The door of the room was opened, and two people walked in, one was Miao Xiaowei, who had been missing for many years, and the other was Shen Shuiyue, who had already expressed her feelings. Both were beauties, with different qualities in temperament. Miao Xiaowei was gentle and elegant, while Shen Shuiyue was smart and lively. They are all closely related to Yang Ming.
Shen Shuiyue and Miao Xiaowei looked at each other and smiled, neither saying a word, but the next moment they both started doing the same thing, which was to undress themselves and Yang Ming.
Yang Ming, who was full of blood, had never experienced such a scene. He wanted to shout rejection but couldn't make a sound. He couldn't move his body and could only watch his four hands move on his body.
The two girls were in the same situation. Miao Xiaowei shyly covered it with her hands, but Shen Shuiyue showed it to Yang Ming generously. One was in bud, and the other was beginning to take shape. Yang Ming's heart was racing and his eyes were fixed on her. The two women, somewhere underneath them, are like angry dragons, pointing straight into the sky.
The two women, one on the left and one on the right, were lying on either side of Yang Ming. Their Qianqian fingers kept touching Yang Ming, first his ears, then his chest, then his abdomen, and finally they all held them in unison...
Shen Shuiyue turned over and sat on Yang Ming's body. She frowned in pain, but she soon recovered and started...
Then it was Miao Xiaowei's turn, with the same actions and the same consequences...
Yang Ming was immersed in the charm, but the trial was always in his mind, and he did not completely sink. A majestic voice sounded: "The last game, the seventh game: lust, passed!"