The ground also turned into a mirror -like water surface, reflecting the starry light.
There is a very powerful figure in front of it, facing Jiang Chen, sitting on a throne condensed into a flowing water.
This figure is wearing a black armor with purple -red magic patterns.
A stranded substantial murderous spirit is like a blood -colored blade, whistling around it.
At the same time, an invisible sense of prestige diffuses, making people shudder.
In this scene, Jiang Chen has seen it before.
He knows that this one in front of him is the god of martial arts.
And this place is the illusion of its creation.
Just when Jiang Chen thought about how to speak.
At the ends of my own hair, there was a slight light spot floating out.
At the same time, the voice of Ling came.
"Zhenwu, I haven't seen you for a long time."
This sound was not sounded in Jiangchen, but from the light point!
Immediately afterwards, the light spot changed, and it turned into a little girl she had seen before!
It can be clearly seen that her exquisite face with a smile.
"Who are you……"
After two seconds of thought for two seconds, the figure on the seat seemed to be slightly surprised: "You!"
"It's me."
Ling seems to be very pleased, "It seems you still remember me."
"Interesting, you even chose this little guy."
The voice of the martial arts sound sounded, as if I was quite interested in it.
"You have intertwined with him one by one, I am naturally curious."
Ling first looked at Jiangchen, and then returned.
"Being recognized in the ancient temple of Guangming, everyone should be interested in him."
The martial arts said lightly.
"So, what do you want to do with him into the fantasy realm?"
Ling asked a question that Jiang Chen wanted to ask.
"It happened that the ceremony provided me with a trace of power that could perform illusion, so bring this little guy in and remind him to participate in the three trials of the martial arts."
The martial arts slowly said that although the sound is still empty, there is a trace of height, and there is a trace of human atmosphere.
"It seems that the situation of your body is not very good, there is no way to come at any time even a little bit of strength."
Ling Lue asked a little curiously: "What happened to it?"
The field was suddenly in silence.
The god of martial arts does not seem to be willing to answer.
"Don't you know everything?"
Jiang Chen couldn't help asking.
"I know the origin of the origin of the mainland, but the gods are detached from the mainland, not within the scope of my know."
Ling explained.
Then he looked at the god of martial arts: "I don't want to say, change the question, what is the purpose of the three tests of the martial arts?"
The latter replied: "This little guy knows that as long as he passed the three trials of the martial arts, the ruler of the order here can be given reasonably."
Ling is curious: "Complete?"
Wushen didn't answer: "Can you think he can use it completely?"
After thinking about it, I thought about it: "It's not that there is no way."
The martial arts paused and spit out three words: "Lisarvable."
Ling leaned his lips, a little sorry: "That's boring."
Wushen rotates silently.
After a while, he said, "The three trials of the martial arts are about to start. Don't let me down."
"For the ruler of order, I will also pass the three trials of the gods."
Jiang Chen said.
The martial arts on the seat nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, it's time to go out."
Just then.
Suddenly, Ling said: "Zhenwu, ask a question, why do you keep facing us for us?" Is it to play handsome? "
Once this says.
Obviously, the figure of the martial arts was slightly froze.
Even the substantial bloody murderousness around the surrounding stops stopped at this moment.
Jiang Chen couldn't help opening his eyes, looking at Ling, and his heart shouted wonderful!
"cough……"
The martial arts coughing lightly, and then waved at hand, the heaven and earth collapsed.
Jiang Chen Rotten appeared on the square again.
It can be seen that the martial arts festival in front is nearing the end.
At the foot of the idol, a large pool of blood was gathered, and even the bloody blood was visible to the naked eye, floating into the idol.
And those villagers who have been bloody have returned to their original positions.
"Next, start the three tests of the martial arts!"
In front of the front, Ruflang shouted: "Please get the glory of the qualification, come to the stage for trial!"
Immediately, a young man went to the largest stone platform on the square.
At this time, Daka never came to Jiang Chen not far away: "Brother Fanchen, should go to the ring to receive the three trials of the martial arts."
"Not just me?"
Looking at the figure on Shitai, Jiang Chen asked in doubt.
"Of course not only you, the outstanding younger generation of the village will accept trials."
Daka answered a sentence.
"So, then I went up."
Jiang Chen nodded and quickly walked to Shitai.
It can be seen that there are seven or eight people on this square stone platform.
Although the area of Shitai is very large, everyone stands towards the center of the center intentionally, and then the party is closely posted together.
"The first trial starts!"
With the sound of Rufu's dialect.
Over the whole stone platform, a light yellow light curtain is instantly shrouded.
Immediately afterwards, a huge pressure fell on Jiang Chen.
It's like a invisible giant hand, to push him down the stone platform.
The same is true of others on the stage. Everyone is resisting this pressure and does not let themselves retreat.
But some people were constantly being forced to the edge of the Shitai.
"This is the trial?"
Jiang Chen is also trying to resist this invisible force, but his body is still slowly retreating.
Even his forehead was exposed on his forehead.
"Easy."
At this time, Ling's voice sounded, and she said lightly: "The more you resist the more resistance, the stronger the resistance, and slowly remove the strength, just find a balance point."
"Do you know?"
Jiang Chen was shocked in his heart, and said to himself: "What is the difference between this and hanging?"