Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the dragon shadow appearing again on the Black Dragon Tower and the drizzle falling from the sky.
Passed again!
Si Xueyi passed another level!
Senior Brother said that in the last three passes, all living beings will die. In dreams, flowers bloom, and the lights on the other side are shining. Many geniuses have all died here.
After failure, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will lose all your energy and edge.
From now on, everyone will disappear.
Originally, everyone was still sympathizing with Si Xueyi, but they thought it was a pity.
Who would have known that as soon as Gu Yuxin opened his mouth, Si Xueyi would immediately succeed. It was incredible.
Everyone on the enlightenment stage, without exception, was dumbfounded.
Everyone who was still laughing just now stopped laughing and looked extremely shocked.
"How can this be?"
"Is it really poisonous?"
"What's the matter?"
Everyone was confused, not only because Si Xueyi succeeded in breaking through, but also because of Gu Yuxin's mouth.
It was just as Tang Guanyu said, it was consecrated.
"My n|ma...this..."
Gu Yuxin opened his mouth wide and looked at the blooming dragon shadow, his jaw almost dropped.
I think what he just said still rings in my ears!
It is said that this time is different, it is definitely different. Si Xueyi will definitely not be able to successfully break through the level, and the result is a slap in the face too quickly.
He was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"Gu Yuxin, you still said that you are not a poisonous milk! You just wish Si Xueyi could succeed in climbing to the summit!!"
Tang Guanyu was so angry that he vomited blood. In a fit of rage, he came directly to Gu Yuxin and grabbed him by the collar.
"It's really not true, Senior Brother Tang, we can learn from the world, how could I..."
Gu Yuxin was on the verge of crying, his expression was extremely aggrieved, and he wanted to argue, but nothing he could say seemed to be powerless.
Several of his followers next to him were shocked and quickly stepped forward to persuade him.
Tang Guanyu was really angry, but he couldn't really take action. His face looked extremely ugly.
"Junior Brother Tang, let him go."
On the plum painting in front of the railing, looking at the blooming dragon shadow, the handsome face looked quite shocked.
All living beings died, but Si Xueyi actually passed this level.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, this really has nothing to do with me, everyone believes in me."
Gu Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief, blushed, and tried his best to explain to the people around him.
Mei Zihua said calmly: "You'd better say less. I believed in objective laws before, but now..."
He sighed softly and said nothing more.
The implication was that he didn't dare to look down upon Gu Yuxin's mouth.
Really poisonous!
"I'm not, senior brother, you believe me." Even Mei Zihua said this, and Gu Yuxin was really about to cry.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Gu."
Duanmuxi's silver hair was particularly shining, his crescent-like eyes were slightly narrowed, and he said to Gu Yuxin with a smile.
Gu Yuxin was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He couldn't help but said: "Duanmu Xi, what are you proud of? It's just a fluke. All living beings die. He was lucky to survive. He will definitely not be able to bloom in his dream..."
As he spoke, he felt murderous eyes looking at him, and the surrounding environment was extremely strange.
"You still said it, you still said it!"
Tang Guanyu immediately became anxious and couldn't help it anymore, so he started beating him directly.
"No, no, no, no, Senior Brother Tang, I was wrong."
Gu Yuxin screamed in pain and ran around holding his head.
Regardless of this farce, the expressions of Feng Yueyu and Mei Zihua in front of the railing gradually became serious.
"Flowers are blooming in my dream, what do you think, senior brother?"
Duanmuxi continued.
Feng Yueyu couldn't help but look towards Mei Zihua.
Mei Zihua said: "It is rumored that the Black Dragon Tower is related to the taboo from nine hundred years ago. The last three levels are directly related to the unspeakable taboo. The flowers bloomed in the dream... I also hope that this flower can really bloom."
He looked sincere and did not lie.
But the implication is still very clear. The three levels are all related to taboos, and each level is more difficult than the last.
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Inside Xuanlong Tower.
After a lot of ups and downs, Si Xueyi finally reached the end of the thousand-layer staircase.
In front of him was a vast ocean-like lake.
There are many mountains in the distance, heavy snow is flying in the sky, and a lone boat is leaning on the shore, with a guqin placed on the bow.
"You guys are really crazy."
Bai Yixuan chased after him and looked at Si Xueyi with an angry look on his face.
"How much better are you than me?"
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "In order to motivate me to agree to you, what are you talking about?
What is the heart that will remain unwavering until death? The sharp edge of a warrior would rather break than bend. Why should we be afraid of death... I got what you wanted, so why do you call me a madman?"
Bai Yixuan opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
"Don't speak? I'm afraid you can't even do this yourself." Si Xueyi smiled.
After all, Bai Yixuan couldn't hold back and looked at Si Xueyi and said, "I have never provoked you. This is what I think in my heart. Sword cultivators should be like this, and swordsmen should have sharp edges."
Si Xueyi looked slightly startled, then smiled and said: "You are right, there are always some things in this world that are more valuable than life, but Xiao Baibai... this does not include the art of swordsmanship."
"When you are older, don't be so enthusiastic. It's up to us young people to handle the sharpness."
Bai Yixuan thought about it for a moment, understood the meaning, and said with a smile: "So, you are also a person of character after all."
He smiled happily, and he never concealed his joy for the monk with character.
Seeing him like this, Si Xueyi couldn't help but smile and said: "You are indeed the last white moonlight in Tianhuang City. Even the white lotus is not as pure as you."
Bai Yixuan was about to answer the call when he found that Si Xueyi ignored him after finishing speaking.
Si Xueyi focused her gaze on the lake in front of her, and then took out the scroll she received on the first floor.
He looked at the scroll and read out the poem on the scroll.
"The scene in the painting is exactly the same as this one. Master really has a deeper meaning."
Bai Yixuan came over, looking at the scenery on the scroll and at the scene in front of him, muttering to himself and nodding lightly.
Si Xueyi was amused and said with a smile: "What are you nodding to? Do you understand?"
Bai Yixuan's face turned red and he said: "This sage... I don't understand why I can't understand that the level you are going through is that all living beings will die. This level is a flower blooming in a dream. This painting must be related to dreams."
Si Xueyi remained calm and said, "What else?"
Bai Yixuan was speechless and couldn't say a word for a long time, so he could only say: "Master is such a person, and there are so many profound meanings in them, how can others know too much about them."
Hearing this, Si Xueyi laughed and said, "I've told you a long time ago that a second-rate poem, a third-rate painting, and a passable swordsmanship can have any profound meaning."
"Master cannot be humiliated!"
Bai Yixuan's face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Si Xueyi coldly.
Si Xueyi was no longer afraid, closed the painting, handed it to the other party and said, "If you think it has profound meaning, just take your time and read it. I'm tired."
As he spoke, he took out a Tianyuan Pill, held it in his mouth and sat cross-legged.
There are treasures on each floor of Xuanlong Tower. The first floor is a scroll, which hides the Shuangyue Sword Technique.
In the following floors, Si Xueyi chose elixirs unpretentiously, and on this floor he also chose Tianyuan Dan.
He doesn't need too many fancy things, he only needs elixirs to nourish the newly reborn sand of reincarnation that is waiting to be fed.
Tianyuan Dan is the best choice.
"A waste of natural resources."
Bai Yixuan muttered.
An elixir of Tian Yuan Dan's quality must be at least in the Yuan Dan realm in order to exert most of its effects.
If you take it in the realm of Zhenxuan, at least half of the efficacy of the medicine will be wasted.
However, he was currently angry with Si Xueyi and was too lazy to say anything more to him, instead focusing on the scroll.
Take a look at the painting, then look at the snowy lake in front of you and the mountainous mountains, and nod your head from time to time.
Si Xueyi, who was cross-legged and had her eyes closed, quietly opened one eye. Seeing him like this, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
Her already beautiful appearance, outlined by her smile, is like a pot of intoxicating wine.
"Are all the Dragon King's disciples so cute?"
Si Xueyi smiled, muttered and ignored it.
After he crossed the thousand-layer ladder, he felt that his cultivation level should be able to break through. He didn't want to wrong himself at the moment, so he took out the Tianyuan Pill and used it directly.
With the activation of the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Art, the Tianyuan Pill was quickly refined.
Wow!
In Zifu, a swamp, it immediately began to rain heavily, and the seedlings of the Sand of Samsara were greedily devoured.
In just half an hour, most of the Tianyuan Pill was refined.
boom!
Si Xueyi's cultivation level also moved from the realm of true essence to the realm of true spirit.
There are three major realms of Zhenxuan Realm: True Yuan, True Spirit and True Soul.
Si Xueyi's current cultivation speed can be said to be astonishing, a speed rarely seen throughout the ages.
Wow!
He seizes the creation of heaven and earth, swallows the mysteries of the sun and moon, and controls the reincarnation of all things.
The Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique is activating a great Zhoutian, squeezing out every drop of the remaining medicinal effect of the Blood Flame Pill on the limbs and bones.
When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and his cultivation had reached the level of true spiritual realm.
Bai Yixuan noticed something strange, held the scroll and looked over, shocked: "How... is this possible?"
The efficacy of the Tianyuan Pill was completely refined by Si Xueyi, and not a single bit was wasted.
He was shocked!
"Have you refined all the Tianyuan Pills?"
"What is the problem?"
"With your current level of cultivation, it's impossible. Even if you can refine them all, your body won't be able to bear it."
Bai Yixuan could not hide his shock.
It's like a hip flask filled with wine. The jug should have burst long ago.
Bai Yixuan ignored Si Xueyi, thought about it for a while, and said with a look of surprise on his face: "I almost forgot, you are practicing the Dragon Prison Holy Elephant Technique. It is indeed a technique created by the master. It cannot be judged by common sense."
"A dignified swordsman only has this little knowledge."
Si Xueyi looked at it with disgust, snatched the scroll away, and said, "I'm going to break through."
Bai Yixuan was not angry and said: "Compared with Master, my knowledge is insignificant."
He reminded: "This level is called the flower blooming in the dream. All living beings in front of it will die. In the past three thousand years, two or three people have passed it, but no one can pass this level."
Si Xueyi said calmly: "This level was not prepared for them in the first place. For me, this level is much easier than the previous level."
Bai Yixuan said: "It is true that a warrior must have edge, but edge is not just a boast."
Si Xueyi smiled casually and said: "I never talk big words. For this level, just one song is enough."
Whoosh!
He jumped on the bow of the boat on the shore and came to the guqin.
The body of the piano is made of sycamore wood, which is simple and exquisite. The strings are smelted from the sinews of dragons, and the interior of the body is imprinted with complex spiritual patterns.
This is not just a musical instrument, it is a rare spiritual treasure that requires spiritual power to operate.
In the past three years, the disciples of Canglan Academy only knew that Si Xueyi's cultivation was still unable to break through the innateness, and he was a waste among wastes.
But he didn't know that his spiritual power had never reached a bottleneck, and he didn't know that his musical talent was also unique.
The moment Si Xueyi's fingers touched the strings, his white clothes moved automatically without wind, his long hair danced lightly, and he spread out with majestic momentum.
"Great Mysterious Master!"
Bai Yixuan let out a soft cry, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
Monks who practice spiritual power are called mystical masters.
Mysterious Masters are divided into nine levels, and above the ninth level is the Great Mystic Master. In terms of combat power alone, the Great Mystic Master is no less than Master Yuandan.
What is the origin of this Si Xueyi!
The moment Si Xueyi sat down on the bow of the boat, on the top of the rolling snow-capped mountains at the end of the lake, a man in white clothes closed his eyes and played a flute.
The melodious and sweet sound of the flute soon reached Si Xueyi's ears.
"come yet?"
Si Xueyi's lips curled up into a smile, her eyes sharpened, and she began to fiddle with it quickly with her fingers.
The moment the piano sounded, a lone boat flew up in the lake like a sword.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The sound of the piano collided with the sound of the flute, shattering all the snowflakes in the sky, and not a single one fell on Si Xueyi.
"It's that poem..."
Bai Yixuan was listening to the sound of the piano on the shore and suddenly felt it was so wonderful. His eyes sparkled and he said: "A sword crosses the river and the ocean, boundless wind and snow. All over the world, there is chaos and light. If you don't row a boat and shake guests, even if you don't drink,
, and arrogant."
"Everything in the world is impermanent. Can this feeling be explained? Speaking of the next life, I will not know leisure and sorrow. And with the passing water of the east wind, I and you can drink together."
The artistic conception implied in the sound of the piano perfectly fits this poem, and it also perfectly blocks all the flute sounds.
Bai Yixuan's eyes showed admiration, and he stared at the boat going away and said: "It turns out that he has discovered it a long time ago."
Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
Bai Yixuan, who closed his eyes and was immersed in Mr. Qu's artistic conception, suddenly opened his eyes, then opened his arms and jumped into the air.
It landed on the bow opposite Si Xueyi, so he sat down, looked at Si Xueyi who was letting the snowflakes fall, and said, "Why don't you play?"
Si Xueyi smiled and said: "I won't play anymore. I don't like dreams, so why bother creating such a big dream? Let it go."
Bai Yixuan was a little anxious and said quickly, "This snowflake is a good dream. How many people are immersed in endless beautiful dreams and lose themselves."
Si Xueyi smiled, stood up, and caught a snowflake casually.
A dreamlike life appeared in the snowflakes, but Si Xueyi did not hesitate to crush it directly and said lightly: "If you are like me and have had nightmares for nine hundred years, no matter how beautiful the dream is, you will not feel the slightest bit.
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Bai Yixuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant. He changed the subject and said, "But the sound of the flute is still there. Isn't it a bit disrespectful? After all, he is the gatekeeper of the last level."
Si Xueyi stretched out his legs and leaned against the dock casually, and said angrily: "If he likes to blow, let him blow, and blow him to death!"
Bai Yixuan was annoyed. After a while, he looked at the snow-capped mountains getting closer and closer, and a sad emotion surged into his heart.
In the past nine hundred years, he has met countless geniuses, but no one is as special as Si Xueyi.
This farewell will never be seen again.
I have a trace of my remaining soul, what do I want to do with this?
Bai Yixuan smiled helplessly. He looked at Si Xueyi. At the moment, the other person was bored. He was neither nervous nor excited about reaching the last level.
When Bai Yixuan saw this, he couldn't bear to say: "It's the last level soon. You're neither happy nor sad, as if you have something on your mind. In fact, you can talk to me."
Seeing that Si Xueyi didn't respond, Bai Yixuan laughed at himself: "You don't seem to like me very much. Maybe there is some misunderstanding..."
He no longer addressed me as this saint, but deep down in his heart, he had already recognized Si Xueyi.
Si Xueyi interrupted him and said with a smile: "It's not a misunderstanding or a seeming, I really don't like you."
Seeing him being so rude, Bai Yixuan looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Why?"
Si Xueyi stared at him and said, "Because you are wearing white clothes."
Bai Yixuan laughed dumbly: "This makes no sense."
Si Xueyi, who was bored, suddenly became energetic and said with a smile: "Why doesn't it make sense? For things like matching clothes, I must hope that others are ugly to be happy. You are so good-looking, how can I like you?"
"ah?"
Bai Yixuan was stunned on the spot, his ears buzzing, and he was immediately shocked by this answer.
You are so beautiful, why do I like you?
Buzz!
The ship has docked. Once ashore, it's the last step.
Seeing Si Xueyi stepping on it without thinking, Bai Yixuan woke up and said: "Si Xueyi, this level is a light on the other side. I can't go ashore, and I can't help you."
"If you reach the top, we can meet again. If you fail..."
Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Si Xueyi smiled and said: "If I fail, if I turn around, we will never see each other again in this life."
Bai Yixuan's heart warmed up, and he hid some nervousness and said with a smile: "It's not that, it's not that... If I were still alive and had a glass of wine with you, I would be a close friend. But now I have only a trace of my remaining soul, how can I still be there?"
What more can you ask for?"
Si Xueyi was amused by him and said: "I'm not even nervous. Being teased like this by you feels like parting between life and death. Don't be nervous, little Baibai. I'll see you at the top of the tower."
He kicked the lone boat, and without waiting for Bai Yixuan to reply, he turned around and walked away without looking back.
The road to the snow-capped mountains was long, so Si Xueyi spent a lot of effort and finally reached the top of the snow-capped mountains at the end.
The wind is blowing hard and the snow is falling heavily.
Si Xueyi felt waves of coldness on the top of the snow-capped mountains, so cold that her bones were trembling.
Si Xueyi's face turned even colder after seeing clearly the face of the man in white playing the flute on the top of the mountain.
"As expected, it's you, Si Xueqing."
Si Xueyi's teeth were chattering and she was completely unable to control her emotions.
"I actually recognize you, but I don't know who you are?" The man in white was slightly surprised and said calmly.
Si Xueyi was stunned when he heard this, and it took him a while before he laughed: "You actually asked me who I am?"
His smile was extremely brilliant, like a mandala flower in the depths of hell, hiding a great sadness that had never been seen in the world.