Outside the endless void, in a teahouse not far from Bei Yuanzong, a woman in red had a painted look on her face. She felt that the spell she had cast secretly had an effect and sighed. There was no room to turn around at this point.
Looking at a figure from behind not far away, a woman also sighed.
"The Purple Qi moves south and the Red Luan Star moves. It seems that the change between the righteous path and the evil path will begin from now on. Why are these two auras constantly merging while resisting each other? It's really strange. I'll just help you once. In reality, it may not be possible for a lifetime.
Pleasurable but in dreams."
The woman shook her head and sighed with regret. She drank the wine in the cup. A faint light continued to flow in her hand. In one breath, the whole teahouse was slightly turbulent but then slowly fell silent. The formation of the secret method in an instant was not
It was a woman's own means to do this, and it was not her original intention.
In the distance, Lin Jinglan slowly left an inn, feeling the constant changes in his destiny. The sword intention hidden in Lin Jinglan's long sword also changed slightly, and he sighed: "The dream weaves for others is also one's own."
Everything that my heart longs to see most."
Lin Jinglan shook his head as he watched the endless void scenes, and his heart became more and more sluggish. Although the scenes in the celestial phenomena were not the same as Lin Jinglan's life, Lin Jinglan still felt a sense of familiarity.
He looked desolate, and his back, which was originally as straight as a sword, became a little rickety for a while.
The lonely figure slowly walked through the busy city. Thinking of the worldly journey, Lin Jinglan's footsteps became heavier and heavier. The woman in red sighed and slowly followed the two people behind. Although they didn't say much at the moment, they both understood each other's position.
Most of the ordinary people in the small town paid no attention to the man and the woman, and most of them looked at Gujing Wubo, but no one knew that these two people were like demon gods, and no one knew that they followed these two people.
The luck of most people who have passed through this place is constantly developing in an excellent direction.
And in a small city thousands of miles away, except for Lin Jinglan and this woman in the endless world of mortals, a man carrying a spear was like a legendary monk from some mysterious sect in the far west. His incomparable piety was unlike anything else in the city.
The monks were generally arrogant and very good people, and they got along well with the people in the city and gave alms to some poor people.
The man looked at the spear behind his back and murmured: "I have traveled thousands of miles to understand the world of mortals. I don't know how it will change and how many hardships it will bring, but I will definitely let you feel the flowers, grass, rain, dew, sunlight and moonlight in this world again."
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The man said goodbye to a small town and went to the next place...
An endless distance away from the Beiyuan Sect, a sect's blood light continued to rotate, forming an endless sea of blood on a huge sea. In the whirlpool of the sea of blood, an ancient consciousness slowed down.
Slowly wake up and feel the subtle changes.
The originally majestic Zhengdao astrology suddenly underwent some strange changes. The star map above the sea of blood was also constantly rotating according to the changes. Ancient consciousnesses seemed to be slowly awakening to watch the changes.
, the ecstasy, violence, and endless madness of torture and killing made the already turbulent sea of blood even more turbulent.
Rays of light suddenly flashed in the sea of blood, and there were also strange fluctuations. A loud voice exploded in the sea of blood: "After endless years, we will reappear. The era of alternation between good and evil in the world and chaos has come again. It belongs to us.
The glory of the northern continent will come again and the ruler of the northern continent is back!"
In the surging sea of blood, traces of evil light kept pouring into the sea of blood. The endless evil energy slowly reached the sea of blood. Feeling the sea of blood slowly becoming majestic, each ancient consciousness fell into it again, and now it is only a brief awakening.
The real return is still a long way off...
In the endless gluttonous atmosphere, a huge altar exuded endless demonic energy and faintly summoned Xue Ling. The restlessness in his heart was suppressed. Xue Ling took off his coat and was about to step into the altar. A ray of light suddenly struck Xue Ling.
The constant stirring of luck was also taken to an unknown place.
The aura was constantly changing, and Xue Ling's luck was constantly being transferred, and finally fell into the endless white light and fell into a deep sleep. At the same time, waves of demonic energy were constantly pouring in, and Xue Ling's aura became increasingly weird.
Some of the demon shadows and blood shadows behind them seem to be slowly merging...
In the Zhengjian Sect mural, a ray of light descended from the sky suddenly captured the healing Chu Ze, and a majestic voice sounded: "The illusion array is still and the world is motionless." Qing Ling on the side seemed to be hypnotized and fell down softly.
On the ground, in the mural, time stopped for an instant in front of the main hall of the Zhengjian Sect, and a ray of light fell into Chu Ze's destiny.
After a while, Chu Ze woke up and looked at the main hall here. Doubts flashed through his clear eyes. He felt that his luck was just a little more understanding of Taotie and a little more righteous. Chu Ze was not surprised when he looked at the mural just now.
What I feel is normal.
Looking at the mural in front of him, Chu Ze also shook his head. It was just an ordinary mural. What he had to do now was to pass these three levels as soon as possible and then enter the hall. Chu Ze could no longer hold back the urgency of the chaotic space and shook his head. Chu Ze's body moved.
Ze returned to the large formation of stone monuments.
The three huge formations in front of the main hall should be the so-called three levels. In the first level, the five-color rays of light are constantly mixed. In the second level, there are giant trees blocking the view. In the third level, it is a mass of fog that cannot be seen clearly. Chu Ze's eyes moved.
A confused voice said calmly as he pressed his palm on the stone tablet in front of him.
"No matter which sect is on the righteous path, evil path, or demonic path, everyone is destined to come here. Entering the formation to create three levels and choosing the three treasures depends on destiny. If you are the same as others, you will not die when you enter the formation. But every monk only has one chance in his life. You
But the testers are ready!"
"Be ready to enter the trial at any time." Chu Ze thought this rule was fair, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. Along with the rays of light in the stone tablet, the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, and then he said faintly.
The sound echoed in the stele with constant drumming.
Streams of light slowly bound Chu Ze, and the five-color light kept flashing. Chu Ze also entered the first level in one breath. Looking at these familiar auras, Chu Ze's eyes were also a little dumb, and his old voice also sounded faintly: "First.
The level is called Absolute Balance Trialist. Your task is to balance the spiritual energy of three attributes to pass the level. To balance the spiritual energy of four attributes is to be excellent. To balance the spiritual energy of five attributes, you can enter a hidden level."
"So what is the hidden level?" Chu Ze asked casually but did not get the slightest answer. After a moment, Chu Ze shook his head. After endless years, what was left was just a incomplete formation.
How can I answer too many things?
Balancing spiritual energy is extremely simple. But just as Chu Ze encountered these spiritual energy, a sudden change occurred the next moment...