After relying on the Seven Emotions Monument to enter the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Cave, Zhuo Wen slowed down.
The entrance to the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Cave has extremely powerful restrictions, and the white-browed old man was trapped outside. Therefore, after entering the cave, he was not in a hurry.
Behind the cave, deep corridors appear before your eyes, and the darkness seems to be endless.
Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew that soon, he would be able to learn the clues Mo Yan Wushang left behind.
Shan Lingyun glanced at Zhuo Wen, who was still excited beside her, in surprise. It was the first time she had seen the latter so excited.
It seems that the female nun he is looking for is really important to him.
Then, Zhuo Wen took Shan Lingyun and ran towards the depths of the corridor.
About half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the end of the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there is a cave, a vast hall.
This hall is shining with colorful lights, gorgeous and colorful.
At this moment, in the main hall, people were coming and going, and there was a buzz of people. Many powerful monks gathered together, toasting glasses, drinking, and mingling.
"Huh? Why are there so many people? Could it be that other monks have entered the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Mountain in advance?"
Shan Lingyun looked at the bustling crowd in the hall, a strange look flashed through her big eyes.
"They are not human beings!" Zhuo Wen shook his head.
Shan Lingyun was startled, and then she realized that in the main hall, these monks turned a blind eye to their intrusion, simply treating them as if they were nothing.
"Illusion?" Shan Lingyun whispered.
Zhuo Wen nodded, looking past these false figures in the illusion and landing at the deepest part of the hall.
There, stands a sculpture dozens of feet tall.
The prototype of the sculpture is a graceful and charming woman. Her face is covered with a veil, her delicate face is looming, and her bare feet are stepping on the auspicious clouds, making her look like a fairy.
Under this beautiful female sculpture is a rosette.
There are seven petals around the rosette, each petal is a different color, forming a colorful rosette.
When Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the lotus seat, the Seven Emotions Monument in the big world suddenly trembled violently and made a strange sound.
Then, Zhuo Wen was surprised to find that the Seven Emotions Monument actually broke through the barrier of the big world, flashed out, and flew straight towards the rosette.
When the Seven Emotions Monument fell on the rosette, a line of red flame characters appeared on the surface of the Seven Emotions Monument.
"Destined person, congratulations on obtaining my Seven Emotions Monument. You are qualified to obtain the other half of my inheritance! Now, you are sitting on the lotus throne. Next, you will experience the levels I set for you! If
If you pass successfully, you will get the other half of my inheritance!"
After Zhuo Wen silently recited a line of red flame text on the Seven Emotions Monument, he was silent for a moment and then walked towards the rosette deep in the hall.
Kick, kick, kick!
The sound of crisp footsteps resounded leisurely in the hall.
Originally, the noisy voices of many phantoms in the hall stopped, and then the many phantom monks gathered in the hall stopped moving, and then looked towards Zhuo Wen strangely, with a strange smile on their lips.
"What's going on? This illusion feels so real. It's as if these people have discovered us!"
Shan Lingyun followed Zhuo Wen and shuddered when she felt the strange eyes around her.
However, she didn't care, because what was in the hall was just an illusion, and she didn't need to worry at all.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, in the main hall, a male cultivator pulled out a divine sword, rushed towards Zhuo Wen, and beheaded him.
The cold sword light, like a bright moon, bloomed in the sky above the hall, and then fell hard.
A flash of coldness flashed in Zhuo Wen's eyes. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the divine sword in his hand. The surging divine power surged out of his body. The divine sword he held in his hand couldn't bear it and broke.
"die!"
Zhuo Wen softly uttered the word "death", clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and struck the male cultivator's chest and abdomen hard. A torrent of divine power poured into the male cultivator's body and exploded violently.
The male cultivator was knocked into the air, and before he hit the ground, his whole body exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire hall, making it seem somewhat poignant.
"Disciple, what is going on? Didn't you say this is an illusion? Why is this illusion still attacking us, and why is the smell of blood so real?"
Shan Lingyun was shocked. What happened just now was too sudden and real. She is still a little confused even now.
"These are indeed illusions, but the Holy Master of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires has reached the level of illusion in creating illusions, so although these are illusions, they are also the truth!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He also just discovered that the illusion just now was indeed to the point of being fake and real. If he was hit by it head-on, he would be seriously injured or even die.
When the male cultivator exploded into a ball of blood mist, the atmosphere in the entire hall solidified.
Many monks around the main hall looked at Zhuo Wen coldly, all of them filled with murderous intent.
"Master, you enter the big world first!"
After Zhuo Wen finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and brought Shan Lingyun into the big world.
At the same time, in the main hall, many monks who were still chatting and laughing, all with ferocious faces, turned into Shura and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.
Whoosh whoosh!
The entire hall was filled with the sound of monks performing their magic and the sound of swords being unsheathed.
"I originally thought that the test of the Holy Master of Seven Emotions and Six Desires begins with sitting on the rosette. Now it seems that I thought it was too simple!"
Zhuo Wen shook his head, an unbearable light burst out from his eyes. He stamped his feet violently, and the natal stars broke out of the ground, spinning rapidly around him in a specific trajectory, forming a powerful
The realm of stars.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen's brows were filled with blazing golden light, and the divine soul sword intent was forcibly thrown out by him, flying in all directions.
One after another, figures rushed towards Zhuo Wen. Most of the monks were blocked by the Star Realm and bombarded to death. A small number of them broke through the Star Realm and were strangled by the Divine Soul Sword Intent.
A very small number of individual illusions broke through the obstruction of the Star Realm and the Divine Soul Sword Intent, and finally arrived in front of Zhuo Wen, but were slapped to death by Zhuo Wen.
There are indeed a lot of illusions in the hall, but their strength is really meager. The strongest ones are probably only in the middle stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun, and they are not the enemy of Zhuo Wen at all.
When Zhuo Wen slowly came to the rosette, all the illusions rushing around him were almost killed by Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked at the rosette shining with colorful light in front of him, thought for a moment, and sat directly in the rosette.
I saw that after Zhuo Wen sat on the rosette, something changed immediately. The huge petals scattered on the edge of the rosette began to slowly close, wrapping Zhuo Wen's entire body.
In the main hall, a majestic voice slowly resounded: "Once the seven-emotion rosette is closed, it is a matter of life and death! Only those who pass the test will have the rosette bloom, and those who break through the test will survive; those who fail will have the rosette permanently closed.
, those who break through the barrier will only die!" (To be continued)