After Yang Hui dealt with the wild boar, everything around him disappeared and he seemed to have entered a house.
A very strange house, with many people staying there motionless.
Yang Hui knew that these people were in the spiritual formation space.
But it's not like no one is awake. It seems that there are only about twenty people here.
In other words, some have already entered the second level.
That's why they are not allowed to attack each other. If the person who wakes up first attacks those who haven't woken up, then there is no need to compete. Just declare the first one to wake up as the winner.
Yang Hui found the stairs to the second floor and prepared to go up.
The stairs and handrails are made of oak, and the windows on the stairs are all high lattice windows. These windows and the long corridors leading directly to the bedrooms don't look like ordinary rooms, but like auditoriums.
The pure wooden stone steps go up, up, up. They are not as neat as terraces. They are meticulously graded ring by ring. They are either gathered in groups of three or five, or alone.
Households are scattered all over the place, some are as big as a pond, some are as small as a basin, some are shyly hidden in lush bushes, or some are blatantly naked in full view of the public.
"It seems that after entering, it will be the same as the first floor." Yang Hui looked at the door on the second floor, not yet mentally prepared to go in.
"Yuncheng? Why don't you go in?" A very familiar voice appeared in Yang Hui's ears.
"I'm not ready yet, I want to take it easy." Yang Hui knew without looking back that the person was Yang Xin.
"Well, okay then, I wish you success, I'll go in first." Yang Xin said.
"Well," Yang Hui looked at Yang Xin's back as she entered the second floor and didn't know what to say.
He made up his mind and went in.
After entering, I found that his place was completely different from the first floor.
It's night now.
I am in a large plain.
The wilderness on a summer night is peaceful and refreshing. The distant mountains, nearby villages, jungles, and mounds are all hazy, as if covered with a veil. The night is not uniformly black, and the mountains and woods each have different colors.
, there are jet black, thick black, light black, light black, and black and gray like silver, which are very similar to Chinese Danqing paintings with suitable shades.
The bright moonlight decorates the spring night sky, and also decorates the earth. The night sky is like the endless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars are like small sparks in the sea, twinkling and beating.
Tiny light spots. Fields, villages, and trees are covered with silver gauze in the quiet sleep.
The bright moon, which was not yet full, gradually rose into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight. Above the field, a light smoke seemed to be enveloped, hazy, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds passed by, the field
The smoke dissipates and the clear light like fire washes the soft autumn night.
The spirit formation space is really magical. Any space can be imitated. Yang Hui couldn't help but sigh. Even some details were not missed.
The moon had just risen from behind the fields, round and bright. On the ground, on the shining water, there was a layer of silver mist floating there. The frogs were talking, and the toads in the grass sang melodiously like flutes. The crickets were shrill.
The trills seemed to harmonize with the twinkling stars. The breeze ruffled the branches of the hazel trees. From the hills behind the river, the clear singing of the nightingale came.
The grassland is even quieter in the middle of the night, and the Big Bear Star has already set in the sky. The sound of the Hare River is clearer, like a wild ghost crying, and the moon looks into the tent with its pale face. In this quiet night
, even the dying star flying in mid-air can hear the hissing sound of its falling.
The bright moonlight decorates the spring night sky, and also decorates the earth. The night sky is like the endless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars are like small sparks in the sea, twinkling and beating.
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The fields, villages, and trees are covered with silver gauze in the quiet sleep. The mountains are faint, like clouds and islands on the sea, shining from time to time as if to summon ships sailing at night.
A little or two of bright red fire.
It seems to be in place, Yang Hui’s thoughts.
However, in a crisis in silence, it is better not to act rashly.
Yang Hui knew that it seemed like there should be a prompt now. Otherwise, how could he be sent here directly?
Yang Hui guessed correctly.
"Tester No. 21 Yang Hui, please pay attention. Your mission this time is to meet the challenges of twelve waves of enemies. Starting from the first level and one star, each challenge increases by three stars. The first time is the first level and one star.
The second time you have four stars at level one, and so on until you reach one star at level five. But the number of your opponents will continue to decrease. The number of enemies with one star at level one is one hundred and twenty. Each time you challenge, the number of enemies decreases by ten, until you reach level five.
Up to ten people per level." The voice disappeared after saying that.
Let me go, ten fifth-level and one-star ones are quite a challenge for Yang Hui. It’s really terrifying.
Although Yang Hui is not afraid of fifth-level opponents, and can even kill sixth-level ones. However, that is in a one-on-one situation. One against ten, Yang Hui may not be able to defeat them.
You know, there is more than a little difference between the fourth level and the fifth level. That kind of gap can only be equaled by Yang Hui using his own special attributes. But, really, when the number of opponents increases, there is no way to win.
.The only result is to be killed.
The wind is coming.
First there was a light breeze, rustling over the grass in the northwest, gently turning up Yang Hui's clothes and teasing the dead leaves on the road.
There was a slight rustling sound in the wilderness. After a while, the wind picked up, and the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches under the trees cracked and fell. A terrible whistling sound came from the distance.
There was a sound in the wilderness, and the clouds became darker.
Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the heavy siege of dark clouds, rolling over from the northwest with a crackling sound like an explosion.
"The first wave of enemies is about to attack. Please prepare yourself." The voice reminded again.
"I know." Yang Hui replied nonchalantly.
Anyway, that voice won't pay attention to me.
One hundred and twenty people of one rank and one star immediately surrounded Yang Hui.
These people rushed towards Yang Hui.
However, in Yang Hui's eyes, their speed was still too slow.
Without saying a word, Yang Hui directly unfolded the ice mist and waited until the ice mist was big enough.
"Explosion." Bloody flesh and blood.
All the first-level and one-star monks died unexpectedly.
For so many people, a large-scale attack is more satisfying.