Mo Xian'er frowned as he looked at everything in front of him. He didn't know what kind of scene was outside the altar. Should they go out?
Bo!
The defensive layer made of white light was restrained, and the two people walked out.
After Qin Tian and others walked into it, the altar in front of them slowly dissipated, as if it had never existed, but someone in the darkness smiled sinisterly, "Someone is here again..."
After Qin Tian entered it, he didn't see Mo Xian'er and the others following them. He stood in a dark passage and frowned. Could it be that since this place is still like a secret realm, random teleportation is not possible?
Qin Tian clicked his tongue and walked straight to the bright place ahead. Before he walked in, he heard a poem coming from inside: "The glitz and glamor is like a dream. When you wake up from the dream, everything is empty. Welcome guests to this mirage."
"
Qin Tian gradually walked in after listening to the voice. A burst of white light flashed through. Qin Tian clearly saw a stooped old man standing in front of him. The old man's face was full of energy, and there was deep darkness in his pair of small eyes. The old man saw
Qin Tian came in and nodded, bending down to express welcome.
"Is this a mirage?" Qin Tian raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man.
"Of course not. The mirage is outside the door behind me. If you want to go in, you must leave your weapons and everything on you." The old man walked to the table next to him and sat down and looked at Qin Tiandao.
"Why stay?"
Qin Tian frowned. It was not a very good habit to give up one's weapons, and how could they ensure that their belongings would not be swallowed by the person in front of them?
"We never receive people with weapons. After all, this is a paradise for monks. We need to eliminate all disharmonious factors."
As he spoke, the old man turned to look at Qin Tian and said, "But we are not unreasonable here. If you can beat our people, we can let you keep these things."
"What the hell is this place?"
Qin Tian looked around, hadn't Mirage always been a paradise-like land of opportunity?
"This is a place of peace. People who can get here have opportunities. For example, you are from the underground world. Your ability to come up is proof of your opportunity. In fact, everyone who comes from the underground world is in this mirage.
, but we don’t just have one entrance to the underground world.”
The old man had already sensed the abilities of Qin Tian and Mo Xian'er. Seeing that they came from the underground world again, he said a few words. This was considering that no one had come from the underground world in the past hundreds of years.
"Opportunity? What opportunity?"
Qin Tian sensitively caught these two words.
"The method of ascension to heaven, the mystery of immortality."
The old man smiled mysteriously, but the words he spoke were the ultimate temptation in this monk's world: "And the time here is different from the outside world. If you stay here for a year, it will only be January in reality. This is the paradise of monks."
Mo Xian'er turned to look at Qin Tian, the shock in his eyes could not be concealed. They had never thought that time here would pass so slowly.
"So have you decided to challenge?"
The old man said and looked at the storage ring in Qin Tian's hand: "We here always like to leave the choice to Heaven. How about randomly picking someone from the mirage to fight with you?"
"Um."
Qin Tian touched the storage ring in his hand. This ring contained most of his wealth. Naturally, he would not hand it over so easily.
"Okay, by the way, a friendly reminder, we also have demonic cultivators and Taoist cultivators here, and there is no so-called distinction between good and evil."
The old man waved his hand as he spoke, and a huge turntable suddenly appeared in front of Qin Tian: "Everyone in the mirage is here. Whoever you turn to will be your enemy this time."
Qin Tian looked at the roulette wheel with numerous names on it, and without any hesitation, he turned his hand...
The golden pointer of the roulette wheel rotated in a golden arc, and finally slowly stopped on a name.
"Luo Tianjiao, Nangong Hanhai."
The old man read out the name above and looked at Qin Tian with a smile: "This kid is the most outstanding among the ascended spiritual sea realms. You have to be careful."
"Um."
Qin Tian nodded, but he didn't take this person to heart at all. His hidden strength was enough for him to be on a par with someone in the early stage of Half-Step King.
The old man didn't say anything unnecessary. He waved his hand, and a ray of light suddenly rushed out. After a while, a very feminine-looking man walked in and bowed his head to the old man and said, "Mr. Meng."
"You know the rules."
Mr. Meng looked at Nangong Hanhai, nodded, and said.
"Understand."
Nangong Hanhai nodded, with light shining in his eyes.
"good."
As Mr. Meng spoke, he waved his hand again, and a wave of space fluctuations suddenly spread around the two of them. When Qin Tian raised his head, he had already left the small house and arrived at a very wide arena.
The power of space!
Qin Tian's eyes narrowed, and he never thought that there was a long-lost secret technique here!
"I advise you to hand over all your things as soon as possible. The arena here is not limited to life and death. There are many things in this mirage. If you had known better, you would still have time."
Nangong Hanhai looked at Qin Tian and said proudly.
"You are no match for me."
Qin Tian looked at it and shook his head. There was no pride in his tone, but it made Nangong Hanhai's veins burst out. He didn't expect the person who just came in to speak to him like this!
"You still think you are the proud one of heaven? Anyone in this mirage has a much higher level of cultivation than you!"
Nangong Hanhai's face turned cold.
Qin Tian immediately smiled and said, "You should be glad that I'm in a good mood now, otherwise I wouldn't have let you talk nonsense for so long."
"But my remaining good mood was ruined by your words."
Under the fair face, a calm voice slowly came from Qin Tian's mouth. Then, Qin Tian's deep eyes were like a sharp sword unsheathed, with a terrifying edge. The sword's light was like lightning, and the Qingfeng Ancient Sword suddenly shot out.
, roaring like a dragon, at an extremely astonishing speed.
There was no sign of this sword. There was no leakage of the sword's light. The perfect sword carried a terrifying killing intent.
"Good intentions are treated like a donkey's liver and lungs. I wanted you to take a few more breaths of fresh air. Tsk, tsk, it seems you don't appreciate it, so there's no need for me to continue." Nangong Hanhai raised his eyebrows, revealing a cold murderous intent. His nose was filled with irritation.
Blood
The fishy smell quickly spread out from Nangong Hanhai's body. Nangong Hanhai's whole body was slightly curled up. It was like pulling back the bow string of the full moon. Bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in his pupils, and he stared straight at Qin Tian's sword light as he rushed towards him.