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Chapter Sixteen: Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea

Wang Luo stared ahead, showing unprecedented contemplation.

"Qian Shu,,, I'll be the boss to pass this level for you."

Zhao Qianshu suddenly raised his head. This was his boss, calling him that for the first time.

"Is it difficult?" Zhao Qianshu asked in a hoarse voice.

Wang Luo nodded: "It's difficult! Even if it's difficult, you can get through it."

After that, it fell into a brief silence. The red cliff in the sea of ​​fire on the right had constant waves, and there was hot air on it, rising and falling, as if it was going to swallow everything.

It forms a strong contrast with the Pingxin Lake on the left.

One red and one blue,

One strong and one soft.

One day at a time,

One dimension at a time.

Wang picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the Pingxin Lake on the left. There was no ripple. The moment it touched the lake, it froze right there.

From the initial dark black color to crystal clear ice crystals.

This lake is like a pure land on earth, without any waves.

Then the little bits of ice crystal began to sink slowly, but it was terrifyingly quiet, as if they disappeared out of thin air.

"Boss, there is a ghost in this lake."

Wang Luo nodded: "I know!"

"No, there really is such a thing in the world." Zhao Qianshu jumped three feet high, leaving only his legs hanging on Wang Luo's body.

"Have you ever seen monsters or ghosts before? It's not normal."

Zhao Qianshu lowered his head and trembled with fear.

"Stand still, don't move!"

Wang Luo said suddenly.

But he jumped up out of thin air and flew directly to the Pingxin Lake.

“Boss,,,”

In the Tai'an Zong Lotus Mountain Hall, Nalan Mingming stared at the mirror image at this time, stood up suddenly, and the coffee table in front of him fell down in response.

"Tomorrow?" the young senior sister beside him asked doubtfully.

Nalan stared at the mirror tomorrow, and his whole body fell into a daze.

He raised his head suddenly, stared at the mirror again, bit his sleeve and pointed towards the mirror.

On the Lotus Mountain, any cultivator who is above the Divine Realm can see in the main hall, there is an endless stream of red Luan spiritual power that is ready to move, as if it is going to overthrow the entire Lotus Mountain.

The young senior sister beside him also saw the clues and stared at Nalan Mingri, then looked into the mirror.

Wang Luo in the mirror image, after entering the lake, did not disappear like before without any waves, crystallizing out of thin air.

Instead, he fell into the lake. There was no ripple at first. After he took two steps forward, a burst of spiritual power spread out across the entire lake.

Then it started to quickly retreat back.

The spirit disperses and the spirit gathers.

What's even more strange is that the surface of the lake began to boil and there were layers of thick fog.

This thick fog is not as invisible as before, but is like a thin veil, surrounding it.

What's even more strange is that the surface of the lake, which was originally a crystal clear white lake, turned into colorful colors at this moment, and the spiritual power was traced back and poured into Wang Luo's body continuously.

But Wang Luo didn't react at all.

The young senior sister in the Lotus Mountain Palace suddenly looked at Nalan Mingri: "Isn't he above the realm of all things?"

Full of doubts but also affirmative like asking and answering one's own questions.

Nalan will not look back tomorrow. His clothes are all torn and his hair is disheveled. There is no trace of the fairy spirit of the master of Lotus Mountain.

He turned back to look at the little senior sister, his eyes were red: "Yes!"

The young senior sister repeatedly supported Nalan Mingri: "No wonder you want to block this secret, even locking the body!"

Nalan looked at the young senior sister tomorrow, his face full of joy. He had not been so happy for a long time.

Wang Luo, who was in the lake, was fine, but he had an indescribable feeling, as if he could feel the entire sky.

Even those who were in the trial of other small worlds, Wang Luo seemed to be able to feel something when he closed his eyes.

This feeling is vague and absent, Wang Luo can only experience it carefully and ponder it.

At this moment, Zhao Qianshu, who was on the shore, shouted: "Boss, can I come down?"

Wang Luo turned around and shouted: "Don't move, just stay where you are and wait for me!"

Wang Luo moved forward alone, walking farther and farther.

The lake was so big that Wang Luo waded all the way to the end, and Zhao Qianshu on the shore could only see a point.

Wang Luo was getting closer and closer to the gray whirlwind circle. And in the sea of ​​​​fire on the right, no matter how high the wave of fire was, no matter how violent it was, even if it hit the thorny road, there would be no splash at all.

The shooting path is above Pingxin Lake.

At the moment when Wang Luo was only a hundred steps away from the whirlwind circle.

Picture after picture appeared in Wang Luode's mind.

They are all shadows of the past,,,

There are scenes of Wang Luo being chased and beaten by Wang Beichen when he was a child, and when he was finally caught, he was whipped with whip after whip; there were also playmates on the street, laughing at him, saying that he was a fool; and there were scenes of Wang Luo squatting alone in the dark.

In the corner, there was a scene of people sobbing without listening and calling for mother, mother, mother.

Wang Luo stood there, watching the pictures flying through his mind bit by bit.

But in the end, Wang Luo moved forward resolutely.

There is not a trace of expression, if there is any expression, it is perseverance, meticulousness and indomitable.

The young senior sister in Lianhua Mountain stared at Nalan Mingri who had just packed up, with a complicated expression: "This person is not simple. He should be the fastest person in history to break the heart demon, and he didn't touch it at all. What kind of soul should such a person have?"

powerful."

Nalan thought for a while tomorrow: "Sister, it seemed like it took half a day to pass this level. I heard that I almost fell into the Valley of Fire Waves."

The little senior sister looked at Nalan Mingri with a charming look: "I'll throw you out of the Tai'an Sect. I don't know who was crying outside my house back then. What did the little senior sister say to help me? I'm afraid, am I ashamed or not?"

Slightly,,,”

The little senior sister stuck out her tongue,,,

Nalan Mingming just smiled and said nothing.

I just waved it casually, and at this moment, the mirror image was replaced by a mirror image of a small world elsewhere.

But it is a different world.

The trial of thousands of people was divided into more than two hundred groups.

Nalan went through them one by one tomorrow,,,

There are those who fell into the cliff of the sea of ​​fire, and those who pushed through the thick fog and jumped directly towards Pingxin Lake. There were those who moved forward, overcoming thorns and thorns, and were tangled alive by vines; and there were those who finally reached the end with great difficulty.

, but was drowned by the waves of fire coming from the sky.

What's even more ridiculous is that after finally coming up with the method, when it comes to the whirlwind circle, one of them, controlled by his inner demons, gets angry and drags down the whole group alive.

What kind of level did he break through, and he simply killed his teammates.

Let Nalan and the little senior sister laugh for a while tomorrow.

This first level is completely two extremes. For people who come from ****, what is tested at first is their adaptability.

The union between a strong practitioner and a strong person is already unfair; the union between a weak person and a weak person can only warm each other up. But there are always times when things are made worse, and one mistake can mean that the sect is not destined to be together.

This is cultivation. The strong will never care about the cowardice of the weak.

In this first level, half of the people didn't even open the thick fog. There are thousands of ways to open the fog.

The largest number of people walked the same path as Wang Luo, and were driven away by the wind. Unfortunately, a quarter of them were burned by the fire wave behind them.

And in some cases, because of the different directions, even the Pingxin Lake was rolled up and turned into a shower.

Fall and form ice crystals.

There are also some leaders who are much smarter when they join forces. They use their own weapons to explore the path and bury various hidden weapons along the way to leave a way out for themselves.

And in this thick fog, there are three people who are worthy of mentioning.

There was a man who was walking alone with a sword. No matter the sea of ​​fire or the flat lake, he cut them all with one sword. The path was very wild. This man's name was Bai Ye.

There was another person who, after being trapped by the thick fog, tore off a piece of the thorn from his body and covered his eyes directly. He listened in all directions and seemed to be able to judge where the thorns came from and to distinguish all things, so he walked directly over. Outside the mirror image

At Qiming Mountain, several peak masters were stunned. In history, this was the first person to use this method. It was strange.

The last person was even more amazing. With his heaven-reaching sword technique, he simply caused all the mechanisms to touch and stood there. Gods came to kill gods and Buddhas came to kill them.

Leave no room, not only for the enemy, but also for yourself.

In the Qiming Mountain Palace, a man with a back bone thought about the vision that happened just a moment ago. He slowly moved his head and stared at the Lotus Mountain, lost in thought.


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