The sound of the bell is long and lingering, as if it has traveled through time and space from the distant ancient times. It echoes throughout the Daoxian Sect with a mind-blowing power, summoning the disciples who are about to enter the illusion trial.
As the time for the start of the trial approaches, the ancient bell on the top of the Immortal Dao Peak vibrates more and more violently, and the sound of the bell becomes rapid and high-pitched. Each sound seems to be connected together, and the strange power becomes stronger and stronger, as if it is trying to shake people's bodies.
The soul was ripped out of the body.
"Senior brother." Yuan Chen was calm and composed in the sound of the bell, as if he was not affected at all.
"Um?"
"Everything in the illusion is illusion. If you really want to find a Taoist companion, just go ahead and do it!" Yuan Chen smiled obscenely, as if he had other meanings.
"When necessary, the overlord's bow can better reflect a man's majesty. Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"
Tashan stared blankly at Yuan Chen's raised thumb. Before he could react, his soul was ripped out of his body by a loud bell and entered the Sumeru illusion.
Feeling the power of the bell, Yuan Chen curled his lips without any trace, full of disgust.
"How could such a weak force pull my soul into the illusion?"
"In the end, you have to perform real skills. As an actor, showing acting skills is the basic quality."
Wisps of soul light escaped from Yuan Chen's body, gathering and forming on his Tianling Cap. A miniature version of Yuan Chen was like a small boat in the storm, swaying violently left and right, but was never stopped by the sound of the bell.
Pull away.
"Huh? Why hasn't this kid's soul entered the Sumeru Illusion Realm yet? Is his soul so powerful?"
Above the main hall, black lines appeared on the foreheads of the peak masters.
Since the establishment of the Daoxian Sect, the competition system of the Peak Sect Competition has never changed, the Fantasy God Bell has never made any mistakes, and no one has ever been able to resist the call of the Fantasy God Bell.
But now, Yuan Chen has not been dragged away from the illusion for a long time. Not only that, but he also seems to have the power to resist. This is simply shocking and unprecedented.
"This is not the way to go. If he never enters the illusion, he will miss the survival trial, which violates the original intention of our trial."
Although the sect leader who was sitting on the high platform was very surprised, he reacted quickly and was not immersed in surprise after having been in a high position for a long time.
"Junior Brother Xuanbao, it's up to you to cast a spell to increase the power of the Magic God Bell and draw him into the trial!"
On the right side of the sect leader, not far from the high platform, the leader of Huolian Peak, who was carrying five long swords, stood up, bowed slightly to show his acceptance of the order, and then a crimson spiritual power crossed the hall like a spiritual snake and hit the hall.
On the Magic God Clock outside.
"clang!"
The Huan Shen Bell, which suffered a heavy blow, made a loud noise, and sound waves visible to the naked eye spread in all directions, but converged into a rope halfway and flew towards Yuan Chen's soul.
The rope flew towards me, and just when it was about to touch Yuan Chen's soul's right hand, the soul jumped just in time, perfectly avoiding the attack of the rope.
"Huh?"
Xuan Bao frowned, and the magic seal in his hand changed. The long rope was like a spiritual snake spitting a message, and he suddenly raised his body and hooked it towards the waist of the soul.
However, Yuan Chen's soul was so light that it stepped on the body's hair that happened to be blown by the wind, and once again dodged the flying rope.
"Hahaha……"
In the main hall, many peak masters who were watching the excitement couldn't help laughing.
Xuan Bao's handsome face suddenly turned a purple-red color like a pig's head. He actually made a fool of himself in front of many peak masters, and he was defeated by an ordinary disciple.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
If you can't handle such a small thing, how can you gain a foothold in the sect!
"go!"
Taoist Xuanbao made a sword finger with his right hand and pointed forward.
The rope that was once again empty instantly split into tiny threads, stabbing or piercing them, like small swords. All kinds of wonderful sword skills were unleashed in an instant, sweeping towards Yuan Chen's soul.
go.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, using such a method to deal with a junior is really tough."
Seeing what Taoist Xuanbao did, Zhang Ruozhuo, who was sitting at the end of the hall, sneered coldly.
Zhang Ruozhuo's strength is obvious to all, but the rules of the main hall are to seat according to the ranking of peak gates. Naturally, Longhu Peak, which is at the bottom of the Hundred Peaks, can only be ranked at the edge.
Although Zhang Ruozhuo's words were unpleasant, they also hit the hearts of the major peak masters. Taoist Xuanbao's actions were indeed disappointing.
However, the spirit above Yuan Chen seemed to suddenly become interested and performed a series of difficult movements.
Front somersault, back flip, moonwalk, Thomas pirouette, lower back, air splits, beast bike, single elbow loop, handless windmill, turtle.
All the actions merged into one sentence - I don’t want to enter the illusion.
One after another difficult movements were dazzling, but very useful. Through these movements, Yuan Chen's soul perfectly avoided all the threads, and even managed to do so with ease.
No matter how windy and rainy my silk threads are, I remain firm and motionless, not a single leaf touches my body.
Xuan Bao, who performed the technique, was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. His neatly combed hair was covered with sweat, and his face was ashen.
"You can't do it, let me do it!"
Seeing that Xuan Bao was already so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke, Zhang Ruozhuo was worried that he would do something drastic, so he planned to take the matter next to avoid any accidents.
Taoist Xuanbao was about to shake his head when he heard the sect master say: "That's fine, this boy is a disciple of Junior Brother Zhang, and he should be handed over to Junior Brother Zhang for his discipline."
"Junior Brother Xuanbao, please sit down."
The sect leader had already spoken. Even though Taoist Xuanbao was unwilling in every possible way, he had no choice but to retract his hands and sit down.
Zhang Ruozhuo had no intention of taking action. He just flew out of his seat and flew straight towards the Magic God Bell.
The major peak masters craned their necks, wanting to see what Zhang Ruozhuo planned to do. It was not always possible to see the methods of the god-conqueror.
However, the scene in front of them made them all stunned.
I saw Zhang Ruozhuo flying into the Huan Shen Bell, clinging to the wall of the Huan Shen Bell like a gecko, and then roared: "You little bastard, if you continue to be naughty, I'll punish you with ten years of confinement without the ability to read a book."
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Although confinement has no deterrent effect on Yuan Chen, the master still has to give him face, not to mention that dodging is just to delay time, and it is natural to enter the illusion now.
Just like that, Yuan Chen's soul gave up resistance and allowed the sound of the bell to drag him into the illusion.
Zhang Ruozhuo got out from under the Huanshen Bell, patted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened, and then sat back in his seat without changing his expression.
"My disciple is becoming more and more uneducated day by day. He only knows how to read various classics. Therefore, confinement is the biggest punishment for him. It's a joke. It's a joke."
"..."
Could it be solved by confinement?
Pulling the soul into the illusion is not an easy task, and it is not a comfortable thing for the soul itself.
The process of transfer will cause the soul to bear strong pressure and even cause a brief trance, so most people will not remember how they were transferred into the illusion.
However, Yuan Chen not only did not lose his mind, but instead watched the whole process of moving with wide eyes, and silently calculated the composition, environment and evolution of the illusion in his heart.
Everything presented in front of him was bizarre, and the scenes changed so quickly that ordinary people would feel dizzy just by looking at it. However, Yuan Chen didn't notice it at all. Not only that, the scene he saw seemed to be played at 0.5 times speed in an instant, completely presented in the scene.
In eyes.
"So that's it. There is something strange about this Magic God Bell. It doesn't look like an object from the Taoist Immortal Sect."
Yuan Chen nodded and saw some clues.
The moving process seemed slow but was actually fast. The scene in front of Yuan Chen soon stabilized, and a dense jungle appeared in front of him.
“Oasis area.”
Yuan Chen murmured to himself, then looked up at the sky. A huge sun floated directly above his head, with almost no deviation.
"It's right above my head. It seems that my calculation is correct and the landing point is also very accurate."
When moving, Yuan Chen calculated everything while changing the moving settings, and finally made himself appear at the expected position.
"Senior brother should still be in the oasis area now, I have to arrange it quickly."
Yuan Chen turned around and saw a vast sea of sand behind him. He seemed to be standing on the boundary between the oasis and the desert.
"If you do this kind of thing against the will of heaven, you will become addicted if you do it too much."