While Yunmeng Pavilion and Jun'er's quasi-emperor were chatting secretly, on the silver fantasy lake outside the illusion world, most of the contestants opened their eyes with stinging pain, with less than half a stick of incense between the front and back, because the illusion body fell in the hand of the imperial daughter who swept and killed like a tigress into a sheep's nest!

The dozens of monks who had not participated in the Taoist discussion meeting were still keeping a low profile in the cave and waiting for the ten-year period to expire, still closed their eyes on the big flowers.

The next moment.

The realistic eyes of many contenders were all focused on Yunmeng Pavilion on the big flowers over there. Due to the rules, they could only be angry.

"ah!"

"How dare that crazy woman!"

"It's so cruel. In such a short time, we will clear our conference directly?"

"Isn't the illusory world the same level of life? Why is she so outrageously strong, she definitely surpassed Zhao Fan at that time."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes looked at Kong Luo, who was also awake because of his fall.

Kong Luo shook his head and smiled awkwardly: "I don't know what's going on. The power she showed is not as good as in the illusory world, even if I have 30% of the original mystery."

In fact, he knew the reason.

Yu Xin, the junta Emperor, had touched the secret of this not long ago, and had privately discussed it. His combat power directly made up for the gap between him and Kong Luo from the mystery of the origin of chaos, and even overwhelmed himself.

This made Kong Luo feel extremely unhappy. Although he was in the illusory world, he regarded him as a lackey, which was so frustrating.

However, Kong Luo has been trying hard to get Yu Xin to trouble until now, and there has been no progress in the secrets in this...

So much so that Kong Luo began to fall into self-doubt. In order to adjust his mood, he disdained the Taoist Conference, so he made an exception and wanted to regain confidence through abuse of vegetables. However, not only did he fail to regain his confidence, he also brought a flower of imperial-grade heart protection!!!

Now, he was killed in an instant by his favorite Prince Yunmeng Ninth!

Kong Luo’s mood is unprecedentedly painful!

His eyes were staring at Zhao Fan's direction as if he wanted to eat people, "It's all thanks to you!"

Not long after.

While many contenders were criticizing Yunmeng Library, they were immersed in their sleepiness and returned to the illusory world and appeared at the conference where they were at the time of their fall.

They were silent for a long time, and then tacitly returned to their respective caves.

After the sweeping and killing of Yunmeng Museum, many contenders felt that the Taoist conference was like a playhouse, and the seat ranking for the preview was just a self-interest!

Who knows what powerful means do the dozens of monks who did not participate in the Taoist Conference?

In this way, how many places can the first hundred left for ordinary contenders?

Many contenders are unwilling to waste their time and want to try to retreat to see if they can improve further.

soon.

The huge temple of Taoism suddenly became deserted from the noisy and lively moments.

Only Kong Luo sat alone in the first seat, looking at the void in dismay, the secret in this place was not obtained!

On an ancient tree in the distance, Emperor Yu Xin looked at the arrogant Kong Luo in the past, shook his head and sighed, and said, "Brother Wuliang, his heart of Tao seems to be shaken..."

"So being too genius is not a good thing." Wuliang Quasi Emperor said with a wry smile: "In front of Zhao Fan and Yunmeng Pavilion, he was always proud of him, but he was trampled under his feet. I hope my junior brother's Taoist heart can overcome this hurdle. After all, the invisible Taoist heart is not a state of mind that can be followed, and there is no medicine to cure. In any direction, he can only rely on himself."

...

That hill.

Cave.

Zhao Fan stood on the ground with needles and needles, his backbone was always pressed against the colorful finger. This feeling was so uncomfortable.

"This Yunmeng Museum is so cruel, it's like a death talisman..."

Zhao Fan was shocked and remembered the figure who swept and killed him just now. He was so amused that he was so happy. What kind of woman he had offended!

"It's really powerful to touch the secret!" Zhao Fan couldn't help but recall the dense colorful fingers he faced when he was in the Yunmeng Museum. Wasn't his original intention of this trip just to understand the means of sublimation through the secret?

Therefore, Zhao Fan no longer thought about other things that had nothing to do with cultivation, and he recalled every detail with serious expression.

"The contact time is too short after all, and it is difficult to see what tricks you can find!"

Zhao Fan frowned, regretting why he couldn't stay in the cave in Yunmeng Museum for a period of time? In that case, the feeling might be deeper and then turned into insight.

"etc!"

Zhao Fan's figure suddenly shook. He slowly twisted his neck, lifted his robe, looked at the almost solid fantasy finger, and smiled. He whispered to himself: "Yunmeng Museum, Yunmeng Museum, didn't expect it? The backup plan you arranged for me is very likely to become the guide stone for me to touch the secret!"

But a moment passed.

Zhao Fan's smile froze without warning. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Because, this fantasy finger is so solid that it is basically comparable to the real fingers, but at the beginning, the thousands of fantasy fingers have an illusory texture. Not only that, even if the back touches the fingertips, it does not trigger any offensive!

It seems... Huancai's finger was ordered, either staring at me and killing me if I have any abnormal movements, or following me with peace of mind!

An incredible look on Zhao Fan's face, and his cold face and black charming skirt reflected in his mind, "I want to help me?! I offended her so deeply, why is this?"

Zhao Fan couldn't understand it, nor could he figure it out.

Could it be to win over?

Or smoke bombs?

Or do I owe her a favor?

Zhao Fan conceived various possibilities, but could not determine which possibility was the greatest.

"Don't worry, try to study it first."

Zhao Fan immediately reached out and grabbed the solid fantasy finger into his palm, rubbing and turning, sensing that the soft touch was like touching the real finger of Yunmeng Museum.

but.

Zhao Fan was immersed in it, so how could he have thoughts?

"It's closer... closer..."

Zhao Fan closed his eyes and felt the fantasy fingers back and forth. Every touch was like a direct impact to the soul. Originally, he and the secret were like a layer of window paper, and now, it was as if he was slowly softening and breaking it.

During the process, he focused on his mind and even ignored the passage of time.

And at this time.

In the deepest part of the ancient emperor's inheritance, the strange cat, half white and half black, stood in front of the mirror, and meowed from time to time. If Zhao Fan was here, he would definitely understand what it was saying, and his face would be extremely ugly.

"Idiot... I almost put the ready-made one in front of you and was still wandering outside the door. If the Lord knew about it, I would be so angry that I would be so angry that I could survive!"

"Thinking about it, he is not a creature born in the inner chaos. It was a miracle that he had arrived outside the gate with himself. What's more, with 20% of the complete mystery of the origin of chaos, he won the first 100 without any suspense. Even if he did not touch the secret of the second level, he would have the power to compete against other contenders who successfully touched it in the future, which would greatly increase the difficulty, especially the magic sword Azuo, with him, the hope of winning the inheritance is almost zero."

"But if Zhao Fan touched it, there would be a little chance of facing the magic sword Azuo. I would push it secretly. At that time, the dark side would be the dark side. Who made this chaotic boy who had no idea what kind of luck he had, and made Sister Taotao so favored him!"

Meow Meow Meow Meow...

The strange cat muttered to himself for a long time, and his expression also eased a lot.

...

over time.

In the illusory world of the second level.

The ten-year period is almost at hand, and the countdown is coming.

The cave of Yunmeng Museum.

Jun'er's quasi-emperor breathed a sigh of relief. She played with the solid fantasy fingers in front of her and said with a smile: "Sister in the library, I can finally compete with you for the inheritance in the future!"

“Successfully touched?”

Yunmeng Pavilion showed a smile from the bottom of her heart, and she said: "Don't be distracted, continue to consolidate, and strive to be able to use it freely before the circular showdown without deliberately!"

"clear!"

Jun'er quasi-emperor nodded repeatedly and said, "Then Zhao Fan, haven't he succeeded yet?"

Yunmeng Pavilion shook his head, slightly disappointed, "Based on my sense of the finger of the fantasy cloud, he was still constantly sensing and thinking. I don't know if the last hundred days can be too late. However, it doesn't matter even if it fails. With his means, there is no pressure to squeeze into the first hundred. After all, I estimate that those who touch the secrets are between half a hundred and eighty."

"I can't have some confidence in my future brother-in-law!"

Jun'er quasi-emperor made a joke and became immersed in consolidation.

"Go and go, what brother-in-law?" Yunmeng Pavilion had a headache.

...

In the cave on the hill.

Zhao Fan remained in his original state from beginning to end and never retreated. His illusory body was already unknowingly disheveled and his beard was dragged to his knees!

"wonderful."

Zhao Fan nodded to himself.

Ninety days.

Seventy days.

Fifty days.
To be continued...