"Who are you……"

Qi Mingchan looked around and saw a red-haired Xiyi man, about thirty or forty years old, with muscles like a bodybuilder, his face and body were covered with scars, and his eyes were full of gloom.

Danger!

He didn't know why, but when he saw this man, he shuddered all over.

"This is the 'Immortal Lord Space'..."

The red-haired Xiyi man calmly said: "I was born in the Daxin Colony, and I have a name called 'Zhou Yan'. As for why you are here? Congratulations, you unlucky ones, you were chosen by the supreme and infinitely powerful Immortal Lord.

To participate in a game... although there is no reward for winning the game, and there is a penalty for failure..."

He opened his mouth, revealing his white teeth: "It is death!"

"What?"

Qi Mingchan was immediately shocked. He had just been admitted to Meishan University and was enjoying great success. He didn't want to die yet.

"Liar!"

A female voice came, and it turned out that someone among the lying people had woken up.

Her hair was short and her dress was very neutral. She sneered at this moment: "Even if the New Thirty-sixth Dharma is implemented, one cannot become an immortal. Who dares to call himself the 'immortal master'?"

"Whether I am lying or not, you will know soon."

Zhou Yan sneered and looked at the red ball of light quietly.

Qi Mingchan thought for a while, then approached the androgynous girl: "Hello, my name is Qi Mingchan, from Meishan University."

"Mu Yingyun...a junior at Zhushan University."

Although Mu Yingyun angrily rebuked that Zhou Yan, at this moment, a pen in his hand was shining brightly, and he was using the technique of "Fusangshen", one of the thirty-six righteous methods, which can induce people who have been close to people for many years to become elves.

Explore your surroundings.

At this time, other people woke up one after another, the most eye-catching one was a monk.

He has red lips and white teeth, a bald head with neatly arranged ring scars, but a pair of peach blossom eyes, making him look more like a star.

"Huh? I remembered, you are not the 'Flower Monk' who is the magic weapon blogger?"

A middle-aged woman in her forties shouted: "They often make fake magical instruments and talismans to deceive people..."

"Amitabha, the young monk 'Hua Xin' is not a philanderer..." Monk Hua Xin clasped his hands together: "What's more, although those magical instruments and talismans are crude, they are cheap and definitely not fake... Otherwise, the young monk would have been caught long ago.

"

"Monk Hua Xin should be in the middle of Shu...Meishan and Zhushan University are in Xindu..."

A thoughtful look appeared on Mu Yingyun's face: "Is there any magical power that can bring people from all over the world to one place in an instant?"

At this moment, the red ball of light in the middle suddenly changed.

A line of cloud seal script emerged.

Even though Qi Mingchan had passed Level 6 of ancient Chinese writing, she still couldn't identify the calendar at all.

But the amazing thing is that even people who are illiterate can immediately understand the meaning once they see it.

"Welcome to the Fairy Lord Space!"

"Reincarnators, you will undergo a trial. Those who fail to pass...die!"

"Those who pass...can get the reward of continuing the game."

"Main mission: Participate in the first sword fight in Cangmang Mountain and assist the side sect to win."

"Faction: Shushan (not optional), West Kunlun Blood Sea God Lord (optional), Meishan Sect (optional), Hanshan Temple (optional)..."

…

"Why is Shushan not an option?"

Qi Mingchan didn't know why, but she felt very depressed.

Looking next to them, Mu Yingyun and Monk Hua Xin seemed to be missing something. Everyone else looked at a loss, obviously not knowing what it meant.

"What? It's actually a sword fighting mission?"

Zhou Yan, however, had a bitter look on his face: "This mission, I'm afraid a lot of people will die..."

"Why do you say that?"

Qi Mingchan only felt a chill on his back.

"The sword fighting mission is the most dangerous..."

Before Zhou Yan could finish his emotion, everyone saw a flower in front of their eyes.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at a barren mountain.

There are thick trees and lush grass all around, and the mountains in the distance are lush.

There seemed to be some indescribable aura in the air.

Qi Mingchan unconsciously got acquainted with it for a few times, and felt very happy: "Is it the power of the 'Immortal Lord' to be able to move us here in the blink of an eye?"

"No...no..."

Mu Yingyun exclaimed: "My magic power... actually broke through directly? Where is this place? Why do I feel, I feel..."

"Hehe, it seems that you have also felt that this is not the human world, but a prosperous ancient time of cultivation. Not only swordsmen and swordsmen can be seen everywhere, but there are also immortal immortals!"

Zhou Yan said: "We... are in the midst of history."

"In ancient times, when immortals emerged in large numbers? The young monk thought it was just a myth..."

Monk Hua Xin clasped his hands together, his eyes shining brightly.

"So...in the Immortal Lord's Space, we can become immortals?"

Qi Mingchan's eyes brightened: "So... even if you risk your life and death, it's not in vain."

"Hahaha... you are thinking too much."

When Zhou Yan saw this scene, he suddenly laughed so much that he burst into tears: "There used to be many reincarnators who had the same idea as you, and even found an introduction to the practice of ancient techniques in the mission world, but it's a pity...

After returning to the real world, I still can’t cultivate. Even the magic power in the original mission world will be reversed. How can I be so deceitful? Some secular martial arts can probably still be used in modern times..."

"Thank you, Brother Zhou, for reminding me."

Qi Mingchan's expression changed, and she thanked her sincerely.

He naturally knew that if Zhou Yan had malicious intentions, he could deliberately hide it and let them go through countless hardships, gain hope, and finally fall into despair.

Now that I am willing to tell you honestly, it shows my good intentions.

Of course, he would definitely give this kind of thing a try.

After all, he is a cultivator!

If you don't give it a try, you will eventually feel dissatisfied.

"Thirty-six dharma!"

Mu Yingyun suddenly said: "It is said that before and after the founding of the new country, it was the time of the end of the Dharma, and it was difficult to cultivate all the ancient supernatural powers and immortal methods... Later, many sages integrated hundreds of schools of thought to establish the 'Thirty-six Zhengfa'.

For the modern road to heaven.”

"But those who have practiced the Thirty-Six Zhengfa to the extreme, that is, if they have strange skills, they will still be turned into powder when faced with aircraft and missiles..." Qi Mingchan sighed.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but feel confused.

At this time, in the mountains and fields, there was a sudden hissing sound and strong winds, as if something huge was rolling over.

"not good."

Zhou Yan's expression changed: "Deep in the mountains and swamps, dragons and snakes are born... In the deep mountains and old forests of these mission worlds, there is a high chance that spirits will breed, and even a mouthful of venom will be condensed, and the evil spirit will be... extremely vicious."

Before he finished speaking, a python sprang out. Its body was as thick as a bucket and its tail was purple.

What's even more terrifying is that there is a layer of gray-white evil energy lingering around the body. Wherever it passes, the grass and trees are withered, leaving a trace like a line of fire!

This big python is the local overlord. Although he has no wisdom, he instinctively spits at the sun and the moon, condensing a mouthful of 'hundred poisonous evil spirits'. At this time, when he sees a dozen strangers, he immediately spits out fishy saliva and sprays out snake kisses.

.

The gray mist spread, like a wave sweeping across the sky.

"run!"

Zhou Yan's expression changed, the talisman on his leg flashed, and he ran away!

A group of people followed belatedly, but the slowest ones were shrouded in gray mist, and immediately screamed and fell down...

When Qi Mingchan heard this cry, she couldn't help but feel desperate...

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Qinghe Mountain.

Fang Xi was playing with a black jade-like mirror in her hand, which was the 'Mirror of the Fantasy World'.
To be continued...