Plop, plop.

There were monks who kept groaning and falling to the ground. Their faces turned red and they were pressed to the ground and could not get up.

"I'm so tired. It seems to be walking again on a mountain. And I feel like I've walked a few miles, so why have I just taken one step forward?"

Nie Fenglei's forehead was covered in sweat and panting as if he was panting. He wiped his face while complaining.

"Is this an illusion? In fact, we are standing still?" Liu Meng said.

"No, it should be a magical secret space technique. Look at the front, it is different from before." The old woman also gasped.

Everyone looked at it and found that there were some decorations in the depths of the originally empty hall. A tall seat was located in the distance, but the seat was pitch black and there was no sign of people.

This shows that everyone is not doing useless work, but the test is far from over.

"Our only chance is that this Immortal Lord has passed on it, and we won't even get this thing."

Nie Fenglei gritted his teeth, and he continued to step forward angrily. After walking for about ten steps, he fell to the ground with a plop and fainted completely.

In the face of this pressure, any magic or treasure is useless, and everyone can only persist by relying on their own abilities and will.

After Nie Fenglei fell, monks kept falling down.

When we arrived at the back, only Qin Cheng, Lao Wu and Liu Meng were left.

Qin Cheng's clothes were soaked with sweat. At this time, he felt that he was carrying a world and moving forward. Every step he took was no less than a life-and-death battle.

He raised his head and saw a figure slowly appearing on the tall seat.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a long scribe robe similar to Yumo, but in blue clothes. He closed his eyes, had fair face, and three long beards under his jaw, and he looked extremely handsome.

It gives people a sense of being so elegant, just like a knowledgeable scholar. When you look at it, you can't help but get close to and trust.

"Qincheng, it's up to you."

Liu Meng's voice came from the side. She looked pale and knelt on one knee, but she could no longer move forward.

Qin Cheng took a deep breath. If he didn't even have the qualifications to obtain inheritance, it would be ridiculous to talk about escaping and surviving. In any case, he had to persevere until the end.

The old woman on the side was extremely tough because she was practicing spiritual consciousness. She was even worse than Qin Cheng's side. She was almost overwhelmed to the ground afterwards, but she insisted on it.

In the end, Qin Cheng and the old woman walked to the scholar.

Buzz!

And when they took the last step, the pressure that almost crushed the two of them disappeared without a trace with a slight tremor.

"Congratulations, you two have passed the assessment." Yu Mo's voice sounded behind him at this time.

Hearing this, Qin Cheng couldn't help but bent down and gasped heavily.

The old woman fell to the ground and sweated heavily.

After resting for a while, his body recovered a little. Qin Cheng turned around and found that Liu Meng, Nie Fenglei and others were actually lying behind them two or three steps.

But he did take nearly ten thousand steps in these few steps.

As it accumulates, Qincheng can no longer calculate how many he has walked, five kilometers or ten kilometers.

This Ruyi Immortal Lord is worthy of being a powerful person in ancient times for his illusion. Even the illusion he set up casually before his death was full of magical features.

It's just that if you're a thousand miles apart.

"Senior Yumo, what are we going to do next?" Qin Cheng asked, standing five meters in front of the Immortal Ruyi.


Chapter completed!