On the east mountain, there is Jixia Palace.

A huge bluestone lies across the square, and what is reflected on the bluestone seems to be a magnificent world.

"This is a sage's book, a secret treasure that contains the will of the Confucian sage. It is one of the treasures of the academy... When the junior disciple reaches the level of a first-class Confucian, he can master a sage's book."

Li Xiuyuan glanced at Luo Hong, seemed to see the surprise in Luo Hong's eyes, and explained gently.

"Every sage's book is the hard work and crystallization of the Confucian sage. It is the work of the Confucian sage's painstaking efforts. Even in the academy, there are only a few treasures."

When Luo Hong heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Feeling the powerful and majestic holy atmosphere in the saint's book, I quickly waved my hand.

"Senior brother, don't be so polite."

I am a pure evil cultivator. It is already uncomfortable to have a head full of straight words. How unbecoming is it to hold a book with scattered holy light? This thing is not suitable for me...

It's better to play with a sword.

Luo Hong hurriedly bid farewell to Li Xiuyuan and drifted into the pseudo-secret realm created by the sage's book.

Pseudo-secret realm, since there is an additional word "pseudo-secret", it is naturally not a true secret realm, or it can be said to be a variant of illusion.

It is a world condensed by the mantras of saints floating out from their books.

On the bluestone, Luo Hong and the students from the academy stood quietly, with their eyes closed, as if they were immersed in a mysterious world.

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, I don't know how far my junior brother can travel in the pseudo-secret realm."

Li Xiuyuan looked at a group of students, smiled, raised his hand, and a peach blossom tree grew out of thin air behind him.

He held the sage's book and lay down on his side.

Countless peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the peach blossom tree, and when the breeze blew, peach petals fell down.

…

What Luo Hong saw was a vast ocean, a calm sea surface, so quiet that it made people feel panicked.

"Is this the literary test?"

Luo Hong frowned slightly.

He looked up at Tianque, and seemed to be able to see floating golden holy words one by one. They were the mantras of saints. They were different from Luo Hong's bunch of "righteous" words. These holy words were more majestic and magnificent, carrying

The thoughts of a saint overlook all living beings.

Luo Hong stood on the beach, with the boundless sea in front of him, and gentle waves lapping in the breeze.

After thinking for a long time, Luo Hong took a step.

One step, step onto the sea.

boom!

In an instant, countless characters began to appear on Luo Hong's body. Above his head, like a peacock spreading its tail, the bright holy light seemed to break through the sky.

However, Luo Hong's expression changed slightly.

Because he discovered that there was unparalleled pressure, like a mountain falling, trying to crush his shoulders.

In the dantian where Luo Hong's evil spirit had dried up, the saint's shadow opened its eyes, but this time, it looked coldly and there was not much movement.

Luo Hong continued to step forward in the sea.

He took the second step, and the pressure suddenly subsided, and the soles of his feet submerged into the sea water, covering his ankles...

With a bang, the light between heaven and earth dimmed by half.

A magic sword appeared above Luo Hong's head. On top of the dark magic sword, there was a cold air surging.

Luo Hong took a deep breath. The presence of the magic sword made the pressure on his shoulders become greater and greater.

The magic sword trembled slightly, and a red robe swept across the sky.

The magic sword was placed across Luo Hong's head, and on the magic sword, a beautiful figure sat on the sword, with her slender legs hanging down and lightly folded.

Qianying's face is cold and beautiful, her ears are as sharp as swords, her eyes are slender, and her eyebrows are like silk. There are two blood stains under the eyes like two knives, which cut across her cheeks, spread into her neck, and spread deep into her chest.

Sitting on the sword, her red skirt fluttering, she looked quietly at Luo Hong below.

In this secret realm of the saint, it is difficult for evil spirits to hide, so she appeared.

When Luo Hong walked on this vast sea, he was carrying her on his back.

Qianying's red lips are slightly pretty, and her long legs that are looming overlapping under the red skirt are swaying a bit playfully, like a girl sitting on a swing.

Luo Hong resisted the desire to raise his head. He understood that before taking the exam this month, he would be under greater pressure than others because he had to carry an extra Miss Demon Sword on his back.

After getting familiar with the pressure, Luo Hong took steps. Every step was extremely difficult. The seawater submerged half of his legs, making every step difficult for him.

…

Outside the bluestone.

Li Xiuyuan frowned, and he stared at the picture in the bluestone.

Each student was moving forward slowly. Although there was pain on their faces, they were moving extremely fast.

But Luo Hong, who had great expectations from Li Xiuyuan, walked very hard. An ordinary person could only take two steps, but Luo Hong could only take one step with difficulty.

Just for a moment, Luo Hong was left in the last place.

Trek speed to be the slowest one.

Although Li Xiuyuan knew that this "traveling thousands of miles" pseudo-secret realm did not judge heroes based on the speed of trekking, it could also reflect some talents.

Is my junior brother’s talent so bad?

It shouldn't be. Being able to meditate on so many mantras of saints in the library, the talent cannot be bad.

Perhaps because you have meditated more on the mantras of the saints, you are a little repulsive to the secret realm and will be under greater pressure, but you shouldn't be so slow.

I thought that in this pseudo-secret realm, Luo Hong would reach the end point that ordinary people could not reach with an attitude of being arrogant to many students. However, reality slapped Li Xiuyuan in the face.

…

In the secret realm, Luo Hong's speed was getting faster and faster, as if he was gradually becoming familiar with the weight of Miss Demon Sword.

The beautiful figure on the magic sword swayed with white legs, and the two blood marks painted under the eyes seemed to be beating.

It's a bit fun.

She smiled happily, but it made Luo Hong miserable.

The vast sea was in turmoil, and after Luo Hong gradually became familiar with the weight of Miss Demon Sword, there seemed to be a holy sound resounding between heaven and earth.

One after another the brilliant mantras of the saint emerged.

In the next moment, it actually condensed into a giant palm and pressed down on Luo Hong.

Boom!

A large circle of sea water exploded around Luo Hong, and in the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows, the evil spirit's shadow was suddenly photographed, floating above Luo Hong's head with a helpless expression, juxtaposed with Miss Demon Sword.

The pressure suddenly increased.

The water that originally covered half of Luo Hong's legs instantly swallowed up Luo Hong's waist.

"Fuck! Pig? So heavy?!"

Luo Hong cursed.

The shadow of the evil god, who was holding his breath and folding his arms, suddenly opened his eyes.

Miss Magic Sword's red dress is flying, as if she is swinging, and her long legs are dazzling...

Luo Hong's journey in the vast sea became increasingly difficult.

However, as he trekked, he gradually felt that the barrier between him and the magic sword had disappeared.

This made Luo Hong very happy. It turned out that trekking through the vast sea had this effect.

As for the Evil God's Shadow, Luo Hong didn't feel it was of any use.

Luo Hong just thought he was carrying an extra heavy pig.

Luo Hong felt disgusted in his heart, but the phantom of the Evil God was full of evil energy coming out of his seven orifices. The power of the Evil God was becoming more and more integrated. Could it be an illusion? Did you eat him?!

The vast sea roared into huge waves, and a terrifying and oppressive aura spread across the sea, as if the sea god was angry or the saint was going crazy.

Luo Hong trudged in the sea water, and the sea water covered his waist, making his trek more and more difficult. Every step seemed to use up all his strength.

However, Luo Hong was happy with it.

Because, with every trek, he could feel the barrier between himself and Miss Demon Sword disappearing a little.

Bit by bit...

Will he be able to be intimate with Miss Demon Sword when he reaches the end?!

Can he...

Take control of the magic sword!

As soon as this idea appeared, Luo Hong felt as if he had been given a shot of blood!

Even if I have to resist Luo Hong, the evil god's phantom, I don't care.

Step by step, gritting your teeth, we are marching towards a better future.

…

Xiao Erqi let out a long breath and stopped. His whole body was completely submerged into the vast sea, and he could no longer move forward.

However, he was not disappointed, but overjoyed. Under the pressure of the saint, the sword energy in his body became more and more mellow, and his control of the two swords became more delicate. It seemed that there was a bottleneck at the peak of his fifth grade.

Got loose.

This pseudo-secret realm is indeed a good thing.

After all, how can it not be a good thing if it can be matched with a secret realm?
To be continued...