Chapter 283 Millennium Illusion Millennium Illusion Part 1
The sun rises slowly, dyeing the eight-level tomb platform golden.
Dozens of monks stood quietly in front of the magic door. There was no jade chair placed, and there was no longer the excitement and expectation of the past, and even a hint of indifference and tiredness.
The huge group of cheering elders from Dongling Gate did not arrive, and the beautiful scenery of Danshan Cloud Pavilion was still there. Chi Lihua, dressed in plain clothes, stood lonely in front, her face as calm as water, looking at the Magic Gate, as if Sculpture. Zhan Wudi and his hundreds of three-hero monks surprisingly did not show up, which also made everyone in the audience heave a long sigh of relief.
Ouyang De turned around and faced dozens of monks. He smiled lightly and said:
"Dear Donglingmen comrades, today is the last round. In the illusion round, I and Master Ge were originally the referees of this round. We don't want to cheat and violate the rules in the Donglingmen killing round, and also offend the three British monks. , is currently under investigation, so I, Ouyang De, will be the judge of the fantasy game. As we all know, the thousand-year fantasy game is just a formality. There are no rewards or punishments, so the disciples should be allowed to experience the East Ji. The spells and expectations that the ancestors left to future generations. However, the disciples who take the exam must not slack off, because the illusion game is also calculated for results. Who is the first core disciple of the five sects of Dongling Mountain this time? After this game, they will Within four hours, the final winner will be the one who breaks the game. The so-called break means the illusion gate is destroyed. If no one breaks the game, the time when the illusion door is released shall prevail. Whoever comes out first will be the first, and the one who comes out last will be the last. .After the killing round, all survivors can participate. Now I announce that the fantasy round competition has officially begun. The contestants from all disciplines will appear!"
Ouyang De's voice fell behind, and he slowly walked out of the monks for almost ten breaths.
Kou Yan from the Dongling Sect held her head, gritted her teeth, and was the first to leave the team. Her eyes were always staring at the ground, without looking at the other four monks. Her face was gloomy, and she seemed to be worried. She was the only one who had reached the eighth level. The Donglingmen monk on the tomb platform.
Murong Xingchen's face was swollen, his mouth was crooked, and his eyes could only open a thin slit. The pressure on his body was still at the early stage of foundation building, and it was still very unstable, as if he was about to fall down at any time. He trembled and walked out of the crowd dejectedly. .
Zhi Huyi was full of energy, and he ducked to the side of the magic door, looking at the magic door with a twinkling light in his eyes.
Immediately, Bu Xizi, Le Tucheng and Wei Qiyin walked out one by one.
When Tianjiu flashed out, there was a rare tremor in the boss area.
"Fairy Caixia, who do you think will win the first place in this illusion? It won't be this little foundation-building cultivator again, right?" Bei Baifeng said with a smile on his face, with a hint of ridicule in his smile.
"Haha, this is also possible! The illusion is not won by cultivation. For thousands of years, those who can quickly get out of the illusion are not those players with advanced cultivation, but those who have a tenacious will and a heart like a rock. Bai Feng , don’t hold any prejudice against Tianjiu, among these people, apart from Wei Qiyin, he probably has the strongest will."
"Hmph! How can a pervert, with a woman's protection, talk about being tough?!" Nan Zhantian suddenly opened his eyes at this moment and snorted with great disdain.
Dongfang Caixia's face suddenly turned red, and she stared at Nan Zhantian with sharp eyes: "Zhantian, shut your stinky mouth! Huh, haven't you always wanted to challenge me again? Okay, in ten days, you go to Yutiao Mountain City, I Waiting for you there!"
"You...you actually challenged me for this kid? It's really unreasonable! Very good, I will definitely go!" Nan Zhantian said angrily.
Dongfang Caixia was about to continue chatting, when Ouyang De's words came: "Okay! Please let the three heads and Fairy Caixia take the jade talisman to open the magic door!"
After saying that, the first one walked up to the Magic Gate, raised his hand and inserted a wooden jade talisman into the groove beside the door. The heads of the other three gates also stepped forward one by one and inserted the jade tokens one by one.
Dongfang Caixia shook her head, walked to the side of the Magic Gate, and finally inserted the wooden jade talisman from the Dongling Gate into the groove.
A burst of smoke appeared, and the magic door suddenly opened.
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Tianjiu stepped in, his head felt dizzy, and in the blink of an eye, he was suddenly lost.
A six-story bluestone pagoda stands tall and majestic. Under the pagoda, there are crowds of people.
"Baoguang Tower!"
Tianjiu looked around in shock, and found that he had returned to the earth, to the land of Zhongdu that he once dreamed of.
At this time, he was mixed in the crowd, following the flow of people towards the pagoda.
Not far away, in the Baoguang Pagoda, mist curled up and sandalwood scented their nostrils. Pious crowds were burning incense and worshiping. After worshiping, they walked into a small room behind the Buddha one by one. After a while, they all held a color card in their hands.
Different paper charms came out happily again.
"Haha! The master said that I will be promoted this year!" A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly shouted loudly, and his joy was self-evident.
"Haha, I will have great fortune in three months!" Another thin man who was born not long ago also agreed.
"Wow! Such good luck!" The crowd who had not yet entered the pagoda exclaimed, and they were full of expectations for what was inside.
"Auntie, what are we going to do here?" Tianjiu looked at the fat aunt in front of him curiously and asked.
"Huh?" The fat aunt turned around and looked at Tianjiu strangely: "Young man, are you here to cause trouble? You don't even know about the master's on-site spiritual interpretation conference?"
"Then Master? What do you do?" Tianjiu was even more confused.
"Are you...are you from Zhongdu? You don't even know about Master Yun? Now in the whole of Zhongdu, and even in China, Master Yun is famous. Not to mention turning stones into gold, at least he can't escape.
Seeing that you are young and have a frivolous face, you know that you are uneducated and incompetent. Remember to knock your head louder and your heart to be more sincere. Maybe the master will take better care of you. Oh, poor child! Follow me.
, don’t tell nonsense, if you offend that master, your life will be over!”
After the fat aunt finished speaking, she had already arrived in the main hall.
After kowtowing, offering incense and worshiping, Tianjiu mechanically followed the fat aunt step by step into the small room not far away.
With a bang, the door suddenly closed.
When Tianjiu raised his head, the fat aunt who was in front disappeared.
In the middle of the hut, a petite figure sat cross-legged on the ground, with thin shoulders and a delicate face. He was dressed in a gray Taoist uniform with no black hair. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and concentrated, and trembled with jerky words in his mouth.
"What about Xiaoyun?!"
Tianjiu exclaimed, quickly stepped forward, and carefully looked at this familiar figure.
"Donor, I am Master Nayun. This is a place of Buddhist meditation. No noise is allowed! Is the benefactor here to seek marriage or career?"
"Xiao Na! I'm Tianjiu, don't you recognize Tianjiu?" Tianjiu stared at the other person's withered hands and shouted excitedly.
"Tianjiu...? Tianjiu...!"
In the other party's pretty eyes, the originally lifeless look suddenly became brilliant, and he trembled with excitement: "Tianjiu, are you really Tianjiu? I've finally waited for you again!"
After saying that, he looked at Tianjiu with tears in his eyes.
Tianjiu looked at Xiaoyun dreamingly, and asked at a loss: "Xiaoyun, why are you here? What kind of master have you become?"
"Humph! What else should I ask you? Where did you die? Why did you abandon me?" Xiaoyun's eyes flashed and she shouted angrily.
"Xiao Na, I went to the world of cultivating immortals to cultivate immortality..."
"Xiu Xian? Who asked you to go? And how did you go? Tell me quickly?"
"Yes..." Tianjiu suddenly paused. He really couldn't remember how he cultivated immortality.
"You won't say it, right? Then you can go and come back when you think about it clearly!" Xiaoyun's face was gloomy.
"Xiao Na, I cultivated immortality just to find you and find my way home. Now that I'm back, why are you ignoring me?" Tianjiu was very anxious.
"Hmph, either explain the situation clearly! Or, get out!" Xiaoyun scolded.
"No, you have to come with me!"
Tianjiu gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped over, and grabbed Xiaoyun.
"Bang~!"
A crisp chime came out, and then a melodious bell sounded, stirring in his gray mind. In front of Tianjiu, a ray of rays of light suddenly burst out, and in his sea of consciousness, the Time Cauldron suddenly roared, washing away
Removed all the haze in his body and mind.
He stumbled out, his eyes clear.
In a wooden hall, standing in the middle of the sky. On the high platform of the hall, an old man with a sword in his hands, sitting tall and tall on a jade chair. On the left hand side, a wooden crutch is leaning against the jade chair, which looks dazzling.
Abnormal. It seems like an old man is examining his beloved sword.