Eternal Tranquility

The abyss is so deep that nothing can be seen except black. The wind blowing up from below gives people a bone-chilling aura.

Standing here, you can only vaguely see the desolate scenery on the other side, as well as the stone tower standing under the gray sky.

He was looking at Duan Yuan and thinking silently when he suddenly heard the voice of a woman chatting cheerfully behind him. Looking back, he saw four young female cultivators in Xingyue Palace sect costumes walking over, thinking they also wanted to take a look at Duan Yuan. deep.

When his eyes inadvertently glanced at the face of one of the women, he felt a wave of panic in his heart!

The female cultivator had a full head of black hair combed into Lingyun temples. She didn't have many bead ornaments, just a jade hairpin with faint spiritual power. A pair of single phoenix eyes that are as clear as ink and water, and their eyes are shining with hope as they flow. At this time, she didn't know what her companion said, and she smiled very brightly. Her eyes were as curved as crescent moons, and her originally cold temperament became much gentler.

At this time, one of the women noticed something strange about Liu Qinghuan. She pulled the female cultivator and pointed at Liu Qinghuan quietly: "That man has been looking at you."

The female cultivator was surprised, looked up, and saw a handsome male cultivator who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old standing on the edge of the cliff, staring at her with a look of shock!

When Liu Qinghuan saw the other party looking over, he woke up from a dream. He quickly looked away and tried his best to put away the expression on his face.

He could feel the female nun looking at him a few more times before going to the other side amid the snickers of the other three female nuns.

Liu Qinghuan vaguely heard the sentence "Mu Yinyin, he just looked at you for a long time...", he jumped and felt his face instantly burning up.

He quickly lowered his head and saw that no one around him was paying attention to him. Then he pretended to be calm and returned to the Wenshi Sect's stronghold. He randomly found an empty stone house and entered it. He raised his hand and set up a defensive formation.

"It's just that they look the same!" He whispered, but fell into deep thought.

That year, during the entrance trial of the Wenshi Sect, he entered the sea of ​​flowers on a high mountain in the Great Xumi Qiankun Pagoda and fell into the illusion of the third level. He was still young at the time, and because he was greedy for family affection, he knew it was an illusion and did not want to wake up.

Although everything in the illusion was an illusion, he lived in it for decades as if it were real, honoring his parents, marrying and having children, until he grew old.

And the woman he saw today looked exactly like his wife in the fantasy!

So when he saw Mu Yinyin, his shock was self-evident. He almost thought that he was back in the illusion again. He even suspected that he had been in the illusion and never woke up!

Liu Qinghuan was puzzled: How could a real person look exactly like a non-existent person in fiction, with no difference at all? Aren’t the people and things in the illusion false?

And that illusion was caused by his desire for family love. Marrying a wife and having children was just to fulfill his parents' expectations and his last trace of nostalgia for the world. After the illusion ended, he only had the way to immortality in his mind and never thought about anything else. The woman who was his wife was just a symbol and he never took it to heart.

He tried to recall, trying to find out the differences between the two, but found that they were almost the same except that Mu Yinyin seemed to have a colder personality.

When this illusory symbol suddenly appears in reality, what does it mean?

Liu Qinghuan thought hard, but couldn't figure out why. Should he ask Grand Master Dayan for advice?

A few days passed, and several other sects that had not yet arrived also arrived one after another, and Duanyuan became more and more lively.

When the furthest Ziwei Sword Pavilion arrived, the four major sects and seven small and medium sects had all gathered together, and there were already six to seven hundred monks here. Each of the four sects has a hundred trial disciples, while the other sects have much fewer disciples, ranging from a few to dozens. For example, the Huangshan Sect has only eight disciples.

Liu Qinghuan saw Yunzheng in a purple dress at a glance.

After several years of not seeing each other, Yun Zheng has grown into a tall and handsome young man. His facial features are as sharp as sculptures, and his original childishness has been replaced by sharpness like a blade.

The high-level monks went to discuss entering Duanyuan. Yun Zheng walked up to Liu Qinghuan, with Liu Qinghuan's familiar and slightly mocking smile on his face: "Oh, you are quite diligent, and you are now at the eighth level of Qi training. ”

Liu Qing welcomed him up, gave him a bear hug, and patted his back heavily: "Yunzheng, long time no see!"

Yun Zheng was stunned, leaning back as if on reflex, shouting in disgust, "Let go! You're out of stock!", but he also patted Liu Qinghuan on the back a few times.

The two walked hand in hand and talked about the scene after parting.

Yun Zheng is now at the peak of the ninth level of Qi training. In the past few years, he had been practicing the "Qianlan Sword Manual" and honing his sword heart. Moreover, his master Chu Zhiqiu said that he was still young and his cultivation would advance too quickly, which would easily lead to his foundation being unstable, so he asked him to use his spiritual power to improve his skills. Refining it all. Therefore, although Yunzheng's cultivation is not progressing quickly, it is already extremely stable, and he will attack the foundation after this trial.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time and had a lot to say. The two of them walked along the abyss and chatted until they were very far away before they stopped.

Standing on the Duan Yuan, Yun Zheng looked down the cliff with a solemn expression: "This place is dangerous, are you fully prepared?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded, thought for a while, then took out the jade slip showing the map of Duanyuan's death place and handed it to Yunzheng.

Yun Zheng looked at it and took out a jade slip and handed it to Liu Qinghuan. The two exchanged information with each other and then returned to Liu Qinghuan's temporary residence to eat and drink.

Early on the next morning, the Shaoyang Sect's Jindan Zhenren stood on a high platform, looked at the qi-training disciples wearing the costumes of each sect and said: "After discussion, this trial will be based on the Yindan that all the disciples of each sect finally obtained. The winner is determined by the quantity and quality... The place of death is dangerous, I hope the disciples of all sects can work together..."

There is a bit of a contradiction in these words. It is necessary to determine the winner and loser, but also how to work together. Although everyone present seemed to be listening attentively, they did not agree in their hearts.

Among the sects here, although the Shaoyang sect and the Wenshi sect have a good relationship, the disciples of the two sects often argue with each other; and the two women's sects, Xingyue Palace and Feiyuelou, are even more at odds due to their past grievances. Mutual hatred; as for other undercurrents, they are also quietly growing.

Perhaps because of this, the entry points for the disciples of each sect were deliberately separated. However, Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng had originally agreed to go into the abyss together, but now that was no longer possible.

After he communicated with Yunzheng in the distance and arranged to meet somewhere on the second floor of the underground palace, he heard Yan Zhengfeng shout: "All disciples of Wenshi's sect, follow me!"

Yan Zhengfeng led his disciples and flew very far up Duanyuan, then stopped and said to everyone: "Okay, you can go down from here. Remember: the underground palace where Duanyuan died is getting deeper and deeper. The more powerful the corpse puppet is, so you don’t need to be eager to win, but you have to act according to your ability.”

After everyone responded, he took out a black array disk and played several spells. The black array fired a beam of light into the abyss, and about three feet below, the originally empty place suddenly appeared with slight ripples, like water droplets falling onto the surface of the water, and a light hole slowly appeared. .

This is probably the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Demon Sealing Formation!

Everyone set up their flying instruments and swarmed towards Duanyuan. Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry, summoned the Flying Leaf Shuttle, and followed the crowd leisurely.

As soon as it sank into the abyss, the light gradually dimmed, and the cold wind became more violent, making a "wuwu" cry, like a ghost crying from the netherworld.