Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

At the eighth level, Qi Fengming and several others were extremely weak due to poisoning.

Although they used their vitality to force out the poison after sitting on the ground for a while, they did not recover so quickly and only retained 20-30% of their usual strength.

"It seems that I can only rely on Brother Mo in the back!"

All the way to this place, the hearts of several geniuses were completely dispelled, no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't compete for Mo Que, and it was only thanks to Mo Que that they were able to get here.

After losing the will to win, several young geniuses, who are also young geniuses, have a sense of mutual sympathy, and because everyone is not as good as Mo Que, it is inevitable that they feel pity for each other.

A few people were still weak, and Mo Que took them through the eighth level and successfully reached the ninth level.

"What time is it now?"

In the dark, among the several examiners who followed along, the white-haired old man suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

"Just arrived at Youshi." The examiner with the big sword seemed to understand something, and his face was solemn.

"You Shi?" The only woman exclaimed: "The assessment started at Shen Shi, and it's only been an hour since now!"

an hour!

In the history of Daoyi Palace, the fastest record for passing the Ninth Stage is one day and one night, that is, twelve stars.

This record has been kept in Daoyi Palace for three hundred years, and no one has been able to break it so far!

Now, someone has reached the ninth level in just one hour!

"If..." The white-haired old man's scalp was numb, and he said, "If he can really pass through the nine levels in an hour, those old monsters in the palace will definitely be disturbed and take him away at any cost!"

The expressions of the other examiners changed.

Such a perverted evildoer has passed through nine levels in front of them. How can they be reconciled if they are taken away by others?

"The ninth level is the most difficult level among the eight levels. I don't know how many geniuses in the world were trapped in this level."

The man with the sword on his back said, "Although this kid's body is perverted, he can't pass the final stage with strength, and maybe he will be trapped in it for days and nights, or even longer. "

The other people heard the words and fell silent at the same time. ..

Such a thing was not uncommon in the past. I don't know how many powerful geniuses, who were able to pass easily with their powerful strength in front of them, but in the end they were trapped in the ninth level for a long time.

At this point, several people secretly hoped that Mo Que would be able to sleep a little longer in the ninth level.

As long as he can't break the customs clearance record, he won't disturb the old monsters in the palace, so they can hope to win Mo Que.

"The last level!"

At this point, Mo Que and others had reached the ninth level.

Qi Fengming was both excited and nervous. What was exciting was that as long as he passed this level, he could pass the assessment and become a disciple of the First Palace of Dao.

He was nervous about the first eight levels. He was able to pass almost all of them relying on Mo Que. He was really clueless about this last level.

"Is it too quiet here?" Huang Feng looked around, but saw that everything was as usual here. Compared with the difficulties of the first eight levels, this level seemed too quiet.

"There's a mirror there!" Zhuang Wumeng said, and then stepped forward.

Mo Que et al.

In the ninth level, there is nothing but a mirror, placed before the exit of this level.

Zhuang Wumeng stepped forward and back, glanced at the mirror, and then just like a stone, he stayed in place, motionless. "What's wrong with you?" Huang Feng realized that something was wrong, and saw Zhuang Wumeng staring blankly at the mirror in front of him. His face was sometimes sad, sometimes excited, and there were many emotions all at once.

"What did you see?" Qi Fengming stepped forward curiously, bypassed Zhuang Wumeng, and looked in the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, he also froze in place, his eyes seemed to be unable to move away from the mirror, crying and laughing like crazy.

"I understand!" Huang Feng went around behind the mirror and suddenly said, "This test is for Dao heart."

Mo Que went around behind the mirror, and saw three words written behind the mirror: Observation mirror.

"Cultivation people, the first Dao heart, they must have seen in the mirror the things hidden in their hearts, perhaps the things they usually don't want to face." Huang Feng said with a solemn expression.

Life is full of emotions and six desires. No matter how strong a person is, there must be a weakness in their heart.

Therefore, the test of this level is probably more difficult than the previous eight levels combined, and you must face your own vulnerability.

You know, there are many people in the world who become crazy because they can't accept some things.

Therefore, it is extremely dangerous and terrifying to face the vulnerability that you cannot accept.

"Watch your mind, maybe you can only know who you are by watching your own mind!" After Chu Weiyu finished speaking, he also stepped forward and looked at the mirror.

Like the previous two, she was fixed there, unable to move her eyes away.

"It seems that we can only rely on ourselves for this level." Huang Feng looked at Mo Que and said, "Brother Mo, if you wake up first, just go by yourself, you don't have to wait for us."

He smiled and said, "We almost rely on you to pass the first eight levels, but this one, at least let us pass by ourselves."

As he said that, he also walked to the mirror, looked into the mirror, and settled in place.

"Only by looking at one's own heart can one know who one is?" Mo Que recited this sentence silently. If this mirror can really make people see his own heart, maybe he can see some things that have been forgotten and remember something.

Immediately, he also walked to the mirror and looked into it.

The mind-viewing mirror looks at the human heart, so everyone looks into the mirror and sees different things.

When Mo Que looked at the mirror, what he saw was a blurred figure.

It seemed to be an old man with white hair, whose face could not be seen clearly, but he was smiling at him.

"In my life, I have flaws and no regrets." The old man smiled and waved to him, then gradually faded away, slowly blurring.

Then, a woman appeared with an equally blurred face.

Her voice was very gentle, and she said, "Quie'er, don't be afraid, even if you travel all over the world, your mother will definitely find the elixir that can heal your injury."

Mo Que doesn't know who she is, but he has an inexplicable sadness. He wants to call out and reach out to touch the woman, but he can't make a sound, and he can't touch the woman, so he can only look at her far away. to disappear.

The picture changed again, and he saw a young woman standing in front of a boulder.

Seeing him as well, the young woman turned her head and burst into tears, saying, "I said, no matter if it's nine years, ninety years, or even nine thousand years, I'll wait for you to come back! I'm still waiting. You, but why didn't you come back?"

Mo Que felt an unspeakable pain in his heart. He only felt that this woman was very familiar, but he couldn't even remember her name.

The picture in the mirror changed again, and he saw himself.

Before a nine-story building, he was trapped in eighty-one small spaces, fighting several powerful opponents.

Several scenes flashed hurriedly, and in the last scene, he was forced to shed blood and shed the last drop of blood to death.

"I'm dead, why am I still alive?"

All the images in the mirror disappeared, and Mo Que returned to reality, only to realize that he had burst into tears without realizing it.