"She really revealed it!"

"Wen Yun is afraid that he is crazy about entering the inner door!"

Seeing Wen Yun lifting the yellow paper, the outer disciples burst into laughter, and all the ridicule and mocking were unceremonious.

"I didn't expect that in order to compete with me, you will be a fire-burning disciple."

Ming Yuan looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes and suddenly said something like this.

“…”

Wen Yun turned his head and looked at her silently with an unpredictable expression. He thought that he had never expected that the round face would be such a shameless person.

She began to wonder if she was too heavy to attack at that time, which shocked the other party's brain?

Of course, Wen Yun went to the inner sect trial to be angry with Ming Yuan. He was a person who lived hundreds of years old. How could he have such leisure and leisure to fight with the little girl? She just felt that the magic elements of the inner sect were stronger and more suitable for practicing magic.

And you also have to chop firewood and burn fire at the outer door. There is no difference when you change to the inner door.

The next morning, the inner door trial began.

"There is only one rule. Anyone who can walk up the inner mountain gate from the outer mountain gate before sunset will be considered a trial." Zhou Zhangshi said calmly: "No matter how magic weapons and talismans are, all kinds of methods can be used."

These outer disciples also experienced this level when they entered the school. Those who succeeded naturally had already entered the inner sect. In other words, now the hundreds of them were defeated and they knew the difficulty.

There is only one road above the outer mountain gate, and that is the ten thousand steps long steps.

It is easy for a monk to reach 10,000 stairs, just like Ming Yuan was able to send medicine in before, but it was different during the trial. The mountain gate formation of the Qingliu Sword Sect will be opened by one ten thousandth, and the higher the upwards, the greater the pressure.

One ten thousand sounds small, but this is a top-level formation that can withstand the power of tribulation. It is said to be a masterpiece completed by a genius ancestor hundreds of years ago. It is a huge test for these juniors in the Qi Refining Stage.

Secretary Zhou held the yellow dog and waved his hand: "Your opportunity has come, let's go."

Suddenly, the sound of metal and stone fighting came from the top of Haohao Mountain Gate. The mysterious power between heaven and earth was pulled here, and the long steps that seemed to reach the sky reflected the luxurious light.

The sect formation is opened, climb the mountain and enter the inner gate!

The disciples of the outer sect either pinched talismans or held swords tightly, carrying countless magic weapons and pills on their bodies, and flew to the front one after another.

Wen Yun was still wearing only the blue shirt and white skirt distributed by the outer disciples, his hair was loose, he held the herbal tea from Hujing Shuizhen in his left hand, and held the yellow paper in his right hand, with a leisurely expression. Compared with others, he seemed to be here to relax in spring.

The moment the formation was opened, she felt her body heavier, and the more she walked up, the more she felt like she was trapped in mud and felt very uncomfortable.

When I stepped onto the 100th floor, the pressure suddenly became lighter, and then a biting wind blade hit me. After another hundred steps, it was hot like fire. Every time I went up to the 100th floor, I changed my torture method.

However, Wen Yun still kept her feet slow and maintained her speed. Her body was still not good now. If it weren't for her strong mental power, she would have been unable to hold on forever.

Halfway through the journey, more than half of the disciples had failed one after another and withdrew from the trial.

When Wen Yun raised his foot and stepped up another ladder, he was about to put out a defensive spell, but he found that there was no discomfort on his body.

Yes, there is no discomfort in the body. After taking this step, every step is as ordinary as before.

However, she stopped.

Not only her, but everyone who stepped on this stairs stopped, frowned and looked in pain, or clenched her hands and screamed in surprise, and some even spit out blood and staggered down the mountain after roaring heart-wrenchingly.

They all seemed to have seen extremely scared scenes.

Secretary Zhou raised his head and looked at these outer disciples, touched the yellow dog beside him, and sighed: "The fifth thousand and first floor is the most terrifying thing. I wonder how many talented disciples are here because they are not firm enough in their hearts."

"They will see the most feared illusion deep in their hearts, and every step they take is the most real."

"Wang!" The dog barked and was eager to try.

"Ha, if you are going up, you will definitely see the illusion of being slaughtered into a pot of dog meat!"

"Woo..." The dog whimpered and hid behind him with his tail squatting.

Secretary Zhou saw that several other disciples with good talent were defeated in a mess, and couldn't help but shake his head: "This class of outer disciples is the worst I have ever led... Huh? She actually-"

Wen Yun stayed for a while and continued to move forward, taking every step very steadily.

Other disciples either saw terrible monsters or saw the wronged souls they had killed when they had killed them, but no one knew what she was seeing.

She saw her body, and the miserable death of her previous life appeared in front of her.

In the previous life, she used the body of a mortal to create a forbidden spell that is said to be only God can create. Everything was successful, but when casting it, it seemed that she was angry with God. Her body was inexplicably blown to pieces, and bloody pieces seemed to splash on her.

"So I'm dead so miserably."

The more I go up, the clearer I see. Anyone who has seen his death countless times will be crazy. Wen Yun can still feel so emotional as if he is ridiculed.

Hundreds of years of loneliness are enough to turn the originally soft little girl into a brave man.

Wen Yun looked at the illusions and stepped across her body without dodging and walked forward. She could even feel the pain and fear that came from the depths of her soul, but she still did not take a step back, just staring forward straight ahead and keep moving forward.

At this time, the phantom seemed to know that this was useless to her and suddenly changed.

A sword shining with cold light pierced her body from the abdomen.

The heart-wrenching pain was terrible, and the two stirrings it made her body tremble even more violently.

When she raised her head, she saw the boy in white standing opposite her unable to bear and guilt, and whispered something, and then stabbed the sword deeper.

She looked down again and watched the blood-stained golden elixir being picked out by the tip of the sword, and the blood suddenly poured out, dyeing the white skirt bright red.

At the end, there was only the dazzling redness left in my sight.

This real illusion, as if she had experienced it personally, made her feel like she was being torn apart. Wen Yun took a deep breath, and after staying for a long time, she suddenly felt the corners of her eyes were wet.

She wiped away the tears in the corners of her eyes and said softly: "So you are so miserable too."

He paused: "It's okay, I'll ask for justice."

Then, unswervingly walked upwards.

After climbing another layer of jade steps, Wen Yun finally saw the inner mountain gate that was only more than ten steps away. Looking around, it turned out that there were only a few dozen people left of the thousand outer disciples. At this time, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally. Every time they went up the floor, it seemed like they were carrying a thousand pounds to move around.

Wen Yun had unknowingly walked to the front of the large army, and there were only three or four people in front of her.

At this time, the young man in front walked to the gate of the inner mountain. He showed a relieved smile on his face. He was about to take the last step when the male cultivator in black behind him suddenly threw a sharp sword at his feet.

The attack behind this was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the young man fell down at the gate of the mountain with a soft leg.

"Sorry, Junior Brother Chen, you and I compete for the five inner disciples of the first peak. However, four of them had already taken the lead before, but I can't give you the last one."

Shen Xinghai was desperate: "Fan, you are despicable!"

"Zhou Zhengshi said that all kinds of methods are available." Fan Sect asked indifferently and smiled proudly at the head of the upper body: "Dear brothers in the inner sect, do I have any reason?"

This scene fell into the eyes of the inner disciples who came to pick him up. They couldn't help but frown, but they couldn't say anything. They could only watch him slowly walk over Shen Xinghai and walk towards the inner door.

At this moment, a shabby black pottery kettle hit his ankle accurately, and the light yellow herbal tea flowed out of the kettle, wetting the corner of Fan Pai's kneeling on the ground.

It looks like I'm scared.

In this short interval, Shen Xinghai had already gritted his teeth and climbed through the last level.

After the ups and downs of joy, he didn't even bother to get up, and just looked back at the figure who was strolling in the garden.

A strand of black hair was loosened by the wind, but she was too lazy to raise her hand and let it float away on her cheeks as white as snow, passing by her clear and cold eyes that did not look at others.

It is clearly not decorated at all, but this scene is as freehand as if the banished immortal is reborn.

It's Wen Yun.

Shen Xinghai used to be a foreigner who only cared about practicing. Although he had never played with Wen Yun like some people, he had no friendship. This was the first time he had seen her so close.

Then he was surprised to find that the luxurious and dazzling inner sisters became dull beside the girl.

Fan Sect at the stairs roared: "Wen Yun, why did you insinate me!"

Shen Xinghai was about to argue for her, but heard the girl answer without hesitation-

"Because I'm despicable."

The boy couldn't help laughing. He looked at Wen Yun with bright eyes and was about to thank her, but found that the senior brothers and sisters who came to pick her up had already taken the lead.

After everyone bowed and bowed, they even said in unison: "I wonder which peak Junior Sister Wen chose?"

This scene was particularly greasy when Ming Yuan, who came up first, had a special eye. She had walked through an inner door trial before, and the elders of the family gave him a strange treasure to protect him. In addition, her illusion was not difficult, so she passed the trial first.

As a result, the senior brothers were plain to her, but they were particularly eager to Wen Yun?

Ming Yuan couldn't help but sneer: "Senior Brother, Wen Yun has no choice. Look at her? "

When everyone heard this, they subconsciously searched, but found that she really had no spiritual power on her body.

"This..." An inner disciple was shocked. He felt a pity and was surprised that she had no cultivation and climbed up: "It takes the mid-stage Qi Refining to participate in the trial."

Wen Yun showed the yellow paper that he had been holding in his hand, and his voice was gentle: "Do you dare to ask if the senior brother of Di Shifeng is here?"

Several young inner disciples looked at each other and all saw and wondered in each other's eyes.

"The Tenth Peak? We haven't heard of the Tenth Peak. Is there a Tenth Peak in the Inner Gate?"

"No, I have been in the inner sect for three years, and I have only heard of Jiufeng."

Hearing this, Ming Yuan burst into laughter: "It turns out that even this fire-burning disciple is fake!"

Shen Xinghai glared at her: "Shut up!"

Several inner disciples were all kind-hearted, otherwise they would not have been sent to pick up newcomers. In addition, they had a good impression of Wen Yun because he had just taken action, so they did not mock her now.

"Junior Sister Wen, don't worry. We have only entered the inner door in recent years. Maybe we don't know."

Just then, the disciple from the first peak saw his senior brother passing by not far away, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, please stay, I have something to ask for."

After the senior brother came over, his face, which was originally smiling gently, suddenly became cold after hearing the three words "The Tenth Peak". He looked at Wen Yun and replied stiffly: "No, I don't have the Tenth Peak in Qingliu Sword Sect!"

Wen Yun was a little surprised.

Is it really someone who is playing a prank? But it shouldn't be that the origin of this paper is extraordinary.

At this moment, a blue bamboo-colored sword flew out from the depths of the clouds. The sword was stepped on by one person, and the white shirt embroidered with three green bamboos moved freely from the wind. The clear and clear male voice came from afar.
Chapter completed!