Chapter 952 – The Fastest Person Out of the Illusionary Realm

Chapter 952 – The Fastest Person Out of the Illusion Realm

Time slowly passes, the higher up the pressure increases, at the end of the day it is almost overwhelming, squeezing from all directions, all people are like falling into a quagmire, their true qi is consumed tremendously, their clothes are tattered, and their skin is wrinkled and pale.

“Not entering the Saint realm is ultimately an ant!”

Many people clichédly gritted their teeth and shouted angrily, yet it was this phrase that was most likely to give rise to unyielding thoughts and hope in people’s hearts.

A full three hours later, the pressure above suddenly loosened, and the ancient sage’s true qi resistance was gone.

It was just that the surrounding seemed to have produced inexplicable changes.

Xin Zhuo frowned as he realized that he had entered a dead space, the surroundings were empty except for the huge tree trunks that could only be seen in some arcs, half a person was not there.

“Crunch ……”

Just in his puzzled effort, the tree trunk suddenly opened a door, inside the door is a simple and simple room, a wooden bed, large saffron sheets, red mandarin ducks quilt, there is a desk on the side, on top of a pile of books, language, algebra, English, especially the cover of the English textbook, “junior English for china” letters and next to the two books, “English for China” letters. Especially on the cover of the English textbook are the letters “junior English for china” and the illustration of two smiling girls holding the book ……

Under the desk was a green water bottle with a can of runner beans and a box of cards.

On the opposite side of the square wooden table, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair, a bottle of dacquoise, a plate of peanut rice, humming a little song, the smell of alcohol is overwhelming.

Xin Zhuo’s body shook and his eyes widened violently.

Home!
The home from when he was a teenager.

It had become unfamiliar, yet it was deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.

Just then, a middle-aged woman with short hair and a kind face, entered hurriedly and looked out with a smile when she reached the door.

Xin Zhuo only felt his nose sour, his vision blurred, and his body trembled terribly.

“Did you write your homework today? Mom went to work, come here, show you something good.”

The woman beckoned, her tone was gentle, the smile on her face was so familiar, as if it was embedded in her soul.

Xin Zhuo couldn’t help but walk forward, stretching out his hand: “Mom, I ……”

Seeing that it was about to touch the tips of the woman’s fingers, a strong smell of well water ran into the nostrils.

He was suddenly startled, immediately backed up, looked up and then looked again, in front of him was empty, where is half a shadow?

He couldn’t help but arch his back and gasped for air, a moment of sadness, helplessness, reality and illusion shifting endlessly, making him not know where he was.

This abyss is too scary, it can actually hook the deepest things that you are most attached to in your heart, ignoring the barriers, if there is no hope that the moon well is shaking, protecting the heart pulse of the master of the well, I am afraid that ……

What will happen if it fails?
He looked around, and at this look, his heart trembled slightly.

Only to see more than two thousand people around the trunk, all of them are caught in some kind of illusion, at least three to four hundred people bleeding from seven orifices, struggling, suffering!

Even the bottom few, their breath was weak to the extreme, their quasi-saint cultivation gradually declining.

……

Below, on the thousand palaces of the Trapped Sea, tens of thousands of people looked up into the sky.

The disciples of the Trapped Sky Sea and the martial artists of the various forces all closed their breaths and gazed at the sky, with complex emotions of envy and apprehension on their faces.

“If you are not a saint, you are still a mole cricket” was never an empty phrase, saints were the pursuit of all people, an existence that could be called an ancestor, with a long lifespan, sitting on one side of the town!
There are more than 2,000 saints above, how many of them can become saints on the spot?
Once become a saint, any one of these people, in the future will be a significant, whistling the earth’s big man.

Do you not hear that the thirteen holy signs in the Holy City back then were such a sensation in the world?
In the main hall of the Sky Trap Sea, more than thirty people were seated, the Sky Trap Sea’s old ancestor Chen Wentian, Jiang Jiang Wen of the Jiang Clan, Ye Feiying of the Ye Clan, Zhao Chunqiu of the Zhao Clan, Ji Feng Yu of the Ji Clan, Ying Kui of the Ying Clan, and the Exterminating Colt of the Purple Bauhinia Sacred Ground, and so forth, the most top-tier clans on mountains and hills and experts of the Sacred Cave Heaven.

The group of people similarly looked straight into the high altitude abyss.

Gongsun Li was also at the side, she wanted to ask about her master’s death, whether it was true or false, whether it was that Jiang Wen’s angry words, after all, the calamity of the ten thousand clans was coming, the first medical emperor of this great domain, there was no reason to die.

Unfortunately, a group of great saints, the breath is thick, the pressure is too much, she has no way to ask, so she can only face pale, silently look into the abyss high in the sky, looking for the figure of the senior brother. Jiang Wen is right, the person who enters the saints absolutely does not care how high or low your battle strength is, the saints are noble and flawless, transcendent, must not have the distractions of the earthly world, and it is important to have a divine body bloodline and their own way.

The “way of oneself” is the foundation of sainthood, the way of slaughter, amorousness, the way of the sword, the way of the gun, the way of ruthlessness, and so on and so forth. ……

She and her master, master brothers have not talked to the youngest brother, after all, the way to sainthood, everyone is different, the more brash, overbearing people the more difficult to cultivate, they do not understand the Xin Zhuo way, for fear of saying the wrong thing, leading to the youngest brother’s mind in a trance, wasting time, and misplacing his future.

If senior brother fails to enter the saint this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to advance an inch in this life!

Just at this time, only to hear the Ye Clan Ye Feiying, stroking his beard and sighed lightly: “Saints, to have a perseverance of the heart, to understand the idea of heaven and earth, do not enter the mortal world, no sins, the mind can only understand! This illusion, directly to the depths of the prospective saints, the obsession will be infinitely enlarged!
Any you amazing talent, battle power, can not pass this pass, also want to sink, I hope that the juniors, can ask themselves the heart, go through!”

Ji Clan Great Sage Ji Feng Yu, a youthful looking man, lightly laughed, as if counting his family’s treasures, said: “Ye Miaojin, Jiang Wufei, Zhao Tong’er, True Martial Artist Li Chunyuan, Ying Siren, Zijing Holy Land Qin Hao, Underworld Qingyao, Trapped Sea Si no one, Yu Heng Murong Yunze, Kaiyang Liuyu, all these people, all of these people are juniors with a clear mind, the pride of the sky, I’m afraid of entering the True Sage as if it were a bag of probes.

True Saints aren’t difficult either!”

“Oh? I don’t know how that Xin Zhuo …… “The Purple Bauhinia Holy Land Exterminating Colt Great Sage is a short statured old man, said: “This son’s battle power is unrivaled and his talent is eccentric, so how should he be?”

There were quite a few experts from the Purple Bauhinia Sacred Land who had died at his hands, and there were two Quasi Saints.

Ye Fei Win shook his head and said, “Difficult! This illusion is only afraid that he will be immersed for a long time, this son cultivated for seventy-five years, seventy years of which were on the road of being hunted down and killed, it can be said that his life has been rough and tumble, this kind of person’s mind is the most refuted, how can he break the illusion?”

The crowd subconsciously looked at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen let out a light laugh: “False saint is his creation!”

The crowd had to ignore Xin Zhuo.

Ji Fengyu said: “Let’s see who wakes up first, this person should be the most understanding in mind, this kind of person is very scary!”

Ye Feiying laughed: “It should be one of those brats you mentioned!”

As soon as the words fell, a group of great saints suddenly looked slightly puzzled.

Only to see that the “high altitude abyss” in the first person woke up, only into the illusion of ten breaths only.

“Xin Zhuo……”

“Ten breaths ……”

“This person ……”

A group of great saints could not speak for a long time, why was it the most unlikely person?

That Jiang Wen looked calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next moment, no one cares about Xin Zhuo, only to see that hundreds of the deepest into the illusion of the quasi saints, suddenly screamed miserably, the body exploded, died miserably on the spot, full of blood and flesh flying in the sky, a body of the masterless cultivation has just appeared, and then was absorbed by the trunk of the tree.

The scene is tragic to the extreme!

“What is the meaning of this?”

A group of great saints looked furiously at the “Trapped Sea” Chen Wentian Ancestor, who was seated at the main seat.

The empty sea “holy Lin Yuan rise” to enter the saints, although dangerous, in previous years, but no one died tragically, the least serious injuries fell, into the saints failed. A little stronger, mixed with a pseudo-saint, in the future to cultivate robbery martial arts, is also a way out.

The disaster of the Ten Thousand Races is imminent, so many prospective saints died tragically, is not the world’s woe?
Low-ranking martial artists in all directions also have pale faces, because those saints are all the old ancestors and elders of each family.

Chen Wentian stroked his beard, a hint of helplessness on his face: ”I said it before, didn’t you all hear it? This Sacred Prospect’s Abyss, has changed, I’m afraid it’s the last time, the Paramount Saints who go in, there are only two paths, either to die, or to enter the Sacred Success!”

After a pause, pointing to the high sky: “But …… I can tell you all with certainty, this time these quasi saints juniors once into the saint success, is the strongest saint realm ever, the future of the hope of this domain, are in these people!”

The group of great saints were silent for a moment, their hearts understanding.

That’s right, the last time of the “Saint Prosperity Abyss Rising” was bound to be the harshest, and the Baptism of Paramount Saints would be more thorough, and those who became saints would naturally have the strongest strength!
(End of chapter)



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