Chapter: 6611
"They are not human!" Zhuo Wen shook his head and said.
Shan Lingyun was startled, only to find that in the hall, these monks turned a blind eye to their intrusion, and simply treated them as air.
"Illusion?" Shan Lingyun whispered.
Zhuo Wen nodded, his eyes passed over these false figures in the illusion, and landed in the deepest part of the hall.
There, stands a tall sculpture tens of feet tall.
The prototype of the sculpture is a graceful, charming and charming woman, with a light veil on her face, her delicate face looming, and her bare feet stepping on the auspicious clouds, floating in the air.
Under this glamorous sculpture of a woman is a rosette.
There are seven petals around the rosette, and each petal has a different color, forming a colorful rosette.
When Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the rosette, the Seven Emotions Monument in the Great World suddenly trembled violently and made a strange sound.
Then, Zhuo Wen was surprised to find that the Monument of Seven Emotions actually broke through the barrier of the big world, flashed out, and flew straight to the rosette.
When the Seven Emotions Monument fell on the lotus seat, a line of red flame characters appeared on the surface of the Seven Emotions Monument.
"For those who are destined, congratulations on obtaining the Monument of Seven Emotions in this seat, you are qualified to obtain the inheritance of the other half of this seat! Now, you are sitting on the lotus throne, and then you will go through the checkpoints I set for you! If you pass it successfully, you will be able to obtain the other half of this seat's inheritance!"
After Zhuo Wen silently read a line of Chiyan characters on the Seven Emotions Monument, he was silent for a moment, then walked towards the lotus seat deep in the hall.
Thumb up!
The crisp footsteps resounded leisurely in the hall.
Originally, the noisy voices of the many phantoms in the hall stopped, and then the phantoms of many monks gathered in the hall stopped, and then looked towards Zhuo Wen strangely, with a strange smile on the corner of their mouths.
"What's going on? Why does this illusion feel so real, these people seem to be real, as if they found us!"
Shan Lingyun followed behind Zhuo Wen, felt the strange eyes around her, and shivered involuntarily.
However, she didn't care, because the hall was just an illusion, she didn't need to worry at all.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, in the hall, a male cultivator pulled out a divine sword, charged at Zhuo Wen, and beheaded him.
The cold sword light, like a bright moon, bloomed above the hall, and then fell fiercely.
A chill flashed in Zhuo Wen's eyes, he reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the divine sword in his hand, the surging divine power surged out of his body, and the divine sword he held in his hand broke if he couldn't bear it.
"die!"
Zhuo Wen lightly uttered the word "death", clenched five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and slammed the male cultivator's chest and abdomen fiercely, and the divine power poured into the male cultivator's body like a torrent, bursting out suddenly.
Nanxiu was knocked into the air, and before he landed, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire hall, which seemed a bit poignant.
"Teacher, what's going on here? Didn't you say this is an illusion? Why does this illusion still attack us, and the smell of blood is so real?"
Shan Lingyun was taken aback, what happened just now was too sudden and real, she is still a little confused up to now.
"These are indeed illusions, but the Holy Lord of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires has reached the level of illusion in the creation of illusions, so although these are illusions, they are also the truth!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He also just discovered that the phantom just now had indeed reached the point of being fake, if he was hit head-on by it, he would be really injured or even die.
When the male cultivator exploded into a cloud of blood mist, the atmosphere in the entire hall froze.
Many monks around the hall looked at Zhuo Wen coldly, all of them murderous.
"Master, you enter the big world first!"
After Zhuowen finished speaking, he waved his sleeve robe and brought Shan Lingyun into the big world.
At the same time, in the main hall, there were many monks who were talking and laughing, all of them turned into Shuras and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.
Whoosh whoosh!
The entire hall was filled with the sound of the cultivators using their body skills, and the clanging of swords unsheathed.
"I thought that the test of the Lord of Seven Emotions and Six Desires would start from sitting on the lotus seat, but now it seems that I thought it was too simple!" JrNovels.com
Shan Lingyun was startled, only to find that in the hall, these monks turned a blind eye to their intrusion, and simply treated them as air.
"Illusion?" Shan Lingyun whispered.
Zhuo Wen nodded, his eyes passed over these false figures in the illusion, and landed in the deepest part of the hall.
There, stands a tall sculpture tens of feet tall.
The prototype of the sculpture is a graceful, charming and charming woman, with a light veil on her face, her delicate face looming, and her bare feet stepping on the auspicious clouds, floating in the air.
Under this glamorous sculpture of a woman is a rosette.
There are seven petals around the rosette, and each petal has a different color, forming a colorful rosette.
When Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the rosette, the Seven Emotions Monument in the Great World suddenly trembled violently and made a strange sound.
Then, Zhuo Wen was surprised to find that the Monument of Seven Emotions actually broke through the barrier of the big world, flashed out, and flew straight to the rosette.
When the Seven Emotions Monument fell on the lotus seat, a line of red flame characters appeared on the surface of the Seven Emotions Monument.
"For those who are destined, congratulations on obtaining the Monument of Seven Emotions in this seat, you are qualified to obtain the inheritance of the other half of this seat! Now, you are sitting on the lotus throne, and then you will go through the checkpoints I set for you! If you pass it successfully, you will be able to obtain the other half of this seat's inheritance!"
After Zhuo Wen silently read a line of Chiyan characters on the Seven Emotions Monument, he was silent for a moment, then walked towards the lotus seat deep in the hall.
Thumb up!
The crisp footsteps resounded leisurely in the hall.
Originally, the noisy voices of the many phantoms in the hall stopped, and then the phantoms of many monks gathered in the hall stopped, and then looked towards Zhuo Wen strangely, with a strange smile on the corner of their mouths.
"What's going on? Why does this illusion feel so real, these people seem to be real, as if they found us!"
Shan Lingyun followed behind Zhuo Wen, felt the strange eyes around her, and shivered involuntarily.
However, she didn't care, because the hall was just an illusion, she didn't need to worry at all.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, in the hall, a male cultivator pulled out a divine sword, charged at Zhuo Wen, and beheaded him.
The cold sword light, like a bright moon, bloomed above the hall, and then fell fiercely.
A chill flashed in Zhuo Wen's eyes, he reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the divine sword in his hand, the surging divine power surged out of his body, and the divine sword he held in his hand broke if he couldn't bear it.
"die!"
Zhuo Wen lightly uttered the word "death", clenched five fingers of his right hand into a fist, and slammed the male cultivator's chest and abdomen fiercely, and the divine power poured into the male cultivator's body like a torrent, bursting out suddenly.
Nanxiu was knocked into the air, and before he landed, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire hall, which seemed a bit poignant.
"Teacher, what's going on here? Didn't you say this is an illusion? Why does this illusion still attack us, and the smell of blood is so real?"
Shan Lingyun was taken aback, what happened just now was too sudden and real, she is still a little confused up to now.
"These are indeed illusions, but the Holy Lord of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires has reached the level of illusion in the creation of illusions, so although these are illusions, they are also the truth!"
Zhuo Wen took a deep breath, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
He also just discovered that the phantom just now had indeed reached the point of being fake, if he was hit head-on by it, he would be really injured or even die.
When the male cultivator exploded into a cloud of blood mist, the atmosphere in the entire hall froze.
Many monks around the hall looked at Zhuo Wen coldly, all of them murderous.
"Master, you enter the big world first!"
After Zhuowen finished speaking, he waved his sleeve robe and brought Shan Lingyun into the big world.
At the same time, in the main hall, there were many monks who were talking and laughing, all of them turned into Shuras and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.
Whoosh whoosh!
The entire hall was filled with the sound of the cultivators using their body skills, and the clanging of swords unsheathed.
"I thought that the test of the Lord of Seven Emotions and Six Desires would start from sitting on the lotus seat, but now it seems that I thought it was too simple!" JrNovels.com
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