The female supporting role who passed through time was poisoned again

Chapter 18
Zihua guessed that those monsters knew that this trial was so difficult and dangerous, but still so many people signed up to participate must be related to the greenery in front of them and the bright sunshine above their heads.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the green grass on the ground. After making some plans in her mind, she passed through the monsters that were still standing there and moved forward into the distance.

"Junior Sister, you should be used to seeing such a beautiful scenery in the human world!"

Jing Rong followed up at some point.

Zihua nodded, but didn't intend to answer his words, but looked around.

Everywhere you look, there are forests. It is worth noting that every place here is like a copy and paste, the distance between the trees is the same, and even the growth direction of the branches and the place where they grow are exactly the same.

Zihua intuited that this was a dense forest that they could not get out of, and this would be the place for their first trial.

But isn't the theme of the first trial a demon?Why from the beginning to the present, she didn't feel like she was under the illusion at all.

She turned her head to look at Jing Rong beside her, only to see that his expression was as usual, and there was no sign of illusion.

She looked back at the monsters behind her. At this moment, they seemed to have gotten used to this beautiful scenery, and they were looking around for something.

Everything is behaving perfectly normal, but...

Zihuadai frowned, still denying this conclusion in her heart.

No, there must be something wrong here, but she hasn't noticed it yet.

They come, the security.

She shook her head, sat on the floor, calmed herself down, closed her eyes and circulated the breath in her body.

Although her force value can surpass that of the entire Heixuanmen, but in terms of magic power, she is far inferior to everyone in the first-class department.

Except for her, everyone in the first-class department has practiced the "Magic Order" to the eighth floor, but she has been stuck on the seventh floor and can't go up.Her training time is not less than others, on the contrary it is twice as long as others.

She hadn't broken through to the eighth floor for so long, and she guessed it might be related to the immortal energy in her body.

The breath in her body was getting stronger and stronger, just when Zihua was trying to break through the door on the eighth floor, her face became hot, and a big gentle hand stroked her cheek, the thin callus on the palm of the hand rubbed against the tender skin, bringing An itch comes.

She opened her closed eyes suspiciously, and the eldest brother Jing Rong was squatting in front of her.

He had a pair of eyes that looked very much like a mortal's, with purple pupils staring at her dreamily.

Staring at her made her feel hairy, making her intuit that she was an animal that was watched by people in the zoo.

Did he have some kind of illusion?
"Junior Sister, your face is really pretty, and your skin is very delicate."

Dai Mei frowned slightly, where did she seem to have heard this sentence?

"Junior sister, can you give this piece of human skin to me as a gift?"

Hearing this, Zihua finally remembered that what Jingrong is doing now is what she dreamed of in the dream she had last night.

She stood up abruptly from the ground, vigilantly clenched the black sword in her hand.

It turned out that she did not know when she had entered the illusion, when?Whether it was when this fake Jingrong followed her, or since she first stepped into the secret realm, everything she saw was an illusion.

She stared sharply at the fake Jing Rong in front of her, and the greedy color in his eyes gradually became stronger.

Different from the illusion that she first entered into the Black Mystery Gate, the illusion she is experiencing now is very natural. If it is not the same as her dream, she will be deceived, thinking that the trial has not yet begun.

And not only was she hit without warning, but the person in this illusion could also do various actions, touch her, and all the senses could be truly experienced by a person who was hit by the trick.

True or false, what you see with your own eyes or feel with your own eyes is not real.

So here comes the problem, before she entered the Black Xuanmen, she was able to enter the first-class department by ignoring the harassment of illusions and walking out of the thick fog accurately.

What about the illusion now?
How can she crack it?

Execute the fake Jing Rong in front of him, or just ignore him and just look for the way out of this forest?
She looked at the fake Jingrong vigilantly, desperately thinking about the way to break the illusion, when suddenly a few silver needles flew towards her without warning.

Zihua reacted quickly and dodged sideways, but in order to avoid other silver needles, she still inevitably brushed past one of the flying needles.

There was a small cut on the left cheek, and one or two drops of blood oozed out of it.

"Junior Sister, please don't move around, it won't look good if you break the human skin, Senior Brother has already tried to use needles as weapons."

False Jingrong's face was full of nervousness, but his movements were very calm.He took out a few silver needles from his collar, and the silver-white roots shone silvery in the shade of the tree.

It seems that the most urgent task is to get rid of this fake Jingrong first.

Zihua held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled the sword out of the scabbard. The two-foot-one-inch long sword shone indifferently to the person in front of him.

False Jingrong was not too polite, and brought a bunch of silver needles from somewhere.

The silver-white needles fell on the sword like drizzle, and the needle and the sword shone with strange brilliance under the mottled sunlight. After the brilliance passed, the silver needles plunged into the loess as if they had completed their mission.

Zihua aimed at the moment when Jingrong took the needle, instead of blocking the needle with his sword, he threw the sword straight at him, and then turned sideways to dodge the rest of the needle forest.

Fake Jingrong was momentarily confused between the two options of taking the needle or hiding the sword. He hesitated for a moment. As he stood there thinking about this moment, the sword with a cold light thrust into his throat mercilessly.

The black sword hilt was ruthlessly thrown on the ground as soon as it was stained with blood, and the fake Jingrong disappeared, leaving nothing but nothingness, and the sky darkened.

Seemingly having passed the test, the illusion began to give her two choices.

Right in front of Zihua is a brighter and greener scene, and behind it is a darker, almost blurred scene.

After some consideration, she tugged on the cloth bag on her body, picked up the black sword from where it was, and turned around to walk into the darkness before a drop of blood on the sword disappeared.

Is that how it all ends? Nope.

After walking forward for about half an hour, she saw Tian Rui, Ming Yexing and Tao Tian, ​​who were simply a trio of enemies.

It's just that this illusion didn't want her to have any contact with the three of them. They were all doing their own things alone, and she watched like a bystander.

Watching the woman in red being tied to a stake, and watching her being whipped again and again by Ming Yexing.

Tears filled her eyes, soaking that peerless face.

Heh, Zihua couldn't help snorting in her heart, this illusion really pokes deep into people's pain.

Isn't the picture unfolding in front of her now what happened in her last two days in this world?
It's just that although the illusion cleverly created her most painful memory point, she did not experience any substantial pain in this memory when she re-entered this world.

There is only resentment, and she is very clear that this is just a picture, and the person she resents is in the underworld, not here.

So until the end of the picture, Zihua's eyes are still calm, looking expressionlessly at himself being burned by resentment in the picture, and slowly dissipating.

(End of this chapter)