I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world

"It's okay, let's talk about it when we get out."

Chen Yang looked away from Fei Long with a calm expression and turned his head to look at the lines of words carved on the pillars at the door of the alchemy hall.

"The second level is to kill the cowards."

"If you pass this level, you can become an outer disciple of the 'Chaotian Sect'."

The interior of the Alchemy Hall also seems to be shrouded in a barrier, and the ground is spotless. As long as you step into the door of the Alchemy Hall, the second level of the trial will officially begin.

Many people have already entered, but many of them have failed.

It seems that the difficulty has increased a bit since the second level. Unlike the first level, which is a rough illusion, basically everyone can successfully pass it. After all, the illusion does not block your memory. Everyone knows that it is an illusion. , naturally he will not be merciless when he starts his attack.

If it's the kind of illusion that blocks your memory and makes you wonder why you are here, there won't be that many people who can clear the level.

"Let's go."

Chen Xuan looked at the group of people in the alchemy hall who were struggling to walk around in the alchemy hall with ferocious faces and said softly, this alchemy hall is a special place where the gravity has been increased several times. The further you go in, the stronger the gravity becomes, and the harder it becomes to walk. difficult.

As long as you walk to the alchemy furnace in the center of the alchemy hall, you will pass the trial, but if you take a step back, you will fail the trial. At the same time, the gravity on your body will quickly dissipate, and you will be forced to eject from the alchemy hall.

"oh oh."

Feilong nodded and hurriedly followed, but he felt a little panicked. Although what happened in the fantasy world could not be reflected in reality and was all an illusion, he still felt that his legs were a little weak.

Crisp panic.

And at this time——

In the ruins of an abandoned building near the first level, Zhao I was hiding in a corner, observing the outside through the broken holes in the wall, hiding here carefully, trying not to be noticed as much as possible.

It seems that there is no danger in this first level, and basically everyone has passed it.

And the monster didn't suddenly go on a killing spree.

He planned to wait until there was no one around before going to the first level. Although it would not be very rewarding to follow others and pick their brains, it was better to be safe.

It's like in the wild, although poop is not as delicious as red mushrooms, at least poop can be guaranteed to be absolutely non-toxic.

It has been verified by previous people that if it is poisonous, there is no chance to pull it out.

At this moment, a few young monks who had not passed the first level got together and fumbled around the first level, and soon they came to his dilapidated and magnificent hall.

Here, only after passing the first level can you explore the ruined buildings around the second level. Otherwise, there will be a barrier blocking your way. If you fail the first level, you can only explore the ruined buildings near the first level.

Feeling a slight pain, Zhao I looked down.

I saw a monk in the early stage of foundation building, holding a long sword and tentatively poking his toes: "Hey, look, there seems to be an unknown barrier here. You can't see anything, but there is indeed a touch. ”

"But it's not as hard as a barrier, like a semi-abandoned barrier."

"Do you think there is any existence like a small world sealed behind this barrier? I have always heard that the treasures of ancient sects are hidden in small worlds!"

"It makes sense!"

The eyes of these monks lit up, and then they all took out their flying swords and attacked the invisible but tangible barrier in front of them. They had no chance to go to the second level, but they searched around the first level for a long time. , I didn’t find anything, but I didn’t expect to see something that looked like a treasure here!

After counting the interest.

A towering giant huddled in the corner slowly took off his invisibility spell, stood up expressionlessly, looked down at the few ants below, and said expressionlessly: "Nervous, as if sick."

Then he strode out of the hall and walked towards the first level. At this time, there were not many people in the first level. It was his turn to appear.

Fufeng City, inside a teahouse.

The scholar sitting cross-legged on a chair in the corner of the hall was staring down at the cup of tea in his hand in a daze, his ears trembling slightly, and he listened very carefully to the storyteller on the stage telling the story of a certain hero.

"Hey!"

I saw the storyteller knocking on the door and whetting everyone's appetite, then he laughed and said: "The person I just mentioned, many of you must have heard his name!"

"He is the former number one sword cultivator in Great Xia!"

"Sword cultivator in white!"

"The ambition of a young man is naturally infinite and rampant, but he never thought that the last time he would offend someone he shouldn't have offended, that is, this time, the whole of Daxia would never be known as a white man again. This story needs to be told from the beginning, and listen I'll tell you slowly"

"elder brother."

The bearded man on the side looked excited and moved his head to the scholar's side. He shook the scholar's head excitedly to signal him to listen carefully.

My brother had nothing to do these years, so he invited him to the teahouse to listen to stories from storytellers. He knew that his brother actually didn't like hearing these things, but there was only one reason why he came often, and that was because he wanted to hear stories about himself from the storytellers. .

It's a pity that these storytellers only tell stories about people who have become famous recently, and people like to listen to them.

No one talks about the past characters and no one listens to them.

Finally hearing his name from the storyteller's mouth this time, my brother must be very excited now.

The scholar drank all the tea in the cup before shaking off his brother's hand and said impatiently: "When I became famous in the past, there were so many storytellers talking about me. I was tired of hearing them. Don't look like you can't get on the stage. ”

But at this moment——

A middle-aged man in the audience suddenly waved his hands in disgust and said: "Can someone else tell me, can someone who has been dead for many years still be called the number one sword cultivator in Da Xia? If he is really the number one sword cultivator in Da Xia, can he Died so easily?"

"He's just a lucky loser. He didn't just run away like a dog being hunted."

"."

The scholar who was about to refill his tea suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the man not far away who was waving his hands in disgust. He remained expressionless and silent on the spot without speaking.

"elder brother!"

At this time, the bearded man also held down the scholar's right hand and said: "You have just taken Tiandao Baoyu, and the hidden poison in your body has barely gone away. You are still recovering. You must not do this at this time." Take action, once the spiritual energy is disordered, you won’t be able to survive for a few seconds!”

"Um."

The scholar nodded, and the Qingfeng in his sleeves trembled slightly. After a long time, he suddenly exhaled and patted his younger brother on the shoulder, indicating that his younger brother would carry him out and leave. The storyteller on the stage had also been changed due to everyone's disgust. Let’s talk about it individually.

Not someone else.

This is the history of the growth of the number one sword cultivator in Daxia today.

Outside the teahouse.

The sky was the same as the previous few days. Thousands of miles of black clouds spread like a torso, covering the entire sky. There was almost no trace of sunlight. The whole atmosphere seemed depressing and filled with a sense of freedom.

It's dark again.