He remembered that he secretly hugged the unconscious Yan Xiaoyi.
He remembered that he kissed Yan Xiaoyi forcefully.
He remembered that Yan Xiaoyi deliberately avoided him, unwilling to see him again.
He remembered that Yan Xiaoyi said... hated him.
This "Yan Xiaoyi" was not Yan Xiaoyi at all.
Everything here is an illusion!
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"Jin Zi, Jin Zi..." Ye Qingluo looked at Qiao Jin with sweaty hair and trembling eyelids. He must have passed the third level.
When she called softly, Qiao Jin suddenly opened his eyes.
In the pupils of the pupils, there was horror and shock.
Panting heavily, he sat down heavily on the ground.
"Qiao Jin, what did you meet in the illusion, why is your face so ugly?" Limao squatted on the ground, looking at him curiously.
Qiao Jin stared at Limao, still panting heavily.
It took a long time for the eyes to focus.
"I... I didn't meet anything." He looked away and shook his head.
Ye Qingluo stared at him meaningfully for a long while, somewhat understanding something in his heart.
Greed, hatred and ignorance.
These three hurdles, the previous two hurdles, are determined, and it is actually very easy to pass.
But the third pass...
Crazy.
No one can resist this pass.
That is to present human nature, what they want and desire most, in front of them.
In the third round, without any accident, they would sink into it.
What could be the infatuation in Qiao Jin's heart
I'm afraid... It's no different from hers.
At this moment, Long Yunzhan, who was standing beside him, suddenly groaned.
Suddenly opened his blue eyes.
Immediately, like Qiao Jin, he couldn't stand and fell to the ground, his face was pale and he was sweating coldly.
"Ah Zhan." Ye Qingluo immediately stepped forward, supported Long Yunzhan, and was about to take out the scroll to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.
Suddenly, his big palm patted her hand away.
She was taken aback.
This beat, although not very heavy, is still a little painful.
She frowned: "Azhan, what's wrong?"
Long Yunzhan suddenly came back to his senses, his blue eyes wavering, and he directly grabbed the handkerchief from her hand: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't recovered yet, don't worry about me."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead indiscriminately, and turned his back.
Perhaps in the illusion, he encountered something that made him hard to tell.
Ye Qingluo didn't ask any more questions, stood up, and stared at the remaining students of the demon class.
About half an hour passed, and the students in the Demon Class finally passed the Three Views and successfully walked out of the illusion.
Ye Qingluo gave them another incense stick of time to adjust their mood.
Immediately, the ten people passed the other students who were still in the illusion, and walked directly into the gate of hell.
This time, there was no obstruction.
After stepping into the gate of hell, everything in front of me did not immediately transform into another space like when entering the gate of hell.
In front of him was still a dark underground palace.
An infinitely long staircase, spiraling down.
At a glance, you can't see the bottom at all.
And most frightening of all...
In this huge underground palace, there is only this bottomless staircase standing in the air.
There are no fences around, and there is no place to stand except for the steps.
This... what is it!
Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes vigilantly, and said with a serious expression: "It seems that after passing two passes, there is still no way to leave Shangxuan Pagoda."
This strength test...
How many levels are there
Ye Qingluo had a particularly strange feeling.
This is completely unlike a test related to one's own strength.
Instead... it's like testing a person's soul.
Wait... soul