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"Why can't we survive? If you tell us the fantasy in advance, it's over."

Yao'er was not happy after hearing the explanation, especially since he cried so miserably, and it made him uncomfortable to be treated as a joke.

The old kid didn't dare to offend him at the moment, so he had no choice but to let it go and said patiently: "The power of this illusion is extraordinary. It has been able to stand here for thousands of years. If you don't realize it on your own, it would be useless to inform you in advance. It will affect your judgment inside."

"That's why the elite team of rich men mentioned earlier lost their lives."

The illusion of the ancient warrior itself is a special existence. It is not possible to break free by realizing that it is fake, but it must be a truly strong and strong person to contend.

Over thousands of years, countless people have been buried in it.

After listening to this, Yao'er finally understood the old kid's intention, but he was sitting on the ground with his legs so weak that he couldn't stand up.

"Let me slow down. This time I finally understand why so many people can't cross the ladder. Your ancient martial arts world must be too scary."

He originally thought that the high technology of the mysterious island was scary enough, but he never thought that the ancient martial arts world's direct opposition to science would be even more terrifying.

It feels like I haven’t finished climbing the ladder yet, and my whole body is already feeling bad.

However, the old kid promised that the journey would be smooth. He took a few breaths before tremblingly supporting Wu Heng to move forward.

The two of them were close to each other, and Yao'er immediately felt Wu Heng's arms shaking. He couldn't help but tilt his head and said sympathetically: "You must have seen the person you value most in your heart die. Alas, the designer of this illusion is too thoughtful." It’s sinister.”

"..." Wu Heng didn't reply, but he circled the words "the most important person" in his mind several times. He looked up at the girl walking slowly in front of him, and lowered his eyes in a depressed manner. What to think.

The second half of climbing the ladder relied purely on physical strength, but because the illusion in the front was too much, the two teenagers were obviously exhausted at the end, so when they actually reached the end, it was already past noon.

Everyone looked around and saw that there was a vast and boundless plain above the ladder. Only in the distance could they see a small mountain. The top of the mountain was covered with a little glistening white snow, which was particularly beautiful.

The sky is clear and the wind is particularly fresh.

"I haven't been back for decades, but this place is still full of spiritual energy. It is a holy place where ancient warriors live." Old Guaizi raised his head and took a big breath of air, and sighed with a smile.

Wu Heng also felt that after arriving on the plain, the fatigue all over his body had reduced a lot, and even his internal energy was slowly moving on its own.

"In the past ten years, air pollution has been serious, which has also affected the ancient martial arts world, so the major sects have joined forces to plant spiritual grass on the plains. These are the latest varieties."

"Not only here, the barriers between the sects are also built with spiritual trees."

"Every three years, the sect will open its doors to accept disciples one after another, adding new blood to the ancient martial arts world."

Ye Lan stepped on the green grass on the ground and told the old people who had not been home for decades about the changes in the ancient martial arts world. Every mountain, river, grass and tree seemed to become warm and vivid as she talked about it in a cold tone.

The old kid nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay."

He bent over with a stooped body and touched the seemingly ordinary grass on the ground with great care, tears welling up in his eyes.

This is his hometown. Seeing the prosperous scene now, it seems that this journey no longer feels difficult.

After a short rest, the old man regained his composure and finally plucked up the courage, "Let's go, I'll take you to Beidou Sect. I'm familiar with this road."

Hearing this, Ye Lan raised her lips slightly and pretended that she didn't know the way. She just followed him and walked slowly forward with the two teenagers.

Yao'er looked at the hill with only a small black dot in the distance and asked Ye Lan next to him, "It's very far from here to your respective sects. There is no transportation car. It's hard to walk there with two legs." It will take a long time.”

He had just climbed the ladder for a long time, and now his legs felt weak when he saw the flat ground.

As a result, Ye Lan threw the words over without looking back, "That's because you are too slow, we are all waiting for you."

Yao'er: "..."

He looked at his legs and didn't feel there was any difference between them and others.

At least no matter how short he is, he is still taller than Ye Lan.

The old kid in front turned around and saw that he was stupid, so he said angrily and funny: "What Ye Xiaoyou said is that you can't use your inner energy to release it, so you can't walk fast. A plain like this is also for the disciples to practice and become proficient." Master the technique of controlling internal energy and external energy, otherwise you can ask Brother Wu to show you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Heng walked to the front silently. Then with a lucky move, he took a step forward and reached a place ten meters away in an instant as if he was bouncing in the air.

"I'll go, this will work." Yao'er was dumbfounded and deeply doubted whether gravity didn't work here, but after trying it himself, he realized that he was indeed too stupid.

So he, who had never been active in cultivation, now actively pestered the old kid to teach him the technique of releasing internal energy and external energy.

The group of people learned as they walked, and after about ten minutes he finally took off successfully, jumping up and down on the plain like a monkey with joy.

At this time, the others speeded up and started on their way.

Ten minutes later, a group of four people arrived at the foot of a mountain. Looking up, they could see a simple temple hidden in the mountains and forests. It was surrounded by green bricks and white tiles, giving it an antique and tranquil feel.

"Sure enough, after so many years, the sect is still the same, without any change." The old kid looked at it for a long time and let out a sigh. Everyone thought he was expressing his longing, but they didn't expect that the other party changed the topic. Sighing: "You are really so poor that you can't even replace a brick or a tile."

Thinking that the imperial capital is already full of high-rise buildings, but my sect still seems to be living in ancient times, I suddenly feel bitter tears.

"..." Ye Lan didn't understand the other party's brain circuit very well, so Quan Dang ignored the old man's advice to the young man not to eat too much in the future, and took the lead to step onto the territory of the Beidou Sect.

As soon as I entered, before I even stepped onto the stone steps, there was a whooshing sound from all directions.

Ye Lan paused.

A few seconds later, a few centimeters from the toes were filled with swords.

Yao'er was so shocked that he didn't even bother to speak. He rubbed his eyes and looked over and over again, uncertainly saying: "This must be an illusion, right?"

Otherwise, why would so many swords fly out for no reason? There are dozens of them.

Wu Heng on one side took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to block the girl behind him, and tried to pull out the sword on the ground, but found that his strength could not move it at all.

"Your skill is not enough." Seeing him trying one by one, Ye Lan interrupted him lightly. He immediately stepped out and waved out with one hand. The originally indestructible weapons all rose up from the ground and flew upside down. Fell on the stone steps.

"Ah, my sword!"

"Damn it, I just typed that last month."

"It's spent, it must be scratched."

……

At the same time, dozens of young men in green robes emerged from the grass and treetops, including several women. One by one, they hurriedly picked up the swords on the ground, looking back and forth like treasures, for fear of damaging them. .