? "Master, what exactly is there on the fairy mountain? Why is it so difficult to climb?"

The boy in green asked curiously.

The star-pickered for a moment, looked at Lin Yi's difficult back and said, "It is said that climbing the fairy mountain is a test, and every test is different. Sometimes you are asked to draw a painting, sometimes you are asked to write a poem, sometimes it is a series of battles, and sometimes it is an endless illusion..."

"The illusion? Endless? Wouldn't that be very scary?" the little boy smacked his tongue.

"Yes, illusions are not scary. What is scary is endless illusions, a series of illusions. This kind of illusions may not kill people, but they can definitely drive people crazy."

Looking at Lin Yi's back, Zhaixingshou's face suddenly became solemn.

...

After stepping over the stone tablet and passing through a layer of mist, it seemed like passing through a layer of slightly cold water. A majestic ancient city appeared in front of Lin Yi. The streets in the city were well connected, with traffic and crowds.

"Where is this? There is a hint of familiarity."

Looking at the magnificent city towers around, the shops on both sides, and the ancient clothes on the pedestrians beside him, Lin Yi suddenly felt a little sad.

These clothes were sealed in his memory, and they had been so long that he almost forgot them.

This is the daily clothes worn by the people of Yunxiao Kingdom ten thousand years ago.

There is also this street, which is the famous "Xiaoyuan Street" in the capital. This street was renamed "Xiaoyuan Street" because he and Qian Xue met here.

Lin Yi was standing in the middle of the street and in the middle of the intersection, five hundred meters north. There was a restaurant in the east of the road, called Yunxiao Tower, which was the landmark building of Yunxiao Kingdom. Lin Yi and countless friends had a drink and chatting and laughing in that restaurant.

Lin Yi walked forward, walked north along the pavement paved with bluestone, and walked towards Yunxiao Tower.

Around the way, countless people looked at him.

"The prince is here."

"The great talent is here."

"Look, the only son of King Nine Yang, Lin Yi is here."

Wherever Lin Yi passed, he attracted countless attention.

The surrounding streets are vividly remembered, and the familiar shop signs on the streets are still vividly remembered, and the Yunxiao Tower, which is in the wind of the mountains and rivers of the village, is vividly remembered.

But Lin Yi knew that these were gone forever.

Standing under Yunxiao Tower and looking up at the landmark building of Yunxiao Kingdom, Lin Yi said to himself: "Is this the obsession with the tragic death of billions of people in my Yunxiao Kingdom? Don't worry, I have avenged you. The Aowu Empire created by Qin Yang and the Qin Feng Sect have all been uprooted by me. You must avenge your great revenge, so rest in peace."

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, Yunxiao Tower suddenly disappeared, the surrounding streets suddenly disappeared, and the entire Yunxiao City suddenly disappeared.

There was still a layer of mist in front of him. At this moment, he stepped up ten steps. The steps behind him were smooth and bright, and the steps in front were rough and dark, as if they had just been chiseled out, and there were countless gravel remaining on it.

Lin Yi felt that it had been a long time, but he didn't expect that he had only climbed ten steps. The illusion array in this fairy mountain is indeed not simple.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, held his breath and concentrated, and raised his foot to land on the eleventh step.

The pain... came from under your feet.

Then it spread throughout the body.

"Hahahaha...Lin Yi, you are finally dead, I can finally get the [Qiankun Ziyang Art] I have always dreamed of..."

In the hazy, the cruel and arrogant voices of his own eyes came into Lin Yi's ears.

"Yi'er, don't-"

It was the mother's unwilling cry. It made Lin Yi's heart tremble in Lin Yi's ears.

"Lin Yi, don't die, don't die. What's the promised world forever? What's the promised world? Why did you leave me so cruelly and leave alone..."

It was Qian Xueru's crying and sobbing sound, which was heard intermittently into Lin Yi's ears, causing Lin Yi to breathe rapidly, his eyes were wet, and his body was trembling violently.

...

"Master, what's wrong with Lin Yi? He has only climbed more than a dozen steps, so why is he still motionless when he is standing there?"

The boy in green asked in confusion.

Zhaixingshou stroked his short beard, frowned for a moment, and said, "He is too worried. I didn't expect that he had such a heavy heart at such a young age. I really don't know what he had experienced?"

"Master, why can't I climb the steps smoothly if I have a serious mind? Also, do you think Lin Yi is so young? How old is he? The practitioner is really strange and cannot tell the specific age at all."

The old man smiled and said, "The assessment of climbing the fairy mountain is not only an assessment of cultivation, but also an assessment of mind, spiritual consciousness, perception and other aspects. If what I guessed correctly, Lin Yi must have fallen into an illusion and could not extricate himself. The illusion is the original heart of a practitioner taking the postgraduate entrance examination. If the original heart is strong, you can see through all the illusions, just like the nine geniuses in front of you, all of whom are extremely powerful cultivators. But Lin Yi, I don't like him because he is too young."

“How young?”

"Younger than you." said the old man.

"What? You're younger than me? Really fake?" said the young boy in green in surprise.

"I believe that if you are a teacher, you will not read it wrong. If you are a teacher, you have practiced the [Year Rings Technique]. I found that Lin Yi's real age is definitely not more than thirty years old, and he is just around twenty years old."

"What? Master, do you mean Lin Yi is a 20-year-old peak quasi-emperor!!!"

The child was shocked and his body shook wildly, and the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

The old man spread his hands and smiled and said, "That's true, so I said that the monster is simply terrible. A twenty-year-old quasi-emperor is rare in ancient times and difficult to find in the world. This is his advantage, but it is also his disadvantage."

"Master, why do you say that?"

The body finally stopped trembling, and the little boy asked the master curiously.

"Because of the illusion formation in this fairy mountain, each step represents the one year of the cultivator. Older cultivators live longer and experience more things, so they can go far. But Lin Yi is only twenty years old, so what if he experiences more things? It is a miracle that he can climb to the twenty-stop step. How can a twenty-year-old boy compare to those old fairies who have lived for tens of thousands of years?"

The old man talked eroticly.

The young boy in Qing nodded sincerely, and he was convinced by the master's words.

However, he felt a little sorry for Lin Yi.

What are the bad tests when climbing the Fairy Mountain? I just encountered a series of illusion formations. This is Lin Yi’s fate!

...

Lin Yi never believed in fate.

He felt that life is for earning, for gaining, not for believing.

If he believed in life, he would have died ten thousand years ago.

There was a hazy fire in front of him, and he could only hear Qin Yang's gloomy and arrogant laughter, his mother's painful and unwilling cry, and Qian Xue's crying and crying.

"It's all hallucinations! Everything is all hallucinations!"

Swish-

A white light flashed.

The purple sun sword light illuminates the foot of the fairy mountain.

The mist that was hazy in front of Lin Yi disappeared, revealing several rough stone steps.

Lin Yi held the sword in his hand, without stopping, and stepped forward, once again immersed in the mist.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: Nine Heavens Divine Emperor:
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