Time in cultivation is always speeding back, the day recedes, and the night approaches. After half a day of familiarity and reluctance, Mu Chen was able to shuttle through the three hundred layers of spiritual level without pause.

"Over!"

With a soft drink, the spiritual condensation Xuanyu fan was like a meteor cutting through the sky in the dark night, turning into a white light that penetrated the three hundredth layer of spiritual mesh with a bang.

"Five seconds, hey... Not bad. ”

As soon as his consciousness moved, his fingertips raised slightly, and the spiritual condensation Xuanyu fan that flew out suddenly returned to Mu Chen. For a whole afternoon, Mu Chen kept shuttling back and forth in the introductory chapter, and in fact, after the first failure, he broke through the introductory chapter in one fell swoop, only in order to be able to better face the cultivation of Xiaocheng, he decided to continue to consolidate the foundation, and improve his breakthrough speed and adaptability over and over again. Even in order to increase the difficulty, he continued to improve the complexity of himself, or shuttled back and forth, or collided with the fish leaping in the three hundred nets, in short, when he controlled all the improvements he could try, this was finally over.

The exercises converged, and Mu Chen's radiant eyes gradually dimmed, although this was only an introductory chapter, but cultivating for most of the day without the slightest interruption was enough to make him tired, not to mention that his spiritual power had only recovered about sixty percent.

After spying on his own situation, Mu Chen still decided to temporarily meditate and recover for a while, in this state, he had no confidence at all to challenge the small chapter that had nine hundred daos that would change speed, frequency, and direction every ten of them.

"It's a lot of work. ”

Mu Chen once again separated his spirit, turning into a spiritual condensation that was completely one with him and hovering in the center of the sea of souls, and gradually entered a meditative state.

Feeling the stability of meditation, Mu Chen's other distraction finally made time to study the book that Xiao Yao'er gave him, Qianmian.

Of course, in order to be able to browse in the sea of souls, he also deliberately transferred this book full of illusions into the Extreme Spirit Bead, because when the consciousness is attached to the body, it needs to be fully dedicated, otherwise there will be a situation where the body cannot be controlled, which is also the biggest limitation of Senluo.

Without thinking about it anymore, Mu Chen shook distractedly, and suddenly disappeared into the Extreme Spirit Bead, and his visions alternated, and a vast and quiet grassland and the sound of gurgling water entered his sight.

Through the sleep of the old ghost, the control of the Extreme Spirit Bead was completely handed over to Mu Chen, and with a turn of mind, a book covered by fantasy streamers appeared in front of Mu Chen, stretched out his hand to take it, and Mu Chen looked at the cover of the book again.

The ambiguity is still the same, according to Xiao Yao'er, this book is just written by a thousand illusions, and because of the exercises she has practiced, she knows that everything she has is covered with the level of illusion, however, there is a pair of eyes in this world that can see through all illusions, and its name...

"Ice Pole Demon Pupil, open!"

"Whoosh!"

With the rotation of Mu Chen's magic pupils, layers of mist retreated from the books, but I don't know if it was deliberately difficult, these illusions were like onions, peeling off layer after layer, until his eyes reached the extreme, this layer of fog finally completely dispersed, and the familiar word 'thousand faces' appeared in his sight again, he didn't look carefully at the book tower at the beginning, but now he looks at it, this handwriting is extremely beautiful.

It does not have the nobility of the royal power and aristocracy, nor the domineering of the children of the family, what it has is just as delicate as everyone's ladies, and a sense of beauty that just makes people look elegant and light.

"Everyone...?"

With such a thought, Mu Chen finally turned the first page of the book, and as soon as he saw it, it was the same as the one on the cover, and the layers of thick fog firmly covered the pages, and Mu Chen, in desperation, had to once again open the pupil technique that had been slightly slackened to the extreme.

However, when he looked at the entire page, he found that although all the illusions on the page had faded, he could not read any of the handwriting that seemed to be only a few lines, and it was all blurry overlapping.

At first, Mu Chen thought it was his own problem, or maybe his Ice Pole Demon Pupil was not working to the extreme. But when he took a break and turned the Ice Pole Demon Pupil to the extreme again, this happened again, almost making Mu Chen wonder if there was something wrong with his pupil technique!

"How so?"

Looking at the pages of the book in a daze, Mu Chen turned the second page in disbelief, but the text on the second page was still the same, the number of words was not much, but every word seemed to be covered with a film, you could obviously see your own juanxiu, size, but you couldn't see what the word was.

"Strange..."

This special phenomenon immediately triggered Mu Chen's exploration psychology, according to his thoughts and Shizun's evaluation of the Ice Pole Demon Pupil, there is almost no illusion that he can't see through in these eyes, even if the illusion of Thousand Illusions has reached its peak, not to mention that the illusion in this book is just a subconscious revelation of Thousand Illusions when writing words.

"Is it a lack of concentration?"

With the attitude of giving it a try, Mu Chen slowly looked away from the entire page, and then completely condensed on the first word, in this condensed state that had never been used, Mu Chen only felt an irresistible sourness and swelling pain in his eyes, as if there were thousands of needle tips embedded in his pupils. But even to this point, there was no clear sign of the handwriting he was staring at!

"It's been more than ten seconds, it can't be written like this, right?"

Muttering secretly, Mu Chen suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were already moist, of course, this moist feeling did not come from the soul body, but from the main body, and the spiritual power was too concentrated, which caused the other distractions to be distracted also had a corresponding effect.

However, at the moment when he raised his heart to give up and was about to close his eyes, the word 'although' suddenly appeared in his eyes, although the word 'although' was still vague, but he really saw the appearance of the word, as beautiful as on the cover, and more delicate than it.

"No more..."

Unable to follow it anymore, Mu Chen hurriedly closed his eyes, and kept pressing his hands around his eye sockets, this was the only time he had felt a sour and stinging pain in his eyes so far when he used the Ice Pole Demon Pupil, and it was when he used it for such a short time.

Fortunately, he persevered until the end and finally gained something, at least he saw the word, the beautiful word 'although'. After muttering silently, Mu Chen opened his eyes again, except for some stinging pain around his pupils, the sourness in his eyes had completely disappeared. To put it bluntly, he has long been accustomed to pain, but he can't resist the subconscious pain of sourness.

It's just one word, not only can't satisfy his thirst for knowledge, but also arouses his curiosity, so even if it's against the stinging sensation in his eyes, he has to...

"Read on. ”