Soon, his body was covered with blood, he was under his feet, stepping on the river of blood, and around him, there were piles of corpses like mountains, and they were still alive just now, and their blood was still flowing.

As the sun sets, there are women weeping and ringing in their ears, and they are looking for corpses in the crowd and in the sea of blood with their children.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, and countless roars of unjust souls sounded in his ears, and bloody images continued to appear in front of him.

At this moment, in the center of the square, many people opened their eyes, or they were short of breath, or their eyes were cold, or their eyes were red, but without exception, their bodies were soaked in cold sweat.

All of them were awakened by the picture in the artistic conception, and when they looked around, they found that some of their eyes were still closed, especially the old students next to them, as if they were completely immersed in it, and their eyes were closed.

Liu Xunhuan's back, at this moment, there is also a cold sweat oozing out, no matter who sees this hellish scene, he can't maintain absolute indifference, and, in the artistic conception of the qin, that - cut - like happening in front of him - is not illusory at all, that artistic conception is too real.

The slightest indifferent feeling was born from Liu Xunhuan's body again, making Liu Xunhuan's mind tremble, and he could feel the coldness on his back.

"Illusion, the illusion of the harp."

Liu Xunhuan woke up from this artistic conception, opened his eyes, this piano sound, Jingran can directly implant the scene into people's minds, so that others are immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves, too terrifying.

If the person who plays this is stronger, so that the more terrifying atmosphere is implanted in the minds of people and the earth, and it is presented in the artistic conception, wouldn't it be to crush the hearts and minds of people?

Looking around the left and right, Liu Xunhuan found that Li Changyang's eyes were still closed, but his body was twitching slightly, while Xian'er's eyes had been opened and he was breathing heavily.

As for the others, many people are awake, and many people are still keeping their eyes closed, but their bodies have already reacted.

"This kind of test is really powerful."

Liu Xunhuan said secretly, the corners of his mouth hung up—a strange smile, just now because he was immersed in that artistic conception, so he didn't think about it so much, now—I think he immediately understood what this test meant, but he, it seems, failed...... Didn't pass the test.

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of the piano finally stopped, and the eyes of the crowd opened one after another.

I only saw the middle-aged man look at the crowd and said: "This test is your mental will and endurance, if you can't bear it in this artistic conception, and you are awakened, if he is in the real battlefield one day, your earth heart will also be flustered, therefore, everyone who woke up just now, leave, you are not suitable to become a general."

"Sure enough." The corners of Liu Xunhuan's mouth appeared—a wry smile, he was not sober because he couldn't bear it, but his star soul, which woke him up and didn't let him completely sink into this illusion.

Many people showed disappointment in their eyes, and left one after another, they also understood that it was useless to stay, and the scene just now made them question their own choice, and maybe they were really not suitable to become generals.

The person who played the player turned his gaze slowly, and finally fell on Liu Xunhuandi, and asked, "You, why don't you leave??"

"En??" Those who know Liu Xunhuan look at Ning, Liu Xunhuan, he didn't pass the test??

Even Zhuge Linshuang also showed a strange look, could it be that Liu Xunhuan's mind is so unstrong, although this test is not easy, but for people with strong will, it will not be too difficult to pass, after all, although this has been true, but it is not real, in the artistic conception of the competition to be awakened, how to gallop in the battlefield.

"Teacher, I'm not awakened." Liu Xunhuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, after he finished speaking, he felt a lot of disdainful eyes looking at him, what kind of person is the teacher, how could he be wrong, Liu Xunhuan, he didn't even have the courage to admit it, this kind of behavior made them despised.

"If you really want to become a general and don't want to give up, come back tomorrow at this time."

The middle-aged voice was calm, but he didn't say anything about Liu Xunhuan.

"Tomorrow??" Liu Xunhuan groaned, tomorrow seems to be the day of the creation of the Heavenly Star Sacred Academy.

"Teacher, can you try again?" Liu Xunhuan shook his head with a wry smile.

"You don't have a good face, since the teacher has given you a chance, why bother to die on your face, just come tomorrow."

—Dao's vulgar voice sounded, making Liu Xunhuan's face stiffen, and the crowd also pointed at him.

Liu Xunhuan shook his head, smiled indifferently, and spoke again: "Please give the teacher another chance."

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Xunhuan with a strange color in his eyes, and whispered: "With your persistence and expression at this moment, you shouldn't be unable to pass the test, then I will make an exception today and give you a chance."

Martial arts monks, all face heavy.

Liu Xunhuan, if he failed the real test and was named and said, he should have left by himself, but Liu Xunhuan didn't.

Moreover, when everyone looked at him strangely, and even insulted him, he still smiled, begging for another chance, and in that smile, he really didn't care.

Therefore, middle-aged people will think that Liu Xunhuan is not undignified, but persistent, persistent people, can persevere, and those who are determined can not care.

The crowd was slightly surprised, the teacher, Jingran was really willing to give Liu Xunhuan another chance, and listening to the teacher's tone, it seemed that he believed Liu Xunhuan a little.

"Thank you, teacher."

Liu Xunhuan nodded slightly at the middle-aged man, and also had a slight impression of this teacher, approachable, soft-eyed, and without the slightest sense of arrogance.

"I'm starting to play, this time, only you, people will be able to hear it."

The middle-aged man said lightly, and then, the melodious music came out again, but just as the middle-aged man said, this time, the crowd did not hear the qin music, and the teacher, Jingran was able to control the music and completely entered Liu Xunhuan's ears.

"It's amazing."

The crowd secretly praised in their hearts, the teacher had never shown this hand in front of them before.

At this time, Liu Xunhuan felt that the music continued to drill into his ears, making him want to close his eyes and fall into the artistic conception of the music.

"The Hidden Celestial Dragon Star Soul is cold and ruthless, and it can defend itself, as long as I maintain this state, I can't be confused by the sound of the song."

Liu Xunhuan secretly said, and breathed indifferently, slowly clinging to his body, making his head extremely clear, and the surrounding ground was directly imprinted into his mind.

Although the sound of the piano is still the same, Liu Xunhuan is unmoved, his clean eyes are open, with a wisp of emptiness, quietly looking at the teacher who plays.

"En??" The middle-aged man saw that Liu Xunhuan's eyes could remain so transparent, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised in his heart, the tune changed, and the music in Liu Xunhuan's ears was drilled, and it was even faster, and his heart trembled.

But Liu Xun's eyes are still happy.

(End of chapter)