The cold wind gusted, and the pitch-black sword tower was as calm as stagnant water at the moment.

Outside the sword tower, Zi Ning stood with her hands behind her back, and the cold wind blew the sound of hunting in her dress.

The middle-aged Scar took a step forward, stepped to Zi Ning's side, smelling the fragrance coming from Zi Ning's body, and a trace of intoxication appeared on the middle-aged face of the Scar.

In this regard, Zi Ning Liu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his tone was tepid and angry: "Hehe, Chu Sanjian, the famous Chu Sanjian of the Yù Emperor Academy, is really emotionally sentimental for me?"

"Zi Ning, why do you want to ridicule me when you know my intentions?" A trace of helplessness appeared on Scar's middle-aged face, and he immediately raised his eyes slightly to look at the sword tower, and said in a deep voice: "How long do you say they can last?"

"Hehe, whoever has this may be ten xǎo hours," Zi Ning glanced at the corners of her mouth and shook her head slightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man of Scar also shook his head slightly, and chuckled: "Zining, you can afford to look at them for ten xǎo hours, even if those students who have become Fengyun students only lasted less than ten xǎo hours when they participated in the assessment, and although there is no shortage of so-called geniuses among this group of people, the horror of the illusion of this sword tower is not something they have ever experienced."

"Oh" A hint of a smile flashed in Zi Ning's beautiful eyes, and she also looked at the sword tower, and chuckled: "According to your words, this group of people can't hold on to ten xǎo hours?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid that six xǎo times are all a problem" Seeing that Zi Ning would take the initiative to talk to himself so much, a trace of ecstasy couldn't help but appear between Scar's middle-aged eyebrows.

"Then Elder Chu dare to make a bet with me?" The slender eyelashes shook slightly, and the slender right hand flicked the green silk blocking the eyes, Zi Ning chuckled.

"Bet?" "Scar's young voice laughed, "Since Zi Ning is interested, then I'll make a bet with you, so what?"

"Hehe, I bet that someone must have supported the six xǎo this time, if I win, then please Elder Chu will see me in the future, how about retreating?" A hint of jn success appeared at the corner of Zi Ning's mouth.

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment couldn't help but appear on Scar's middle-aged face, and after a pause, Scar's middle-aged man also chuckled: "Okay, then if I win, then Zi Ning will have dinner with me tomorrow night, how about it?"

"A word is a certainty" Zi Ning agreed without the slightest hesitation, and at this moment she couldn't help but see a weak figure in front of her, as long as that person was there, then the winner of this bet must be him

Seeing that Zi Ning agreed so simply, a trace of suspicion appeared on the face of the middle-aged scar who was called Chu Sanjian, and Chu Sanjian also nodded slightly.

Suddenly, a blue-clothed warrior ran to Chu Sanjian's side and gave him a record book, Chu Sanjian opened it casually, and the information of the participants was recorded on it. When Chu Sanjian's eyes touched the two words of Chenmeng, his face suddenly turned to the side, and after a few breaths, Chu Sanjian reluctantly gave the record book to the blue-clothed martial artist, and said helplessly to Zi Ning: "Seventeen-year-old martial arts refining third-layer martial artist, Zi Ning, you have a good idea Maybe that seventeen-year-old white-clothed young man can really support six xǎo, alas, Zi Ning, do you really hate me so much?"

"What do you say?" Zi Ning blinked, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but in the next moment, the smile suddenly stopped.

In Zi Ning's sight, the pitch-black sword tower emitted an extremely dazzling light in vain, and a white light reached the bottom of the tower and appeared in the center of the tower, and disappeared in a swirling manner.

Seeing this, Chu Sanjian's face couldn't help but swell with a hint of ecstasy, and a hearty laugh also came out: "Hehe, the second layer of the Sword Tower, this xǎo son is so lucky that he actually touched the prohibition in the Eight Desolation Towers, tsk, this is a 1 in 10,000 chance that he will touch it, hehe, Zi Ning It seems that the person you value will definitely not be able to support the six xǎo time"

Before the words fell, dozens of white lights emerged at the bottom of the tower and then dissipated, each white light represented the number of people who entered, and the first white light undoubtedly represented Ye Chen, who was the first to enter.

This tower is called the Eight Desolation Tower, and there are countless illusions in it, and these illusions are undoubtedly not bloody, and ordinary people have to endure not only the endless killing, but also the endless death. Therefore, the purpose of entering the Eight Desolations Tower test this time is to test their hearts, which is not only a kind of destruction on the JNG God, but also a tempering of their hearts. And these Eight Desolation Towers are divided into three layers, and the pictures experienced on each floor are naturally more terrifying and bloody, but except for a few extremely unlucky people who violate the ban, ordinary people are generally tried on the first floor.

Hearing this, the smile on Zi Ning's face finally disappeared, and she sighed slightly, although she knew that Ye Chen could not support herself on the second layer for more than half a day, but Zi Ning didn't know what to do, there was still a trace of luck in her heart.

In the sword tower, the original other pictures disappeared, and in Ye Chen's eyes, it was replaced by a raging sea of fire, the flames swept in, and the scene next to the body disappeared, some were just an endless sea of fire, and suddenly the scene in front of him changed again, the original raging fire disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a hūn warm huhu, green grass and green prairie, at a glance it was a piece of green, hūn wind blew through Ye Chen's body, caressing the skin for a while cold, making people feel like they were in the prairie。

"Illusion?" Ye Chen muttered softly, squatting down to look at the green grass on the ground, casually breaking off a piece of grass and stuffing it in his mouth and biting it, the bitter taste of the grass spreading in his mouth.

Even if you know that everything in front of you is false, but what you see, hear, and touch makes people feel extremely real, and it is very difficult to tell whether this is real or false?

The unicorn ring on his right hand was still there, but Ye Chen couldn't feel the breath of the fire unicorn inside the unicorn ring, this illusion was incomparable

The sound of "stampede" was like thunder rumbling throughout the grassland world, and at the same time, a strong red wolf with a head of nearly three meters high appeared on the grass a hundred meters in front of him, a full hundred giant wolves, each giant wolf had a single horn growing out of its forehead, and the single horn was with a faint red sè, as if it was stained with blood

To Ye Chen's surprise, the aura emitted by these red giant wolves was all at the pinnacle of the martial arts realm, and when hundreds of red giant wolves roared in the sky, the roar was deafening.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, facing the murderous giant wolves, his face was still the same, and he muttered to himself: "Interesting, hehe"

Before the words fell, Ye Chen's figure suddenly jumped forward, not retreating but advancing, just a few hundred meters in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen's thin figure was overwhelmed by the giant wolf pack in an instant.

His eyes slowly closed, and Ye Chen couldn't help but think in front of his eyes that the illusion he had experienced in the Ye family ancestor that day was so similar to the illusion in front of him.

The red wolf spat out a strange flame, and the flame touched the bottom, and the originally green grass on the soles of its feet burned strangely.

In an instant, on the grassland, the qi was full of energy, and strange flames came out of the wolf's mouth, but at this moment, Ye Chen's figure was like the wind floating in this wolf pack.

Once, Ye Chen had been cultivating frantically in the Ye family's stone forest in order to practice the Wind Transformation Technique, but now, Ye Chen had already practiced the Wind Transformation Technique to the second realm of the Wind Transformation Technique.

And at this moment, Ye Chen seemed to regard these giant wolves as the object of sparring, at first, Ye Chen's figure looked extremely chic, and his body was as easy as a breeze to avoid those sharp horns. However, after those giant wolves spewed out flames, Ye Chen was no longer as chic as before, and the energy generated by the giant wolf's high-speed movement hit Ye Chen's xōng chest fiercely, and he was like a lonely boat in the sea in the midst of the giant wolf pack, looking so helpless.

When the giant wolf horn crossed by Ye Chen, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the stomach in the air.

Blood came out, and the pain came like háo water, and Ye Chen smiled lightly at this, he had been numb to such pain a long time ago

After a few breaths, the white light flashed in front of Ye Chen, the blood stains disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance again, and in this regard, Ye Chen's figure once again shuttled among the giant wolves.

Because he can be extremely ruthless to himself, therefore, Ye Chen agreed to be extremely ruthless when dealing with the enemy Ye Chen never had a backhand, his hands were on his back, and his body was like a leisurely stroll in the giant wolf pack, but then Ye Chen's body was pierced by the giant wolf's single horn, followed by the fierce minions of several giant wolves.

No matter what time and moment, in this illusionary world, Ye Chen's mind always maintained a calmness, and it was precisely because of this calmness that Ye Chen watched his body being torn to pieces by the giant wolf.

And when Ye Chen's figure was stained by the flames, Ye Chen could only watch his body being burned to ashes

It's an inhuman torture, you know it's fake, but you still have to enjoy the pain of death, the pain that pierces the bone marrow and makes people unforgettable.

Ye Chen has always endured, he is not tired of this inhuman torture at all, but instead exudes a trace of enjoyment.

The breeze swept up the ashes all over the ground, and Ye Chen's figure became more and more strange and erratic