Wu Meng's admission of defeat was unexpected, and those viewers who originally saw her single-mindedly and expected her to show off their talents were suddenly disappointed.

Especially some men, looking at Fu Yu and secretly hating, it is this little white face again, is there no one who can accept him?

As soon as Fu Yu's victory was announced, the two of them were teleported out of the Tai Chi Illusion Realm. As soon as he came out of the Tai Chi Fantasy Realm, Wu Meng's body lit up, and Fan Yue was startled when she saw this.

"Ah Meng?" Fan Yue had already guessed what would happen next, but she felt sorry for Wu Meng, she also saw Wu Meng's performance in the Tai Chi Fantasy Realm just now. Wu Meng's strength has far surpassed her, but unfortunately she was not very lucky, and she met Fu Yu in the first round.

"It's okay, Ah Yue, you have to come on!" Wu Meng smiled at her, indicating that it was okay, "I'll wait for you outside!"

"Well, I will. Fan Yue nodded vigorously.

The white light quickly enveloped her body, and then the white light slowly shrank, then shrunk into a small dot and disappeared into thin air. And Wu Meng's whole person disappeared.

Lingshan Realm, Linghuan Sect, the eighth floor of the Fu Tower, a place similar to an ancestral hall. A white light flashed, and a figure appeared below an incense case.

Wu Meng covered his head a little dizzily, and it took a while to change his strength, and when he looked up, he saw the vermilion stone pillar, about 30 centimeters in diameter, over the stone pillar, about three meters forward is a beast stone statue, well, it should be said that it is a spirit beast stone statue, Wu Meng moved his eyes slightly, and looked to find that there were four of them, guarding something in a fan-shaped arch.

Looking at that appearance, Wu Meng guessed that it was the legendary Blue Dragon White Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu. The four divine beasts were separated by a bluestone paved passage of about three meters. Looking back, there is a wall of books. It is full of all kinds of bamboo slips, jade slips, and paper books.

Wu Meng withdrew his gaze and landed on the four divine beasts again, and when he moved a little to the left, there was another vermilion stone pillar. I turned around slightly, but I saw two table legs. When I looked up, I was blocked by the high tabletop, and I didn't know what was on it.

Seeing that this was a somewhat strange arrangement, Wu Meng's heart tightened for no reason, "Where is this? Am I still in the tower? Wasn't I directly teleported out?

Wu Meng stood up and looked at the things on the table first, the arrangement on the table did not have to be low and weird, only to see two burning red candlesticks, an incense burner full of incense ashes, a large piece of incense recessed after the incense case, a shrunken nine-step staircase stood on it, and a tablet was placed on top of the nine steps, which was written in ancient Chinese: The position of the Linghuan Venerable Patriarch of the Linghuan Gate!

Wu Meng's eyes shrank, this is still in the talisman tower!

Wu Meng frowned, how could he be in this place! According to the basic routine, this is the rhythm of passing the trial? But Fan Yue ......

Seeing the incense sticks on the incense table, he reached out and took the three pillars and lit them, and bowed down to the tablet. "Disciple... Wu Meng, the thirty-first generation outer disciple of the Spirit Illusion Sect, meets the Spirit Illusion Patriarch!"

After worshipping the ancestors and inserting incense, Wu Meng walked a few steps away, came to the edge of the bookshelf, looked at it a little, reached out and took down a thread-bound book, there was no title, and when he opened it, it was actually Lingshan Foreign Body, and he was a little disappointed.

She also thought that the books placed here to worship the patriarch should be some precious classics.

However, it's better than nothing, and it shouldn't be long before you get out anyway.

Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, Wu Meng saw a white light appear in front of the incense case, which startled Wu Meng, and thought that it was the ancestor and grandfather who had appeared. But in the next second, a white figure appeared in the white light, like a fairy.

And this figure is still very familiar to her, "Ah Yue!" hurriedly stuffed the book back into the bookshelf and walked over.

Fan Yue opened her eyes in a daze, but her vision was a little blurry, and she seemed to see Wu Meng. Suddenly, a gentle spiritual power came into the body from the outside. Suddenly I felt a burst of relaxation in my body, a burst of clarity on the spiritual platform, and the feeling of dizziness disappeared in an instant.

"Ah Meng?" Fan Yue saw that it was really Wu Meng, and her eyes opened slightly. "You?"

"Well, like you, I came here after being out of the Trials Illusion. Wu Meng smiled, she knew what Fan Yue thought, after all, the inheritance can only be achieved by one person, and now that two people are here, it will indeed make people feel unbalanced.

"Taling, come out. Wu Meng shouted into the air.

"Congratulations on passing the trial!" the voice of the long-lost tower spirit sounded, and then a cyan light flashed, and a cyan figure appeared in front of Wu Meng.

It was a young man, about 15 or 6 years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his thin lips were pale at this time, and his face was not very good-looking, and he seemed to be injured.

"Are you Taling?" Wu Meng looked at the boy from the bottom of the mountain.

"Yes!"

"You said we passed the trial, but didn't I lose in the illusion?" Wu Meng was stunned, although he had already guessed it, but when he heard Ta Ling's words, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Trials Illusion is not based on winning or losing, and both of you have performed well in Illusion, so you both passed the trial. The young man looked at the two of them with interest, "But only one of you can get the inheritance." ”

Wu Meng and Fan Yue looked at him nervously when they heard this, "Is that a competition?"

The boy nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Not really." ”

"What then?" the boy is also going to whet people's appetites.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, quite a kind of vicissitudes of life, "Do you know that there have been several people who have passed the test together for thousands of years, but do you know why they have not obtained the inheritance?"

"I don't know, please teach Venerable Qinghuan!" asked Fan Yue respectfully.

"That's because none of them have the approval of their ancestors. Qing Fantasy is also a young man looked at the two of them, "You are the same, although you have passed the trial, if you can't get the approval of the ancestor, you can't get the inheritance." ”

"Then how do you get the approval of the patriarch?"

"Take out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone you made, and draw a talisman in front of the ancestral spiritual seat, if the ancestor approves it, you will naturally know. Saying that, Qing Phantom waved his hand, and two sets of tables and chairs appeared two meters away from the incense case.

Wu Meng and Fan Yue glanced at each other, walked to the table, and came to open a chair and sit down.

The divine consciousness connected to the Qiankun bag, a light flashed, and the pen, ink and paper that he had obtained in the four fasts appeared on the table, as well as the inkstone, and the cute couldn't help but touch the inkstone, and the inkstone came with a sense of intimacy, as if her blood and bones.

When I think of the experience in that illusion, I am afraid it is not as simple as the illusion.

Retracting her thoughts, Wu Meng began to summon spiritual water, picked up the rune ink she made with her own hands, and began to grind, again and again, her somewhat restless heart seemed to slowly calm down, followed by breathing, and then the spiritual power of the whole body. Devote your whole body to this thick rune ink......