Chapter 17 Secret Realm (IV) Believe it or not? Go or not? …

Even the most knowledgeable disciple was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The water they were standing in was actually a huge pool of blood. In the air of the pool, countless corpses of people or animals were hung by silk threads in the air and could not fall into the pool. Only blood flowed along the threads.

Chao Jianxue felt that his throat was surging and he wanted to vomit, but he quickly shifted his gaze to look at Yu Wei's face and held it back.

After all, he was not old enough to be a great god. Yu Wei's face was as white as gold paper. He could not bear to look at the miserable situation above the blood pool. He met his eyes in panic.

The fear that was hidden hard and the tremor in the pupils all emerged in the usually quiet cold abyss.

Chao Jianxue realized later that Yu Wei was not really a wooden man without emotions, but he always hid it deeply and pretended well.

For example, now, even if he was afraid, Yu Wei had to force himself to look.

"What's in the middle?"

Chao Jianxue suppressed her nausea and looked over. On the round platform in the middle of the blood pool, a broken sword was inserted. It seemed to be the life sword of the Immortal Fu Heng himself.

It was a pity that the illustrious immortal weapon recorded in the classics now looked like a piece of rotten iron.

And it was hidden in the real "blood pool and meat forest".

"Wow - I can't take it anymore!" Someone wailed, "It's too disgusting! I want to go back!"

The psychological shadow brought to them by an immortal weapon that they didn't know whether they could use was simply huge. After returning, they couldn't see meat for at least a year.

A group of people were vomiting wildly. Chao Jianxue quietly moved a little further away from the pile of vomited rainbows and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yu Wei.

"...Aren't you afraid?" Yu Wei asked.

Chao Jianxue tried to smell the lotus fragrance on his body to calm her nausea, and said sincerely: "It's better to stand with you."

Yu Wei looked at him inquiringly.

Amid the vomiting and howling of the crowd, a fox phantom was seen sitting upright on the round platform, gradually appearing, and speaking in a majestic voice.

"Youngsters, congratulations on reaching this realm. To be able to reach here, you must be one of the better ones among the Nascent Souls. I am very pleased. People who practice cultivation should sharpen their character and courage. If you can't stand this bit of blood, how can you continue on the path in the future?

This sword is my life sword, Qianli. Unfortunately, I am dead, and the years have withered. The glory of Qianli is gone, and it is no longer a powerful treasure. Those who are destined to take it can take it."

Someone was about to step forward, and the residual soul of Fuheng Zhenxian said again: "But, this formation is a one-way trip. Once you step into the formation, you can't turn back. Either you die, or someone pulls out the Qianli Sword. To be able to reach this step is already outstanding. Looking back, I have opened the realm gate. If you don't want to take risks, you can leave on your own. Those who leave will give me another three years of cultivation."

Is there such a good thing?

The records in the classics are not wrong. Fuheng Zhenxian is indeed gentle and amiable, especially to the younger generation. He is kind and honest, and is as gentle as a spring breeze.

Fuheng Zhenxian smiled with a fox look, and people bowed one after another and walked towards the realm gate.

Anyway, everyone is just here to try their luck. Since they can get three years of cultivation as a True Immortal for nothing, why take the risk?

Seeing that Yu Wei did not move, Chao Jianxue reached out and poked the back of his hand. Yu Wei turned his head.

"Is this formation easy to solve?"

Yu Wei said, "The Thousand Silk Formation, the bells on the silk threads are the killer moves. I'm afraid we have to solve them one by one to get close to the Thousand Mile Sword. The formations thousands of years ago are varied and not so easy to solve."

"Do you want to leave?"

Yu Wei said to him seriously, "You should leave."

Oh, Chao Jianxue did want to leave. There was a bloody pool in front of him. If he broke into it, he might become a piece of meat hanging there.

But Yu Wei did not mean to leave. If Yu Wei did not leave, he did not want to leave for some strange reason.

He had a life-saving magic weapon on him, which he had secretly held in his sleeve at this time. If something happened, he could react in time.

He believed that Yu Wei was a son of luck, and a son of luck would not die easily!

Seeing that he did not move, Yu Wei was surprised and asked, "You are not leaving?"

"Lu Renyi" raised his head and chest: "I believe in Senior Brother Yu!"

The other people from Wuwei Sect also walked out one after another. In the end, only Senior Brother Miaoxuanshan and the two of them were left.

Hua Ze also left.

There were only about ten people left on the field. Fu Heng smiled and said, "You really don't want to leave? Once the gate is closed, this place will become a battlefield. You can't just stand by and watch."

So another person left.

The remaining people were all determined to get the Qianli Sword. Chao Jianxue didn't know where he got the courage from. Anyway, things had come to this point, and it didn't matter if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire.

As the gate closed, the raging fire around burned more vigorously. Fu Heng shouted, "Open the formation!"

The red bell appeared, and the silk thread was like a net in the sky, covering everyone's head, and it was even moving.

Chao Jianxue's spirit was stretched to the extreme. Sure enough, when people are in desperate situations, they will burst out with power that they can't even imagine. In just a moment, he had changed his posture and dodged two thin threads that were rubbing against his body.

It was so sad, people really can't be arrogant. He felt like he was dancing the Yangko dance, twisting and turning his body, stimulating a flexibility that did not belong to him.

The sound of the bell indicated that someone had touched the line array. Chao Jianxue did not dare to look at it at all. The man had already fallen into the blood pool in pieces amid the life-threatening sound of the bell.

On the other side, Yu Wei took many quick steps, his eyes were like torches, and he actually reached out and grasped one of the silk threads. The bell was about to ring, but he had already grasped it firmly. The spiritual power gathered at his fingertips and turned into fire, which ignited the thread in an instant.

The flame jumped onto the silk thread and turned it purple-red. Unexpectedly, the bell did not ring, and even the flames around it weakened by three points.

Fu Heng sat on the round platform and commented: "Interesting, to find the first array center in such a short time, it is really a rare genius."

Yu Wei said modestly: "Senior, you are too kind."

Chao Jianxue wanted to kneel down and kowtow to him: Now is not the time to be humble here, little brother! But he knew that when Yu Wei said it was difficult to solve, it was just like the god of learning said the problem was difficult to solve, and then the score came out and all the answers were correct.

Two words - humble.

One word - pretend.

Just as a thread came across him, Chao Jianxue knelt down all of a sudden.

Fu Heng noticed him, turned to him and said: "You are the only one in the foundation building stage here, why didn't you leave? It's strange... Eh..."

He said this sentence without thinking, Chao Jianxue didn't care to listen, and rolled in the water in a twisted posture under the double attack, grinning.

Then Fu Heng said: "Why are there only two demon cultivators? Has our demon clan declined?"

"..."

The people present looked at each other and saw that they all looked like human cultivators. There must be two demon cultivators in disguise.

"Junior Brother Yu, the third in Kanwei!" Senior Brother Miao Xuanshan shouted.

Yu Wei did not hesitate, and swung his sword backhand to chop at the thread. The bell on the thread slipped down, and was picked up by the tip of his sword. It actually maintained a clever balance, and fell into his fingers along the sword and was crushed into powder.

This advance and retreat brought him three steps closer. Chao Jianxue was very worried about him.

The remaining few people gradually understood the solution to this formation. They needed to find the eight points of the formation and destroy them before they could get close to the round platform.

It was a competition of who could react faster, move more flexibly, or be willing to help others, to be an assistant, and observe the surroundings for him.

But after reaching this point, who would be willing to do this if they were not fellow disciples and knew how to solve the problem?

Someone even made a move in secret. A flying knife flew towards the bell near Yu Wei, but was stopped by Senior Brother Miao Xuanshan.

It was clearly a place where the sound of a needle falling could be heard, and gradually an undercurrent of wind and clouds evolved, just like the undulating waves of the blood pool under his feet, sometimes still and sometimes vibrating.

In the undercurrent, Chao Jianxue, the only passerby in the foundation-building period, was ignored.

He rolled, he crawled, he dodged.

Finally, he rolled to a safe corner. Chao Jianxue was out of breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and didn't care about the blood on his sleeves.

His hands and feet were aching and unbearable. He looked up at the round platform. Fu Heng Zhen Xian was still looking at him with a smile.

Chao Jian Xue: "..."

He dodged left and right. No matter where he looked, Fu Heng Zhen Xian's eyes seemed to follow him, like the fox version of Mona Lisa.

Could it be that his attitude of slacking off was too obvious?

But he was powerless and couldn't rush up even if he wanted to. He might as well stay where he was.

He watched for a while and gradually realized that the movements of the people in the formation were actually quite beautiful.

It seemed that people were breaking the formation, but in fact it was the formation that was guiding people to move. As long as the movements were correct, the twisting steps and twisting bodies had a unique flavor of sword dancing, which made people ignore the fuzzy flesh and blood hanging on the line formation above their heads.

Among them, Yu Wei danced the best. Brother Miao Xuan Shan seemed to have given up on seizing the sword and walked behind Yu Wei to protect him.

Looking at Fu Heng Zhen Xian's smiling face again, Chao Jian Xue had a flash of thought: Could it be that the Zhen Xian set up this thousand-thread formation just to watch people dance with swords?

As if it really matched his train of thought, Immortal Fuheng blinked at him.

"There are more miles to go, kid, what's the fun of hiding? Why don't you come forward?"

His voice suddenly rang in Chao Jianxue's mind. Strangely, Chao Jianxue was the only one who heard this voice.

As soon as the words fell, a force pushed him forward and he was back in the strange and bizarre Thousand Silk Formation.

Chao Jianxue was speechless and choked, thinking to himself, Immortal, you can ignore me.

Another person died.

Chao Jianxue almost fell to the ground several times, but he barely saved his life because of his conservative attitude and the inexplicable flexibility and sensitivity of his body.

Yu Wei had already forced himself to the front of the round platform. As long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the blade of the broken sword.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The Thousand Silk Formation suddenly changed, and the last thread of the formation was taken away, and the bell that shook like a death warrant disappeared without a trace.

"Where did you go?"

"Why is there a change in formation?"

This change made everyone present feel red in the face. The originally well-planned route was completely disrupted, and they had to find the unknown formation eye again.

Several thin threads stretched across, and Yu Wei, who was closest to the round platform, was surrounded by thousands of threads. In front of his eyes and behind his neck, he was only a millimeter away from the thread.

Like a butterfly pinned by a needle, no matter how hard he tried to flap his wings, it would be self-harm.

"Junior Brother Yu!" Senior Brother Miao Xuanshan was extremely anxious, and his shout also made Chao Jianxue look over.

Chao Jianxue suddenly met Yu Wei's calm and self-controlled eyes.

Looking at Yu Wei's mouth opening and closing, he calmly whispered between life and death: "The clean one in the lower right of Xunfang!" He

was talking to Chao Jianxue.

Chao Jianxue was nervous and immediately looked in the direction he said. Sure enough, there was a thread that was not stained with blood. Was it the formation eye?

Yu Wei was far away from him, and in such a short time, could he really find the correct thread of the formation eye?

If he is wrong, he is dead