This is not the first time Fang Yi has entered the secret realm through the teleportation array. He does not know the principle of the teleportation array formation, but every time he uses the teleportation array, Fang Yi can feel the pressure from the space, but as his cultivation level increases, this pressure becomes weaker and weaker.

The distance of the teleportation this time should not be very far. Fang Yi felt the pressure, his body lightened, but when Fang Yi opened his eyes, he found that his wife, who was originally with him, had disappeared at some point.

Fang Yi was mentally prepared for his wife's disappearance, and Bai Chuxia also had a return yang pill, so Fang Yi was not too worried. In the past few days, Fang Yi observed that some young people from the world of cultivators also had their cultivation skills that were not as good as Bai Chuxia.

“Where is this place?”

Fang Yi raised his vigilance and looked around. Although this was just a secret realm for martial artists to practice, Fang Yi still did not dare to be careless. Fang Yi thought that there were always some special places in the secret realm passed down from ancient times.

"Well? Why is it just such a hall?" Fang Yi had already seen clearly the surrounding situation with his eyes.

What surprised Fang Yi was that he was actually in an empty hall, which was built with a kind of blue stone. I don’t know where the light came from, illuminating the hall very transparently, allowing Fang Yi to see the scene in the hall clearly.

The space in the hall is very large, with a capacity of thousands of square meters, but apart from the cyan ground stone slabs and cyan walls, there are no more objects in the hall. Just as Fang Yi raised his foot and walked accurately, he suddenly realized that his body was completely unable to move.

"What's going on?"

Fang Yi felt a little bad in his heart. In addition to the fact that his head could turn around, Fang Yi's feet seemed to have roots on the ground, and he could not move a step no matter how hard he tried. And the same was true for his arms, as if he had no strength to lift it.

"Isn't it said that this is a place where warriors experience it and is useless to cultivators?"

Fang Yi kept twisting his head, his thinking was turning rapidly. He never expected that as soon as he entered this secret realm, he would be denied a warning. Could it be that he would be imprisoned here for a month?

"Wuliang Tianzun, why am I so familiar with this name?" Just as Fang Yi was struggling desperately, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Who are you?"

Fang Yi was startled by this somewhat tender voice. Although his body was imprisoned, his spiritual consciousness did not exist. After discovering that his body could not move, Fang Yi released his spiritual consciousness. Before hearing this voice, Fang Yi was 100% sure that there was no other person in this space except himself.

"Me, who am I?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the voice rang again, but there was a hint of confusion in the voice, "I don't remember who I am, just like I don't remember who I am, but this name is very familiar. Who is Wuliang Heavenly Lord? Who am I?"

"The Wuliang Heavenly Lord is the Taoist Ancestor. As for who you are, how can I know."

Fang Yi replied angrily. He was already sure that the sound in his mind was not an illusion. Fang Yi felt deeply afraid of this person who had inexplicably talked to him, because he could not sense the other party's existence at all.

"Is Wuliang Tianzun the Ancestor of Taoism? I don't remember it, and I don't remember anyone." The voice then rang in Fang Yi's mind.

"Then what do you remember?" Fang Yi said with some amusement and cry. Before he entered the secret realm, he never expected such a scene to happen.

"I remember that as long as someone comes in, I will arrange for them to experience it." The voice seemed willing to talk to Fang Yi, and was not angry because of Fang Yi's attitude.

"You arranged the experience of this secret realm?" Fang Yi was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Isn't this place suitable for martial arts training? Why can't I move after I come in? Are you doing it?"

"Warrior? What is a warrior?"

The voice said strangely: "Are they those who are very weak? They are not considered Qi Refiners, and with their qualifications, it is difficult to become Qi Refiners. If there weren't a few I liked before, none of them could continue to practice."

"What? People who were able to advance to the innate before were just because you liked it?" Fang Yi was stunned when he heard the voice. Could it be an opportunity for the outside world to guess? It was determined by the preferences of the people behind the voice. Isn't that the so-called experience a joke?

Moreover, this voice revealed a message, which made Fang Yi understand that this place must have been passed down from ancient times, because only at that time did those who practiced were called Qi Refiners, and in modern times they were called cultivators.

"Yes, I'll tease them if I don't like it." The voice continued, "It's just that those people are too weak. I've been very careful, but some people are still dead."

"The dead people are from your teasing." Fang Yi was really speechless this time. Life and death seemed extremely indifferent in this voice. He did not feel anything wrong with his behavior of depriving others of their lives.

"They shouldn't have entered here at first, so what's wrong with death?"

There was no sound or anger in that voice, "I have been here for a long time, so long that I have forgotten many things and haven't talked to people for a long time. You are the first one in countless years."

"Who are you?" Fang Yi felt a little creepy when he heard it. Could this voice be an old ghost? He could actually live to the point of forgetting things. Fang Yi could not imagine how many years it took to forget what happened before.

"I said I don't remember who I am, why do you still ask?" the voice said.

"Then why are you imprisoning me?" Fang Yi asked.

"You are barely considered a Qi Refiner, I want to arrange for you to practice."

The voice said naturally: "I remember the meaning of my existence, which is to arrange for practitioners to practice here. However, those who came in before were not considered practitioners. In my recent memory, you are the first one."

"What? This is actually a training ground for cultivators?"

Fang Yi was shocked when he heard this. He originally thought that he was just studying with the prince this time and came in to see the secret realm that could bring opportunities to warriors. However, the whole thing was the opposite. It turned out that he was the only one who met the standards of training here.

"You are a Qi Refiner, not a Cultivator, and you are not considered a Qi Refiner now, you are just qualified to become a Qi Refiner." The voice exuded a sense of dissatisfaction, "But you are the only one who has good qualifications over the years, so I came out to talk to you. By the way, let me see how your qualifications are first?"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Yi suddenly saw a beam of light shining on his body. Under this beam of light, Fang Yi only felt that his whole body had been taken off. There seemed to be no secret in his body under this light.

"Hey, you have the breath of a walker." The voice suddenly exclaimed, with a strange look.

"What is a walker?" Fang Yi was not used to the feeling of being exposed to others. Although there was no one around him, Fang Yi knew that the person behind this voice was observing him at this moment.

"Practitioners are people without hair. Together with practitioners, they are called practitioners, and they also have a name, called Qi Refiner." The voice has not communicated with people for many years, so the other party's questions are answered and there is no impatient.

"Whoever has no hair, isn't he a Buddhist?" Fang Yi murmured to himself when he heard the voice saying it, saying, "It turns out that the name of cultivator was not created by later people. It also existed in ancient times.

"A Buddhist? I don't know."

The voice said, "Strangely, the aura of the practitioner on your body is very weak, but it is very pure. The technique you practice is also the technique of a Qi Refiner. But why is your cultivation so weak? The bones have been in twenty years, so why haven't you become a Qi Refiner yet?"

"I have practiced Taoist kung fu since I was a child, and there is no Buddhist technique in the inheritance of Qi Refiners. Where did I get the breath of a practitioner?"

Fang Yi did not care about the last passage of the voice, but instead distinguished it. Although Fang Yi did not reject Buddhism and had read many Buddhist scriptures, he worshiped the Three Pure Land rather than the Amaitre Buddha since he was a child. This must be made clear.

"Yes, it's in your sea of ​​consciousness!" the voice said with certainty.

"Sea of ​​consciousness?"

Fang Yi was about to refute, but suddenly he was stunned for a moment. He thought of the incident when he was hit by Man Jun's car just below Fangshan. The Gabala he wore on his chest disappeared, but there was some information in his mind. It was from then on that time that Fang Yi had the ability to sense the energy.

"Is it because of that piece of Gabala that has the breath of Buddhism?"

Fang Yi had a hint of enlightenment in his heart. Gabala was originally made up of the remains of the Tibetan Buddhist monks after their transformation. He had an incredible mental power, which could explain where his abilities came from back then.

"The aura of your practitioner is too weak, much weaker than the martial arts you have practiced." The voice sounded again.

"Is my cultivation really weak?" Fang Yi was also a little dissatisfied when he heard this voice commenting on himself again.

Since Fang Yi debuted, he has never seen anyone younger and higher cultivation than himself. Whether in the eyes of Song Tianyu or Le Kai and others, Fang Yi is half a genius, but this voice is so unbearable that he is like nothing.

"You are the weakest except those who are not practitioners." The voice said, "I seem to remember something. I remember that most of the people who came in to practice before were in the past ten years, and they were much younger than you."

"A child in his teens is already a congenital practitioner?"

Fang Yi was shocked by the voice. According to Song Tianyu, Le Kai and others, although those who advanced to the innate before the age of thirty are not unique, they are also rare. Even in the world of cultivators, they are rare geniuses. Fang Yi has never heard of people who become innate cultivators in their teens.

"It's not what you mean by innate cultivator, but a Qi Refiner!" The voice corrected Fang Yi's statement, but it hit Fang Yi again. Compared with the Qi Refiner who was in his teenage years, Fang Yi felt that his past twenty years had really been in vain.

"Although your cultivation is too weak, your qualifications are still average and you can barely accept the trial." It seemed that Fang Yi was depressed, and the voice actually knew how to comfort Fang Yi.

"Barrely accept it?" Fang Yi scratched his head, and when his hand was placed on his head, he suddenly realized that the power that imprisoned him disappeared.

"Are you going to take the trial?" the voice asked.

“What are the consequences?”

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment when he heard this. He was really not mentally prepared. He was originally studying with the prince, but he didn't expect to go to the exam room instead. If he had known this, Fang Yi would have left a pill for the restoration of the sun on him.

"Your cultivation is really too weak. If you pass the trial, you can barely enter the Qi Refining Stage." The voice said with some uncertainty. In Fang Yi's ears, these words were very reluctant.

"Can you enter the Qi Refining Stage with just one trial?"

Fang Yi was surprised or frightened today. Although he is in the late stage of the innate stage, he has reached the threshold of the Qi Refining Stage with half a foot, Fang Yi also knew that his foundation was too shallow, and it was not easy to step over it in one step.

"What if I failed the trial?" Fang Yi asked. He had always been cautious in his actions. If it were Peng Bin, he could advance to the Qi Refining Stage when he heard that he could advance to the Qi Refining Stage. I am afraid he would just ask for a trial without saying a word.

"die!"

The voice returned to a cold tone, "People who practiced are originally acting against the will of heaven. When they have the courage to fear life and death, I can only adjust the difficulty of the trial to the lowest level. If you can't even pass that difficult trial, stay here forever."

"life and death!"

Fang Yi squeezed out these two words from his teeth. Although he had encountered many life and death crises before, they were all passive. Fang Yi had no time to consider the issue of life and death, so he could only fight hard to seek a glimmer of hope.

But now hesitated to put the word "life and death" to make Fang Yi decide. After all, he is only in his twenties, and he has been practicing Taoism from the foot of the mountain, and he has been walking smoothly all the way. Therefore, even if Fang Yi's Taoist heart is far beyond ordinary people, in the face of the great joy and fear of life and death, he has lost some Taoist heart for a moment.

"Well? I almost went astray." Just as Fang Yi's mind was lost, a chill suddenly came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, making his spirit clear.
Chapter completed!