Ye Ning was a little confused. [ ] He secretly released his spiritual consciousness and quickly determined that this middle-aged man was purely an energy body and should have been derived from a power left by the owner of this attic.

He looked at the mural carefully for a long time, until countless colors began to entangle and dissociate. He felt the sword intent coming from the sky, gradually drowning him. He closed his eyes, and his surroundings fell into darkness, and his body kept rising and falling, as if he was trapped in quicksand.

, his footsteps became heavy and his breathing became difficult. He understood that all this was just the sword intention left by the middle-aged man, and the only thing he could do was perseverance and patience. Time passed by...

"Chaos mirror! Broken -" Ye Ning shouted loudly and slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see a black light knocking down the sword light. With a "ding-dong" sound, it landed three inches in front of his throat. His mind moved, "Cloud

"Shang" radiated with brilliance and finally swept away the sword light. Ye Ning breathed a long sigh of relief, only to find that his back was soaked with sweat. Fortunately, the sword intention left by the middle-aged man had been broken by him.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated the way of swordsmanship. If such a sword intention was used by the Venerable, it would be difficult to resist even if he had a holy weapon.

The color began to fade, and the surrounding area returned to white, and a vague door appeared from the wall. Ye Ning looked at it, and saw that the inside of the door was far away and unreachable. He did not hesitate and stepped in with a big stride. He

You know, it is impossible to obtain treasures without taking a little risk!

In Ye Ning's imagination, the second floor must be an independent space, either full of life or with winding paths, but he never imagined that it would be such a blank space. There were no items in the empty hall, and it was a vast expanse.

, as if she were in the desert. Suddenly, a sense of insignificance emerged in Ye Ning's heart, as if she saw the God of Creation high in the clouds, holding a green radish, smiling indifferently. The insignificance continued to expand, making her want to retreat. The second level seemed to be deeper.

, with incredible unknowns.

"The yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds remain overcast without rain. The melancholy and old joy are like dreams, and I feel that I can't find them anywhere." Suddenly, chants rose up from all around. The sound was not clear and crisp, nor deep, but it was like Sanskrit music.

Penetrating Ye Ning's heart. Ye Ning thought in her heart, why do I have to work hard, why do I have to climb to the top of Qingluo? So tossing and wandering, like a thread that is not exhausted, like a lotus root that is not broken, but it is trapped in

A deeper dream. Ye Ning kept shaking his head and squatted down in pain.

"Silly boy, have you realized it?"

Ye Ning's face was full of pain, and he murmured to himself: "Good things are like dreams, old happiness is like dreams. Haha." His eyes were blurred, but his heart kept shouting - hold on, hold on, everything is an illusion! Then, he seemed to see Leng

Peiran wore white clothes and skirt, and smiled like lotuses at the corners of his eyes and brows. His heart suddenly became firm. He suddenly understood what he needed, and felt that his surroundings became clearer. He said with a smile: "Secret feelings turn into stone, and resentment gathers in the wind."

And Tsuka Ao, you are just a source of strength for others, why should you persuade me? Haha!"

"Silly boy, do you want to see my figure?"

Ye Ning said nothing, but looked around with vigilance.

Soon, a wisp of smoke slowly gathered in the center of the space, and in a moment it condensed into a figure. It was a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with handsome features that made people feel happy. Ye Ning had some doubts, and did not expect the guardian of this layer.

To be so young!

The young man smiled slightly and walked towards him. Taking a step forward, he turned into a young man in his twenties, and a step further turned into a middle-aged man in his thirties. Ye Ning was even more shocked and kept rubbing his eyes. When the man

When he walked in front of him, he was already a gray-haired, aging old man.

Ye Ning's hand was held tightly by the man, and the old man in front of him seemed to be on his deathbed, bursting into tears. In an instant, the old man turned into a pile of white bones, shattered in front of Ye Ning, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly disappeared.
Chapter completed!