Wang Huxi is a monk from Mingyang Mountain. He just won the fifth level of the trial. His face was calm, his mouth was slightly raised, and there seemed to be a hint of smile.

"What an acquaintance does?"

Everyone present was an old guy who had lived for more than a hundred years. After a little judgment, he immediately became alert.

Intentionally or not, everyone stood a little, for fear that the monks around them would suddenly kill people.

"He has lost his brain, or he may be some kind of monster, monster, or something, he has the habit of liking to eat brains, or he has been involved in the demon cultivator..."

A monk from Black Wind Valley frowned.

"Hmph, or some heretic scum, it may not be true."

Another person came out from the crowd, and there was no need to see that this tone must be a Confucian scholar in the Tianli Sect who was incompatible with Heifeng Valley.

"Who do you say?" The monk from Black Wind Valley was furious.

"I said you, "The Confucian scholar in the Tianli Sect will not give in. "This is obviously done by an acquaintance, but you are leading the way of cultivating monsters. Could it be that you have a ghost in your heart?

"Bah, we are analyzing the death of Fellow Dao Wang, but you deliberately bite and interrupt. It's because you have a ghost in your heart."

"You have a ghost"

"You have ghosts"

The two sides blamed each other and soon quarreled. Now they were all mortals, and they could not use Taoist magic weapons to bombard each other. As they cursed, they got closer and closer. It seemed that they wanted to directly learn from those mortals and civilians to fight.

Everyone hurriedly separated the two.

"What are you arguing about?... Alas"

A monk from the Dazhou Academy rebuked him a few words and finally stabilized the situation. Fortunately, he was there, otherwise other monks would not have the qualifications to subdue the two of them.

"The most urgent task now is to report this matter to the Guijia of Jixia City."

After the monks of the Dazhou Academy said, their eyes patrolling everyone.

Only then did everyone remember that during the trial, there was no way to contact Jixiacheng.

If you want to repay this matter, someone must break the wooden token and voluntarily withdraw from the trial. In that way, you can contact the people in Jixia City. Even the monks in Jixia City who participated in the trial have no other way.

But who would like to voluntarily withdraw and report this letter?

No one wants it.

It got stiff for a moment.

"well"

When the monks of the Dazhou Academy saw this, they sighed but said nothing, because he himself was unwilling to do so.

Some super sects have a subtle attitude towards the trial of Jixia City, because they have a top-level trial place at home that is no less than the trial place of Jixia City, which is the [Phaemon Forest Trial], so after getting this opportunity, their attitude is mostly casual. For example, the Qiyun Sect is the major peaks that divide one point first, and then divide one point inside the peaks. Only when they are in the Jiang family can build foundation and cultivate their cultivation, Xi Xiang can get two tokens for Xi Yu and Yuhe, which shows how confusion is.

Other super sects are similar, so they won’t deliberately try to choose or something inside the sect.

But the attitude of the cultivators who have obtained the qualifications is completely opposite to the sect. Because they are not a temporary choice, these people cherish this rare opportunity even more, and no one is willing to give up their own opportunities for others' affairs.

Since the deadlock was here, everyone who was tacitly aware of it began to discuss Wang Huxi's death again.

"Who was the first to find a body?" Qi Xiu asked.

The others immediately understood the meaning of this sentence. Look at me, look at you, and finally a monk from the sea came out and said, "It's me."

The monks standing beside him immediately moved their positions, and then opened some distance, and then surrounded them faintly, for fear that he would run away.

"I immediately warned me after I found the body. Do you still suspect me?" The monk from the sea was furious when he saw this.

No one believes it.

"Who has personal grudges with the dead?" asked another monk.

Everyone looked at each other again, and many people's eyes gradually fell on Qi Xiu. The little words that had previously argued in the hall were clearly remembered by these Jindan monks who had never forgotten them.

"Uh, I had a little holiday with Brother Wang back then." Qi Xiu couldn't, so he had to stand up and recognize him.

I was surrounded by myself for a while.

"Brother Wang's storage bag and other things have been searched, so we have to search," someone suggested.

Two unlucky guys, one outside the sea and the other Baishan, both came from areas with bad reputations or Yu Qian's extremely poor reputations. They were immediately considered to be extremely suspicious and would definitely not be able to get out of it.

Then everyone asked questions in a verbal way, and Qi Xiu answered them one by one. He was not afraid of what happened back then, anyway, since he was at his own risk.

It was just that the matter of Si Mei had promised to keep it a secret for the nurse, so naturally I wouldn't talk about it.

I was recognized by my body search. Anyway, everyone is a mortal body and the storage bag cannot be opened.

After searching for the two of them, they found nothing. Someone started to criticize each other. Finally, you searched me and I searched you, searching randomly.

The suspicion was not yet determined, and it was not time to force confession, and the stolen goods were not found. Everyone had no regulations, and another monk heard the news. He happened to be Wang Huxi's fellow disciple, Mingyang Mountain monk.

This is simple. The man took over Wang Huxi's body and directly broke his wooden slip token. The power of heaven and earth around him immediately collapsed, and the man and the corpse disappeared from the spot.

Suspicion, accusation, quarrel, and the people who stayed remained in chaos. The voice in the sky sounded at the right time, "Qiyun sent Ansyan to win the sixth level"

"What's the luck of this guy?"

Before Qi Xiu fainted, there was only one thought in his mind.

However, the following trials gradually changed...

Following Wang Huxi's body, news of murders occurred in the seventh and eighth levels one after another. Qi Xiu did not recognize the deceased, and they had no connection with each other. It was said that except for the slightly different locations of the large and small holes in the front and back, the way of death was almost exactly the same as that of Wang Huxi. His head was opened and his inside was empty.

At the ninth level, the illusion is an endless broad-leaved forest, with extremely tall and ancient trees, and almost invisible to the sun all year round.

His feet gently stepped on the thick fallen leaves, and there was still an inevitable slight crackling sound in the quiet forest. Qi Xiu frowned and slowly poked half of his body out from behind a tree.

The literary test claimed by Jixiacheng really highlights one word.

A deadly ghost wandered around the entire trial. Jixia City should have received the news, but there was no reaction at all. At least Qi Xiu didn't know what they were doing.

This leads to a big problem. Everyone in the trial land has no ability to resist. Don’t look at it. It is impossible to use a branch as a weapon. If you get it, you will be destroyed directly.

What should I do? Qi Xiu can only be careful and ready to break the wooden slip and leave at any time.

If he hadn't been extremely firm in asking about Taoism and did not want to retreat from such things that affect Taoism, which would have affected his heart, he would not have persisted until now.

I guess others have the same idea as him, so in the trial illusion, there are very few people who take the initiative to leave, but everyone is more careful. If you hear someone else's movement nearby, Yu Qian separates tacitly and doesn't meet each other, so that I won't doubt you, you doubt me, and you doubt me.

"It's like this that Jixiacheng wants to lure us future Nascent Souls and catch them all in one go?"

Qi Xiu speculated maliciously.

"I hope Wuying is fine..."

He murmured to himself silently again.

There was no good result in every trial, and this time was probably no exception. Even the Heihe Peak Trial Place opened by Chu Qinmen itself had a major case of Nangong Li being killed?

"Am I born to be in conflict with the trial?"

The more you think about it, the more complicated it becomes. In your current state, you can’t even understand the nature and find opportunities.

Save your life first

Just groping forward and wandering in the forest, I didn't know what I was looking for.

"How did Ansyan get the victory? If you can't find anything, you will win?"

"Or what great truth can they really understand in this ghost place?"

"Wuying doesn't know where she was teleported, so there must be no trouble."

Walking alone, all kinds of thoughts in your mind.

Of course, always pay attention to the movements around you, safety is the top priority.

[Encyclopedia of the Eye of Heaven] [On a Temperament], without these two magical skills, he was really confident at all.

"I don't know how young master's body is like An Siyan, and I have to rest for a long time when I walk there. How can I pass by alone in the woods?"

As I was thinking, I suddenly saw a figure in front of me, with his back tilted to the big tree, Qi Yun was dressed in a very beautiful manner, especially like An Siyan.

"It must be him. His height and lazy look are not wrong."

Qi Xiu grinned and walked closer and saw that it was him, who was leaning against the tree and resting with a smile on his lips.

"You guys have good luck, congratulations."

He said sourly and quickly stepped forward.

Being closer, closer, Qi Xiu's face became more and more serious.

When he got closer, he pursed his mouth tightly, suppressing the twitching of the corners of his mouth. His eyes were already a little blurred. He knew that it was tears that had not appeared for a long time.

Ansyan died, another victim of the unfortunate murder case.

He leaned against the big tree, his hands should be surrounding his chest, but he drooped weakly at this time.

He raised his head, closed his eyelids naturally, and the corners of his mouth were smiling like Wang Huxi. One small and two blood holes were pierced through his temples on both sides.

From the front, everything was as usual, so Qi Xiu didn't notice it at the beginning.

Standing in front of the fourth-generation head of the Chu Qin Sect, the past passes quickly through my mind like lightning.
To be continued...