Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 26
After finally passing through the maze, everyone gathered together, only to realize that the number of people had been reduced by half.

Everyone looked at each other and sighed inwardly, "The test of Xianmen is really not easy."

One wave after another, the original green grass disappeared, and all the scenes shattered like bubbles.

Before everyone could react, a battlefield full of corpses suddenly appeared.

The sky was gray, and the wind was gusty, and the wind was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

The blood-stained loess was dark brown, and there were swords stuck in the soil, densely packed like weeds, with no end in sight.

A wailing sound came from nowhere, awakening countless resentful souls.

Resentment, resentment, mourning... All kinds of crying and howling surround my ears, and all kinds of emotions affect everyone.

Fu Xiaoyun covered her ears with her hands, trying to keep her mind clear. She frowned and looked at Zhao Ren. She found that his expression was not very good-looking, and she probably was affected a lot.

Looking around, some people are not strong enough, they have passed out and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Those who are still standing at this time are basically holding on, crumbling.

Fu Xiaoyun gritted her teeth, just show off if she is in the limelight, and treat it as a good person and a good deed.

"Listen to me, everyone, we should be in a sword formation right now. I don't know the details, but I do know this. In the sword formation, one must keep a clear mind at all times."

"The countless swords planted in the soil under everyone's feet are all left over from the baptism of war. Remember to be careful and careful, and never touch the swords."

"Each sword contains resentful spirits in its body. Once a person touches it, it will definitely be affected by our meager cultivation. It can range from coma to severe dementia."

There is another situation that Fu Xiaoyun did not mention, that is death, and the probability is not low.

"so serious?"

"We're just here to learn from a teacher, so we shouldn't be playing so big."

The wailing sound gradually fell silent while everyone was talking, and it was uncertain when it would sound again.

The people who hadn't fallen down looked dignified, their hearts were uneasy, and an emotion called regret welled up in their hearts.

"I don't want to practice immortality anymore. I want to go home."

A younger boy in the corner said so, his voice was trembling, and he was quite frightened.

Fu Xiaoyun felt a little puzzled, logically speaking, it was just a trial before going up the mountain, so it shouldn't be so outrageous.

The maze is not scary, as long as you close your eyes and keep rushing forward, at most you will be trapped inside and cannot get out, life will be worry-free.

But the sword formation is different, it is considered a killing formation to a certain extent, every step under the feet is full of danger, maybe just a wrong step, and you will die on the spot.
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Fang Hua had an extra spirit sword in her hand at some point, she squinted at Wei Ming, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Wei Ming quietly moved away from Fang Hua, and said with a sneer, "Ahahaha, people make mistakes occasionally, don't panic, it's just a small problem."

The spirit sword in Fang Hua's hand trembled and made a loud humming sound.

"Junior Sister, calm down, don't get excited!"

"Actually, I just drank wine, and then I got a little bit over the top, and I didn't pay attention when I started the battle."

Wei Ming put the wine gourd into the storage ring while talking, "But my direct disciple is also inside, that boy Zhao Ren, don't you know, it's very slippery."

"So if you can't die, don't worry about it."

Fang Hua didn't listen to Wei Ming's nonsense, and if he was caught, he would be beaten up.

"I let you drink, I let you get on top, and I let you rest assured"

(End of this chapter)