Princess Against the World

The endless feeling of suffocation sinks into my heart, making Feng Chenglin struggle to break through the water countless times.

But when Ling Luoyu's miserable situation came to mind, he gave up this idea of ​​life again.

Tongpao brothers who cannot be born in the same year and month and day, then die in the same year and month and day.

He must not let his brother go on the road alone and go to Huangquan alone.

The extreme suffocation made his mind start to lack oxygen, and endless hallucinations began to flash.

Just when his consciousness was about to collapse and fall into a deep sleep forever, his arm was tight, and then a tingling pain spread from his forehead.

Almost instantly, his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and his heart hurt.

In the extreme pain, all his consciousness instantly returned, yelled and opened his eyes suddenly.

"what!"

The light in front of me was still so bright and soft, but it was no longer the color of gold, but a jumping candle.

In an instant, all memories began to recover.

Gold, river water, supreme magic spider, three masters! !

Three young? !

Feng Chenglin's heart trembled again, and he instinctively touched the surroundings.

"Three young people, three young people?!"

"What about..." The sour voice suddenly entered my ears, like a thunder.

Feng Chenglin trembled all over, turned around to look at him in horror.

Mo Xuanchen sat quietly on one side, holding a tea cup in his hand, but the streamer on the golden mask was not as bright as the radiance of his eyes.

"Respect... Respect!"

Feng Chenglin squatted, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The corners of Mo Xuanchen's lips curled up with a different smile: "I really didn't see that you could still die for her!"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth, looking rather embarrassed.

"That... we are different... I and she are brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuanchen suddenly coughed, obviously not wanting Feng Chenglin to say too much.

"She is there, not awake yet!"

Following Mo Xuanchen's lips, Feng Chenglin saw Ling Luoyu lying on one side.

On a round white jade cold bed, a few of them lay there in a circle.

Except for Ling Luoyu, there was an old man in white robe standing in front of the others.

Every white-robed old man put his hands on Wuyefeng and others' foreheads, with different expressions.

Feng Chenglin looked at Mo Xuanchen carefully, "What are they... doing?!"

"They are spiritual teachers, and they are spying on their illusions with their spiritual power..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but look at Ling Luoyu, saying that they two were not spied by Mao!

The thought was not over yet, Mo Xuanchen's smirk was already in his ears.

"Everything you two are in the illusion is my own peep!"

Feng Chenglin laughed dryly: "That's really an honor..."

All the fools could see that this honorable man was like a jealous tone.

His honor must have something to do with Ling Luoyu.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything extraordinary to Ling Luoyu in the illusion, otherwise it is estimated that he would be dead at this time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat.

The taste of this honorable is really unique.

With such a gameplay in Fantasyland, he can manage it all.

But then again--

"My lord, what is this illusion...?"

"Illusory Realm is an experience for you! It is also a necessary hurdle for screening core disciples!"

Feng Chenglin screamed and almost jumped up: "Core disciple?!"

He is the brown-robed disciple right now, and he can't beat the core disciple in terms of cultivation base and ability. Why did he come to the core disciple? !

Besides, the core disciples all started with the profound emperor's cultivation base, so how could he want his profound soul cultivation base? !