Chen Jiu looked at the crazy monk opposite and smiled: "Okay, since you are seeking death, I'm not going to help you."

After saying that, the Pangu banner in Chen Jiu's hand shook: "Come on, who will come first."

"I'll meet you." A monk held a long sword and stabbed Chen Jiu.

The chaos aura rose and fell, and the monks became gray when they met, and the students not far away looked at each other.

Chen Jiu smiled coldly, and the Tai Chi diagram in his hand came out of his hand, turning into a yin and yang fish, and seizing the cause and effect of time and space.

In the fearful eyes of everyone, Pangu Banner gently swept over, and all the monks became gray.

"The illusion is such a real illusion, and when will it be broken before it is broken?" Chen Jiulang smiled brightly, and the Pangu banner and Tai Chi diagram in his hand disappeared. Chen Jiu was still Chen Jiu, standing on the stone steps, quietly looking at the Heavenly Palace in the distance.

"How come there are Pangu Banners and Tai Chi Diagrams in this world? It's so nonsense. It's probably because this illusion evolved based on the most powerful magic weapon in everyone's heart. It's a pity that Pangu Banners and Tai Chi Diagrams are not things in this world, so the illusion has flaws."

After saying that, Chen Jiu looked at the monks and students next to him, and then frowned. There were a few monks he didn't know.

Without caring, Chen Jiu continued to climb the stone steps, and the illusion appeared again. However, because Chen Jiu had learned from the past, although this illusion became more and more real, it did not completely addicted to Chen Jiu.

When Chen Jiu climbed the ninth stairs, the monk who had finally entered suddenly woke up and looked at the people around him who were immersed in the illusion. He was originally waiting for his big or small, but accidentally saw Chen Jiu and his smile was held back, feeling uncomfortable as if he had eaten a feces.

"Who is this person? He is so powerful that he has fallen down nine steps." The man turned his head and looked at the other scholars. His murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and a knife cut at the scholar beside him.

"Ah,," screamed, but it was not a scholar, but a monk who came from later.

The monk vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"How could this happen? You can't do it? There is a wonderful force of Mo Min protecting everyone." The man murmured to himself, then glanced at Chen Jiu, regardless of his injuries, wiped the blood stains and stepped onto the second level.

The students who had no tokens outside looked at the students standing there and were stunned. They knew that there was an accident. They were all very happy that they had no tokens before, but now they are actually glad.

It was not until Chen Jiu woke up that the situation improved.

The scholars looked thoughtful, but just as Chen Jiu climbed the ninth step, the faces of the scholars changed again and their hearts rose.

After seeing the monk being injured by a strange force, he felt relieved. His heart was so frightened that everyone was even more fortunate to not follow him in.

"Puff" A student vomited blood in his mouth and was thrown out by a strange force.

Everyone rushed forward and helped him up, but the student's eyes were still closed and his breathing was weak.

This student seemed to be an introduction, and then one after another, the students came out and fell into a coma.

Of course, some students have also reached the second level.

The beginning is the most difficult, as long as you are prepared, everything is easy to say.

Yi Xiaoxiao, Li Xinyi and Chen Yi woke up one after another and then stepped forward again.

This is an alternative battle, and the competition is about mood and has nothing to do with strength.

Chen Jiu's state of mind obviously left everyone behind a hundred thousand and eight thousand miles, and the gap became wider and wider and further.

Three days later, Chen Jiu had arrived at Yunxiao.

Looking at the misty palace, Chen Jiu smiled a little, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will win.

Unexpectedly, he always followed like a shadow. Just as Chen Jiu faced the last step, a figure appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" Chen Jiu said in confusion.

"I am me, I am you too." The voice actually looked like Chen Jiu.

"What's the meaning?".

"On this step, the first person to climb this step needs to defeat himself before he can pass the level. So, child, you are very lucky. This is the first time the palace was born, and you are also the first person to climb this step."

"Defeat yourself?" Chen Jiu asked again.

"Yes, you are a perfect self, a self who can exert his strength to the extreme. Are you ready?"

Chen Jiu touched his nose: "Let's start."

The black shadow slowly twisted, and a Chen Jiu appeared in place.

Looking at the familiar face, Chen Jiu felt a little awkward.

"Draw the ground into prison" two people chose this spell at the same time.

The voice said that this is the perfect self, and it is also the self who exerts its strength to the extreme. It just doesn’t know how much of its own strength can be used. It’s better to test it now.

"Sword" Chen Jiu said, and there was an extra sword in his hand.

I believe it is power, and Chen Jiu's curse technique has made great progress.

He bounced the long sword in his hand, and the power of curses attached to it. Two identical figures, the same moves, and the same movements began a block-to-end confrontation.

The sound of weapons hitting each other endlessly, with fast swords and curses, both of them were perfect, but Chen Jiu was still at a disadvantage.

Although Chen Jiu's sword was fast, the one on the opposite side seemed to be faster, and it was almost at the extreme, as if the other party had reached the extreme and was about to break through the bottleneck.

"The other party can do my curse art. If you want to say the difference is the time to use the curse art in battle, but I am far from being at a disadvantage in the combination of swordsmanship and curse art. This is not scientific."

As the clothes on his body were constantly cut by the opponent's long sword, Chen Jiu was immersed in his past learning and constantly adjusted himself based on the opposite self.

Jiandao, what I pursue is the ultimate speed, but who in this world dares to say that his sword skills can reach the extreme?

If you have fast swords, then the next step should be to turn slowly and move slowly, combining movement and stillness.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiu's movements in his hand instantly slowed down. He was so quick that he couldn't see the movements clearly when he set out his sword. At this time, he could clearly see the movements, but he felt like he was watching flowers in the fog.

Chen Jiu broke through the sword path, and the figure on the opposite side made a natural adjustment and his body turned slowly.

"I was speechless. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to defeat myself. Even if I fell into a perfect state, I could only play a draw with the opponent at most. How could I defeat the opponent?

Chen Jiu and the other party stopped the movements in their hands at the same time, and a light flashed in Chen Jiu's eyes: "I curse, petrified."

The Chen Jiu on the opposite side avoided the petrochemical technique and gently drew a trajectory, and the thunder continued in the sky.

"This is the art of talismans." Chen Jiu glared at him.

The feeling of lightning strike was not good, so Chen Jiu did not avoid it and got a hit.

After dispelling the lightning, Chen Jiu quietly looked at the Chen Jiu on the opposite side, and then patterns flashed across his right index finger. Chen Jiu was making an attempt.

The art of talismans is superimposed, and the art of curse is superimposed.

A series of silk threads intertwined on the fingers, forming mysterious patterns.

"By the way, although the other party can copy his magical power, the most critical magical seed, the power of heavenly creation, has absolutely no way to copy against the opposition. If all the magical powers can be copied, then should other monks in this world be confused?"

Thinking of this, a trace of the power of the heavenly creation in Chen Jiu's magical power seed was pulled away and attached to his fingers.

Once, twice, three times, I don’t know how many times it took, Chen Jiu’s ultimate blow was finally brewing.

Chen Jiu stretched his fingers forward gently and slowly approached the perfect self opposite.

The movement is very slow, like a sword. You can clearly see the other party's movements, but you can't avoid it.

With a "slam" sound, the mirror was broken, and Chen Jiu found himself standing on the last stone steps again.

With Chen Jiu's intelligence and talent, when he saw that he had not moved, he did not understand that he had been plotted again. It was not enough to be true or false. Even if he was careful, he would inevitably be obsessed with the other party's words.

Looking back at the monks who were still struggling halfway up the mountain, Chen Jiu smiled: "It feels so good to see all the mountains small, I like it very much."
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