Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran paused, showing a look of caution, and said, "Second Senior Brother?"

There was no response.

Feng Qingran called Mu Qianjue, Ning Shiyue, and Baili Wenyue again, but they still didn't answer her.

Feng Zhichu lay on Feng Qingran's sleeves, "Master, their breath has disappeared, do we still need to continue to retreat?"

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed coldly, "No, look for them first."

Feng Qingran took out the formation disk, and four dots lit up on the formation disk, showing that several people were behind him.

When Feng Qingran saw this, she was about to turn around.

Right at this moment-

An illusory voice sounded, "Little baby, don't turn around. You are only one step away from the place of inheritance. If you turn around now, you will return to where you were. There is no way to enter the place of inheritance."

"Have they entered the inheritance place?" Feng Qingran asked.

"No, the place of inheritance is the inheritance of the ancient quasi-emperor, which is more suitable for you alone, so you can inherit the inheritance first before looking for them. You can rest assured that they will not be in danger."

"Then why did you ask us to come together?" Feng Qingran tried to catch the speaker's breath, but found nothing.

The person in the dark said: "You all have the qualifications to be a great emperor. I called you here to test which of you is more suitable to inherit the inheritance."

"You have entered the illusion. However, only those with a clear mind can see the fog. If you penetrate the fog, you can enter the place of inheritance."

"Those who have distracting thoughts will fall into an illusion and see what they desire."

"When they overcome the temptation of foreign objects, they can see through the illusion and return to where you originally came from."

"There is no danger in this illusion, it is just a simple test."

"Among the five of you, you are the only one who has a firm mind and has not entered the illusion, so this inheritance should be yours. Boldly step back and accept the quasi-emperor inheritance that belongs to you."

The voice of the man in the dark is illusory and ethereal, but it has inexplicable magic power.

After listening to his words, Feng Qingran wanted to step back uncontrollably.

At the critical moment, Feng Qingran's eyes caught a glimpse of the array disk in her hand, and she controlled her body to stand still.

Feng Qingran asked: "Senior, how do you know that I don't have what I desire in my heart? Is it possible that what I desire is not in this illusion?"

The man in the dark was silent for a moment, and then said again: "It's impossible."

"Why are seniors so sure?"

The person in the dark was silent again.

About half an hour passed.

A voice came from the darkness, "Little baby, even if you are lucky enough not to enter the illusion, luck is still an opportunity. There is no fairness in the path of cultivation. You must seize the opportunity that belongs to you, and don't think about giving it away. For others, not fighting or grabbing is the stupidest way to cultivate immortality."

"Of course I won't give away what belongs to me, but if it's something that doesn't suit me, do I have to take it away by force?"

As soon as Feng Qingran finished speaking, he caught a wave of breath.

The person in the dark said loudly: "Yes, you will take away the things that are not suitable for you. If you leave good things to others, it is equivalent to cultivating a rival for yourself. If he attacks you in turn, it will be too late! "

This time it was Feng Qingran's turn to be silent.

"Little baby, you still don't understand the cruelty of cultivating immortals. In ancient times, those who could become immortals would step on the bones of thousands of people. If you are not careful, you will die! Giving others a chance is leaving trouble for yourself."

Feng Qingran's glass-like eyes flashed with light, and she asked: "But aren't the bones buried in the battlefield of the gods the ancient cultivators of immortality? When they are invaded by foreign enemies, they will also fight side by side to resist the outsiders."

"Fight side by side?" The man in the dark murmured, and then he laughed very sarcastically.

For a moment, Feng Qingran felt the pressure around her body double.

"Hmph! When foreign enemies invade, we not only have to fight against the outsiders, but we also have to guard against sneak attacks from behind by these villains. How ironic!" The voice of the man in the dark was cold.

A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Qingran's eyes, "I would rather destroy an opportunity that is not suitable for me than let it fall into the hands of villains."

The man in the dark suddenly changed his attitude and asked, "So you agree to enter the inheritance place alone?"

The corners of Feng Qingran's lips raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, "Senior, I want to know what kind of illusion I am in?"

"The phantom formation that connects the mind and spirit."

Feng Qingran asked curiously: "Is there anything special about this formation?"

The person in the dark suddenly said excitedly: "The ancient mental magic array is the most difficult illusion for the gods to break through."

"Every living thing has a thirst."

"As long as the heart desires something, it will be captured by the formation, and then the illusion will be formed."

"If you want to break out of the formation, you must defeat your own inner demons."

"And those who fail to defeat their inner demons will remain in the illusion forever. Even if they succeed in coming out, their skin will peel off even if they don't die."

"Little baby, so you don't have to wait for them. You should hurry up and inherit the inheritance. When you are strong enough, you can help them out of trouble!"

The voice of the person in the dark sounded a little anxious.

"Senior, didn't you just say that they are not in danger? So who are you!?" Feng Qingran held the Qingluan Sword and stabbed in one direction.

In an instant, the fog disappeared.

A slender hand clamped the tip of the sword, and a joking voice sounded, "Why is Miss Feng so impatient?"

Feng Qingran looked at Yuan Zhi in front of him and found that the surrounding area had turned into a deserted land again.

"Yuan Zhi, why are you here?" Feng Qingran quickly withdrew the Qingluan Sword.

"What is Miss Feng talking about? I am Mu Chen." Mu Chen smiled wantonly.

"Where are the others?" Feng Qingran stared at Mu Chen coldly. She knew that he was pretending, but she couldn't tell him apart.

Mu Chen's eyes flashed with a charming luster, "I don't know. When I came here, I saw you talking to yourself. I wanted to wake you up, but you pointed your sword at me. It's really sad."

"Master, don't listen to him, there is an abyss behind you." Feng Zhichu said with lingering fear.

It even doubted the existence of that powerful person in the Taoist realm.

The sudden appearance of fog is too weird.

There are also those incomprehensible words that really don't look like something a powerful Taoist saint could say.

Fortunately, the master did not follow his words, otherwise there must be other dangers.

It remembers that there was an illusion in the ancient times. As long as you obey the other party's words and agree, the soul will be trapped in the illusion forever.

Feng Qingran looked at Mu Chen opposite and felt that he was sick!

"Mu Chen, you and I are different. You don't need to make excuses with me." Feng Qingran said and glanced behind her. She was only one step away from the abyss.

She must have entered an illusion just now, so several other people must have also entered an illusion.

No, she needed to find a way to remind them.

There must be something terrible waiting for them under this abyss.