Chapter 721 Secret Realm Trial
Zhou Yiqiao walked forward and stared at the woman in the painting.
The woman's dress was flowing and she had various postures, but there was a vague air of chilling about her.
She stood under a huge sycamore tree, holding a sharp sword. She chopped half of the mountain into pieces with one sword, as if she was going to sink the boat.
"What an exquisite painter, he has made this fairy so lifelike!"
Zhou Yiqiao praised in his mouth, and was suddenly attracted by the eyes of the woman in the painting.
Just now, he seemed to have seen this fairy blinking at him!
Zhou Yiqiao shook his head, feeling that he must have seen it wrong.
This palace is an independent space, but the woman in the painting is real, how could she blink at herself.
Zhou Yiqiao shook his head, trying to forget this matter.
However, the image seemed to have taken root in his mind. The more he tried to forget it, the clearer the details became.
This feeling shook his whole body, as if he had a high fever in his previous life, feeling confused and unable to control his consciousness!
"Damn, you were so careless."
Zhou Yiqiao cursed in his heart and quickly mobilized the power of his soul to protect the most critical sea of consciousness.
Only by holding the clear consciousness of the sea, he can ensure that he can wrestle with this unknown force and prevent himself from completely becoming the puppet of the woman in the words.
However, Zhou Yiqiao underestimated the strength of the woman in the painting.
In just a moment, Zhou Yiqiao's soul power collapsed, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually fell into chaos.
His consciousness entered the body of a second-generation ancestor in his previous life, and he spent all his time in ecstasy and dissipation, completely forgetting the fact that he was an immortal cultivator.
He fights, he drives cars, he can easily cause huge disasters, and as long as he bows to his parents afterwards, the two elders can quickly settle the trouble for him.
Until one day, he woke up on the body of a naked woman and suddenly recalled his memories of later life.
He discovered that he was already a great practitioner who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul. He fell into this illusion because of his negligence while exploring a secret realm.
He wanted to escape, but the naked beauty behind him stretched out her jade arms to pull him back to her beauty.
Year after year, day after day, gradually, the memories of later generations of cultivating immortals became more and more blurred in his mind, as if it would not be long before he would be indulged in this world of drunkenness and dreams.
At this time, the naked woman tempted him again, and her sweet voice came out.
"Don't you want to marry me?"
Zhou Yiqiao was about to agree, when suddenly, a look of viciousness flashed across the woman's face.
She held a dagger in her hand and stabbed his throat without hesitation!
The blood splashed on the woman's fair skin, adding a bit of coquettishness.
Zhou Yiqiao opened his eyes and looked at the familiar but distant palaces around him, as well as the dagger stuck in his chest.
The woman in the painting in front of her has disappeared without a trace.
"I'm actually not dead!"
Zhou Yiqiao was surprised. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wound, using his spiritual power to pull out the dagger.
The dagger had a deep scratch, and he reluctantly threw it to the ground.
Zhou Yiqiao rubbed his painful forehead and carefully recalled every detail of the scene just now.
After a long time, he felt the hot breath behind him, and a playful smile finally appeared on his painful face.
"Finally, you have shown up."
He said coldly.
As his words fell, the popularity behind him disappeared, and countless ripples appeared in the entire space.
The space was broken and restored. Although the scene remained unchanged, in the blank space of the painting, the woman had returned to the painting.
A wisp of red smoke floated out from the painting, and an ethereal female figure slowly formed in front of Zhou Yiqiao.
She was dressed in red, with her long hair hanging over her shoulders, her brows full of spring, and her every frown and smile were captivating.
"When did you find out?"
Zhou Yiqiao sneered.
"The first dream reminds me of my identity as an immortal cultivator."
The woman was slightly surprised and looked at Zhou Yiqiao curiously, as if she was looking at a novel toy.
"Tell me how you found yourself in the illusion. As long as you answer truthfully, I will consider you to have passed the test of the secret realm."
Zhou Yiqiao said slowly without comment.
"What if I don't tell you?"
The woman giggled, as if she had heard a very funny joke.
"Do you think you can escape from me?"
The woman's laughter stopped suddenly, and her pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a look of horror.
What did she see?
At this moment, Zhou Yiqiao actually stood in front of her and grabbed her neck.
"As long as I know that this place is still an illusion, why can't I escape from your hands?"
He exerted a slight force, and the woman's neck in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.
"As early as when I recalled the memories of future generations in the first illusion, I guessed that you would have such a method."
"As you can see, I have the memory of two lives, and the strength of my soul is far beyond that of ordinary people. It is not an existence that you can shake."
After speaking, the woman's jade-like neck was completely crushed by Zhou Yiqiao, and the surrounding environment was shattered again as the blood in the woman's throat was splashed.
This time, the environment in the palace finally returned to calm.
There is no blank scroll, no illusory woman, only the intact Zhou Yiqiao that has not yet fallen into the illusion, and a passage leading to the underground revealed after the screen is moved.
Zhou Yiqiao got into the passage. He swam for a stick of incense before and suddenly found that the water level in front of him dropped rapidly.
He quickened his movements and continued moving, and soon he was standing in a dry corridor.
After walking forward for a stick of incense, a splendid treasure house finally appeared in front of me.
Although the space of the treasure house is extremely small, the mountains of precious items demonstrate the wealth and nobility of their owners.
Zhou Yiqiao didn't pay much attention to these, he walked straight towards the deepest part.
His footsteps made a thumping sound on the hard stone slab without stopping.
He went all the way down the stairs and finally reached the end.
"Boom."
The stone door deep in the treasure house was pushed open by Zhou Yiqiao with brute force. A gloomy coldness hit his face, followed by a rotten and damp breath.
Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows. He was afraid of being deceived, so he immediately sealed his nose and retreated first.
After a long while, he was fully prepared, and with the aura protecting him, he stepped into the room again and saw a giant coffin in the center of the room.
He walked closer and carefully observed the huge coffin, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
There is no other reason. In the coffin, there is a puppet made entirely of jade, exuding the pressure of the god-transformation monk.
