Chapter 327 Seventy

On the twelfth floor, Ye Fan stayed here. The illusion around him was very real, but the evolved environment was not vast, with only a small house.

That house was the small house where Ye Fan and his friends lived in Pingcheng. The door was open. In the courtyard, a family of three sat around the table, and Xiaobai squatted on one side.

Laughter and joy, this scene seemed very warm.

Ye Fan stayed here for a long time, looking at the scene in front of him, without making a sound or moving his feet.

"If I don't embark on this path of cultivation, such a scene may appear in my daily life." After a long time, Ye Fan made a sound and looked at the scene in front of him. Even though he knew it was an illusion, his eyes were still moved.

The accidental early death of his parents in his previous life has always been his regret. He tried his best to change many things in this life, but he wanted to fight and was destined to give up the time to be with his family.

The family happiness in front of him is him as an ordinary person accompanying his family and living an ordinary life.

"Hey, Fan'er, what are you doing standing at the door, kid? It's time to eat." While he was thinking, a voice came from inside the house. Ye Lincheng raised his chopsticks and spoke to Ye Fan. On the side, Brigitte Lin also waved to Ye Fan.

"Wangwang." Xiaobai also called out, and on the side, the illusory Ye Fan stood up with a smile on his face.

Ye Fan stopped there, and finally, he took a step.

As he took a step, another Ye Fan gradually faded away in the house.

Click, click.

In the illusion, Ye Fan's footsteps were very clear, and the family in the house were not in a hurry, waiting for him with smiles.

In the end, the footsteps stopped at the door of the house, and Ye Fan clearly felt the repulsion of the surrounding illusions.

This was a reminder that as long as he took another step, this trial would be considered a failure.

"I thought I could get in." Ye Fan made a sound, stood firm, looked at Ye Lincheng and Lin Qingxia inside the door, could only smile helplessly, raised his hand, and pulled the door handle.

The door slowly closed, and Lin Qingxia's voice sounded inside the door, "Son, today we have your favorite hot pot meat, don't you come back to eat it?"

After saying this, Ye Fan's movements paused a little, but then he smiled and waved.

"Wait a little longer, I will come back when I get everything done."

"It won't be too long, I promise."

Click.

The voice fell, and at the same time, the door closed, everything around turned into ripples, and the house gradually faded at this moment, indicating that Ye Fan successfully passed the twelfth level of the Mingxin Trial.

The surrounding environment changed again, but this time, Ye Fan paused, did not look up, and took a deep breath.

This is the horror of the Mingxin Trial. In addition to the worldly desires of the first eleven levels, it attacks your choices, the life you have imagined, the regrets you have not made up for, the promises you have not fulfilled, or more accurately, your obsessions.

People always have obsessions. Even if your heart is as hard as iron, even if you know it is an illusion, you will still be affected.

"Huh." After a long time, Ye Fan let out a long breath. After all, after a hundred years of life, he still has the ability to self-regulate.

Looking up, Ye Fan's eyes became firm again. Looking at the new scene in front of him, there seemed to be a flicker of fire in his eyes.

"In the last life, I was seventeen years old, and I only broke through to the thirty-first floor when I left the Mingxin Sect. I don't know how far I can go in this life."

"It won't be worse than that time."

...

Outside the illusion, the old man seemed a little surprised when he saw the twelfth mark on the wall.

But soon, he nodded with some satisfaction, "After stepping out of the twelfth floor, my mind is clear. In the future, I should be able to step out of many floors."

And just as the old man expected, after passing the twelfth floor, the engraving on the wall soon lit up again.

Twelve, thirteen, it didn't take long for the engraving to reach more than thirty.

After a while, the engraving exceeded forty.

And the forty engravings did not stop, and continued to light up. Until this time, the old man's expression gradually became a little surprised, looking at the engravings on the wall, his brows gradually frowned.

"How can a child in his teens have such a firm state of mind."

"Not bad." A voice sounded beside the old man. The old man was stunned and turned his head to look. When he saw it was Yun Yu, he seemed a little surprised, "Teacher Yun Yu, why are you here?"

"Since he is the student assigned to me by the elders, I will naturally pay more attention to him." Yun Yu replied, but his eyes were focused on the engraving on the wall, "According to this progress, he should be able to break through to more than 50 levels."

"Elder Discipline, in the history of Mingxin Sect, what is the highest record in the Mingxin Trial."

"Seventy-nine levels, left by the Sword Saint." The old man replied , but seemed to remember something, "The Taoist said that this boy is practicing the sword technique left by the Sword Saint."

After saying this, the old man seemed to suddenly realize, "No wonder this kid is so determined."

"Throughout the ages, there have been many people who have inherited the Sword Saint's legacy. Isn't there a sword pavilion in the West Sea that claims to be the descendant of the Sword Saint? Among them, there are not many people with outstanding mental state." Yun Yu shook his head, "Swordsmanship is just a technique. Although it can also temper people's character, it may not be very effective."

"Teacher Yun Yu means that this boy's character is determined, not because of swordsmanship?" The old man was a little surprised and doubtful.

"I can only say that he is not like him." Yun Yu replied, and seemed to recall something. "He has some of his ancestors' shadows. He believes in ending war with war. When he came yesterday, he argued with me."

"His ancestors didn't make it through so many levels." The old man replied.

"His ancestors believed too much that his path was right. The Mingxin Trial was more like a question to him." Yun Yu seemed to see through it and thought of something. He sighed faintly, "He, the descendant, did better than his ancestors in this regard."

"I don't know if he did better, but at least he should be more polite." The old man muttered. At this moment, he was a little curious about Ye Fan's achievements. "I don't know how many levels this kid can get through."

"It shouldn't be more than sixty levels."

"I don't know." Yun Yu shook his head and leaned on the door plaque beside him.

The engravings were still increasing. After a while, they finally broke through the sixty mark.

This surprised both of them. Obviously, the sixtieth floor was already a shocking achievement. Even among the elders who stayed in Mingxin Sect for many years, no more than ten could pass the sixtieth floor.

"He is still going on." Seeing the engraving continue to light up until he broke through the sixty-third floor, the Discipline Elder could not sit still, "This kid must be a monster. With a mentality of a teenager, how can he go further than me in the Mingxin Trial?"

"Is there something wrong with the trial light ball? I'll go and see."

After the voice fell, the engraving lit up again, and not long after, another layer lit up.

"Sixty-five, Master Yunyu, this kid has surpassed you." At this moment, the Discipline Elder's eyes were wide open.

Yunyu's face changed slightly, and the two seemed to stare at the progress chart on the wall in tacit understanding.

Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine, and then, it was stuck here.

"In Mingxin Sect, there hasn't been anyone above the 70th level for more than a hundred years." Time passed, and the Discipline Elder spoke. At this moment, he even had some sweat on his forehead. Looking at Ye Fan, who was still in the illusion and standing quietly in the field, he actually had a hint of expectation.

Yun Yu was the same, and time passed slowly in the tension of the two.

In a blink of an eye, a few hours passed, and suddenly, Ye Fan's body trembled violently, as if he had experienced some kind of struggle, and the veins on his forehead were beating violently.

"Not good, this kid is trying to break through the illusion by force." Seeing this scene, the Discipline Elder immediately spoke and raised the pseudo-beating whip in his hand.

On the side, Yun Yu seemed to want to wait a little longer, but thinking of the horrible consequences of getting lost in the illusion, he raised his hand and put it down again.

Snap.

This whip was thrown out and exploded in the air. It seemed that the power was so strong that it would wake up in pain after being whipped.

Ye Fan's trembling did not stop. The Whip of God was coming at him at high speed. Seeing that it was about to fall on him, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes and stepped back violently.

Snap, snap, snap.

He obviously did not wake up naturally. His backward movement was a bit awkward. He did not stop until he hit the wall.

Snap!

At the same time, the Whip of God hit the ground, making a crisp sound. This sound seemed to wake Ye Fan up at this time, and he could not stop panting violently.

"You kid, the breakthrough of the illusion can only rely on the natural state of mind. If you force your way through, you will die if you are not careful. Do you understand?" The elder of the precepts cursed and walked towards Ye Fan quickly. Just as he was about to reach out to support Ye Fan, Ye Fan suddenly stopped panting and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you think it was dangerous enough just now?" The elder of the precepts cursed and was about to continue, but at this moment, the engraving on the wall lit up.

The mark seemed particularly bright, illuminating Ye Fan's smile, and at the same time, it also made the Discipline Elder and Yun Yu pause.

"This..."

The Discipline Elder's hand stopped in the air, looking at the lit mark, his eyes gradually became horrified.

"You made it through the 70th floor!"