Chapter 800 Mingxin Goodbye

"Take the Mingxin Trial again."

Early in the morning, Ye Fan came to Yangxin Palace.

As expected, the Mingxin Sect Master did not return overnight, and he had a lot more time.

"Can you pass the 70th floor this time?" In front of the crystal ball, the Discipline Elder asked with some expectation: "It seems that you are more determined than last time."

"Indeed." Ye Fan nodded, and there was not much conversation between the two. Soon, the mechanism was activated, and the illusion of the Mingxin Trial was opened again.

I have been here many times, and the previous floors are familiar. I went smoothly all the way and came to the 70th floor as usual.

"Long time no see." Pushing open the door, a familiar figure emerged, and Ye Fan also breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked in and sat down at the dining table, his movements were natural and casual, as if he was going home.

"It seems that you have gained a lot." The woman looked at Ye Fan and brought out the same meal.

"I thought it would take a long time for you to come to me."

"Something happened, so I came a little earlier." Ye Fan answered, looking at the food in front of him, without picking up his chopsticks, but continued: "I have realized a lot of my ideas. Compared with the last time I came to see you, I have the real possibility of realizing those ideas."

"Then you did a great job." The woman smiled sweetly: "Keep working hard, Ye Fan."

"You..." This made Ye Fan silent for a while, and then he picked up the chopsticks on the table.

"Stay with me for a while." The woman sat down and held Ye Fan's hand.

This is the illusion of the Mingxin Trial. After the seventieth level, it not only reproduced the woman that Ye Fan had been thinking about day and night in his mind, but also manifested her mind.

This is why it is difficult for someone to really pass the Mingxin Trial, even if you know that the person in front of you is an illusion, even if you have told yourself countless times in your heart that this is fake, but such a person, she talks to you as usual, thinking like a living person.

How can you not be touched?

"Okay." Ye Fan nodded and put down his chopsticks. It was rare that he looked at the woman quietly, and his eyes suddenly flashed with an inexplicable color.

"Zhao Linghua, tell me, is there a possibility that I can take you out of the 70th level of this Mingxin Trial?"

"No." Zhao Linghua shook her head: "I am not a real person, but an illusion portrayed according to the impression in your mind."

"I don't exist, how can I take you out?"

"But what if it is possible?" Ye Fan replied, and the words he said were so absurd that he even found them funny.

"Don't let yourself walk into a corner." Zhao Linghua gently patted the back of Ye Fan's hand: "Ye Fan, we will meet again."

"Sometimes I can really understand the giant." Ye Fan shook his head and looked at Zhao Linghua, his eyes were inexplicably complicated: "Speaking of which, he and I are the same kind of people, but I have a chance to start over again."

"But at the same time, I will never meet you again. The giant has to endure the curse of immortality, but he can meet his former lover every time he wakes up."

"Because everything has changed, I am me, but we are not us." Zhao Linghua still smiled: "But this is also good, isn't it?"

"When you have done everything, maybe I haven't married yet, you can pretend to be a gangster on the roadside and whistle at me."

"Then I have to be faster." Ye Fan replied, also smiled, and stood up.

And the next moment, a staircase appeared in the originally quiet small bridge and flowing water.

"Are you going to go up and take a look?" Seeing Ye Fan's actions, Zhao Linghua asked gently.

"Besides you, I don't know who is waiting for me."

"Maybe, it's a memory buried deep in your mind. After the seventy-first floor, it's your real inner demon. Every time you pass through a floor, your state of mind will be closer to perfection." Zhao Linghua answered, and stood up, watching Ye Fan walk towards the steps, and just waved.

"Come back to see me more often, keep working hard."

...

"The seventy-first floor."

In the Yangxin Palace, as the sign of the seventy-first floor lit up, the eyes of the Discipline Elder changed a little.

"This kid must have passed the seventy-first floor a long time ago."

"Incredible." Wu An didn't know when he came to the hall, looking at the seventy-first floor that lit up, and was about to praise, but suddenly, the lights flickered, and the next moment, Ye Fan appeared in the hall with a panic expression on his face.

"Why did you fail so quickly?" The Discipline Elder was a little surprised: "Can't you stay on the seventy-first floor for that long?"

"I don't know either." Ye Fan answered, at this moment, his face was not only panic, but also puzzled.

The seventy-first floor is indeed a memory, when he died in the Space-Time Dragon.

Ji Jie was right beside him, and his triumphant smile and words echoed in his ears.

"This memory is actually the inner demon that I can't get through." Ye Fan was a little confused. In his new life, he did have a lot of hatred for Ji Jie at first, but as he stepped onto the chessboard, he didn't care much about Ji Jie, who was an insignificant chess piece.

The hatred of the past was just a casual matter, and the Ji family didn't end well. Ji Jie died, and the Ji family even had the floor of their home dug up and taken away by Ye Fan.

Logically speaking, he had already let go of this past, but why did it appear in the Mingxin Trial and easily lead to his fear.

"Is it really my inner demon..."

"What did you encounter?" The Discipline Elder came to Ye Fan: "It looks like you are in a panic."

"It's the desperate situation I encountered before." Ye Fan shook his head: "It's strange, I thought I didn't care about it, but I don't know why, I encountered it in the trial of enlightenment."

"People's hearts don't lie." The elder of discipline said bluntly: "I haven't been to such a high level, but according to my experience, you will fail, half of it is because of some trauma to this memory."

"It may be a person or an object, you need to face the inner demon."

"But the person has been killed by me." Ye Fan replied, and then he suddenly paused and looked at the special pattern on his arm.

Space-time dragon.

"You may have found the answer." Seeing Ye Fan's look, the elder of discipline nodded.

"Where can I find this thing..." Ye Fan's eyes gradually deepened.

"Just do your best." Discipline waved his hand: "Young friend, you don't have to be obsessed with solving the inner demon. As we said when we first met, the purpose of the Mingxin Trial is to let people let go of their obsessions, rather than being trapped by them."

"After the 70th level, you can choose one more treasure for each additional level. Instead of being obsessed with how to solve it, why don't you think about what to choose later?"

"Can I still choose?" Ye Fan was stunned by this.

"Of course I can." The Discipline Elder smiled slightly: "Mingxin Sect has never deprived you of your disciple status, and you have met the standards, why can't you choose?"

"Mingxin Sect is worthy of being the number one sect in the world." Ye Fan replied, with a smile in his eyes.

"In that case, I would like to thank you for your courage."

"Just follow me." Discipline waved his hand casually, and Wu An, who was standing aside, was a little moved.

He was the son of the Overlord, but the things in the treasure hall of Mingxin Sect made him excited.

...

Click, click.

The treasure hall was opened again, and this time, without other things to deal with, Ye Fan chose more carefully.

"I hope you can choose something that suits you this time." Perhaps remembering that last time Ye Fan used the opportunity to choose treasures to choose things related to monks, the precepts reminded at the door.

"It's still three quarters of an hour."

"I will." Ye Fan also nodded in response and searched on the treasure shelf.

Although the Mingxin Sect's treasure house is not as large as the human race's treasure house, the collections in it can be called the best choice.

For a while, Ye Fan was still a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to choose.

"This time, I should choose something practical." Looking at it, Ye Fan stopped, his eyes locked on the treasure shelf in the corner, and he muttered to himself.

"What treasure should I choose?"