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Chapter 99

On the fifth floor, two monks are teaming up to fight a fierce monster.

The monster has a huge physique, with four legs and two wings, surrounded by wind and thunder, with its hooves stepping on fire, with purple and gold horns on its head, it is majestic and majestic.

The two monks were beaten by the monster so that they could only parry but were powerless to fight back. One of them complained: "Why hasn't anyone come up from below, just the two of us, how can we survive this fight?"

Another person said: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight. This time, we managed to rush to the fifth floor so quickly. Even if we can't compare to the geniuses in front of us, we will be rewarded as long as we break into the top ten, so we must persevere!"

"It's easy for you to say... Eh? Someone came up?!"

The man looked at Mirror Yingrong who appeared on the fifth floor in surprise.

Jing Yingrong glanced at the two of them, and then his eyes fell on the monster.

The monster let out a long roar, left the two of them behind, and rushed towards Jing Yingrong unstoppably, a sphere with a dancing light arc quickly condensed from the tip of the horn on its head.

Jing Yingrong pointed her finger, and the cloud flew up, straightened like a sharp sword, and pierced through the body of the monster in an instant.

All the monster's movements stopped immediately, like a frozen picture, and then the picture gradually disintegrated and turned into smoke.

Yun Luo returned to the crook of his arm, and Jing Yingrong looked up.

On the dome in the center, strange lights flashed, and a small monster statue slowly descended.The appearance of the statue is the same as the monster beast just now, just like the monster beast after shrinking.

The statue fell to the ground and released a beam of light to connect to the top.The beam of light quickly expanded into a beam of light, and the upper end of the beam of light swayed like water waves.

Jing Yingrong walked into the beam of light, rose slowly in the beam of light, and submerged in the colored light.

The two monks did not wake up from the shock until this moment.

"Who is this?!"

"Who cares about her, follow up first and then talk, or the simulacra will come out again later."

A monk rushed to the beam of light impatiently, but was held back by another person.

"What's the rush? It will take at least half an hour for the simulacra to reappear after being killed. This person is so powerful, what if he sees us as disliked and is worried that we will be ranked first, what should we do?"

"Well...you're right. Let's wait then."

Therefore, when Jing Yingrong reached the sixth floor, she was the only one on the entire sixth floor.

The sixth floor is a maze.

This labyrinth is built with a material that presents a mirror effect, which not only reflects the scene in detail, but also has the effect of isolating the consciousness.In addition, the maze is also covered with large and small spherical polyhedrons, which also have a mirror effect.

Cultivators are in such a maze, it is easy to get completely lost, wandering around in it, and can't find the exit for a long time.

As soon as Jing Yingrong reaches the sixth floor, what he sees are countless "selfs" in all directions in the sky and on the ground.

She frowned rarely, with a look of displeasure in her eyes.

Extreme Flame Bead: "Ah, I'm angry."

A trace of cold killing intent suddenly came out of the sheath, and in an instant, countless cracks appeared on all the mirrors.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Amidst the dense crisp sound, the entire labyrinth was shattered, and then crushed to nothing left.

If the maze does not exist, there will be no exit.Mirror Yingrong teleported directly to the seventh floor.

Jijie Pen hesitated and said: "I know you don't like it, but it's not good to just destroy it like this? It's the property of the sect anyway."

Jing Yingrong was silent for a moment, then said: "I have recovered."

On the sixth floor, as soon as the two monks came up, they couldn't help but looked at each other without seeing the maze.

"What's going on? Where did the Maze Palace go?"

"Could it be that the agency has been changed?"

"Huh? Then we're not..."

Halfway through the conversation, the maze appeared.

The field of vision was filled with countless "selves", and the two monks became dizzy immediately, and couldn't care about anything else.

Right now, Wu Yaochen, Yin Xueze, Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui have reached the eighth floor, so there is no one on the seventh floor.

Three chess pieces appeared in front of Jing Yingrong, two of which were engraved with numbers, namely "one" and "four", and the other was bare with nothing on it.

Then another opaque box appeared, the chess pieces fell into the box, the box was closed, and then split into three small boxes.

Three small boxes quietly floated in front of Jing Yingrong.

Jishajian: "What do you mean, I want you to choose one?"

Jing Yingrong: "I don't know, Shu Pinghui didn't say anything."

Shu Pinghui was interrupted by Lan Chucui before she mentioned the rules of the organization at this level.

Without thinking too much, Jing Yingrong casually took it to the small box in the middle.

As soon as her fingertips touched the box, the small box opened automatically, and a chess piece flew out of it, with "one" engraved on it.

The power of prohibition is launched.

"..."

Jing Yingrong looked expressionlessly at the giant cauldron not far ahead.

Here is the ground floor.

At this time, the ground floor was empty.

Jijie Pen suddenly said: "So the numbers represent the number of layers."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Isn't there another one without a number?"

Jishajian sneered and said, "That means staying put, don't you understand?"

Ji Yanzhu: "Didn't you just know it? You were still asking just now."

Jishajian snorted.

Jijie Pen: "Do you want to climb again?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head: "No need."

She took a step forward and returned to the seventh floor.

The three chess pieces and the box reappeared.This time, one of the three is still without a number, and the other two are engraved with "two" and "five".

After the three small boxes were split, Jing Yingrong's consciousness easily broke through the blockade outside the box, and the three chess pieces inside were unobstructed.

"This level is a test of the power of the divine sense. Only by forcibly breaking through the blockade can you see the condition of the chess pieces. If you are blinded by luck, it is too unreliable." Jijie Pen said.

"Ah."

Jing Yingrong responded, choosing the small box with smooth chess pieces.

Sure enough, this time she stayed where she was and was not teleported.

It happened again like this, and for the third time, there were numbers on all three chess pieces.

Three, six, eight.

Jing Yingrong chose "eight".

After the light flashed, she appeared on the eighth floor.

Two pairs of eyes looked at her in unison.

"Rongrong!"

"Junior Sister Mirror?!"

Shu Pinghui and Lan Chucui were facing each other, and between them stood a ten-meter-tall fusiform lens.

Jing Yingrong nodded to the two in response, then looked at the lens, and asked, "This, how should I do it?"

Shu Pinghui said: "In the limited time, whoever has the highest attack damage to this thing will be able to go up - I said, you are too fast, right? It is obviously the first time to come..."

Shu Pinghui pouted a little dissatisfied.

Lan Chucui's eyes were dark and she didn't speak.

"I see, thanks."

Looking at the lens, Jing Yingrong raised her right hand.

But at this moment, she didn't know that what she did on the seventh floor just now had already caused an uproar outside Qionglou.

(End of this chapter)