Princess Against the World

The endless suffocation sank into his heart, making Feng Chenglin want to struggle to break through the water countless times.

But when Ling Luoyu's tragic situation came to mind, he gave up this idea of ​​life again.

Brothers in the same robe, if you can't be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, then you will die in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

He must not let his brother go on the road alone and go to hell alone.

The extreme suffocation caused his mind to lack oxygen, and endless hallucinations began to flash.

Just when his consciousness was about to collapse and he fell into a deep sleep forever, his arm tightened tightly, and then a stabbing pain spread from his forehead.

Almost instantly, his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and the pain pierced his heart.

In the extreme pain, all his consciousness returned instantly, he yelled, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"ah!"

The light in front of him was still so bright and soft, but it was no longer the color of gold, but dancing candlelight.

In an instant, all memories began to recover.

Gold, river water, the Supreme Phantom Spider, and the three masters! !

San Shao? !

Feng Chenglin's heart trembled again, and he instinctively touched his surroundings.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master?!"

"Then..." The sour voice hit my ears suddenly, like a thunderbolt.

Feng Chenglin trembled all over, and turned to look in extreme horror.

Mo Xuanchen sat quietly on one side, holding a teacup in his hand, the streamer on the golden mask was not comparable to the radiance in his eyes.

"Respect... Your Majesty!"

Feng Chenglin stammered, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Mo Xuanchen's lips curved into a different kind of smile: "I really didn't realize that you can still die for her!"

The corner of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched, looking rather embarrassed.

"That...we are different...she and I are brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuanchen coughed suddenly, obviously he didn't want Feng Chenglin to talk too much.

"There she is, she hasn't woken up yet!"

Following Mo Xuanchen's pouting lips, Feng Chenglin saw Ling Luoyu lying on the side.

On a round white jade cold bed, several of them lay there in a circle.

Except for Ling Luoyu, there was an old man in white robe standing in front of the others.

Each white-robed old man put his hands on the foreheads of Wu Yefeng and the others, with different expressions.

Feng Chenglin looked at Mo Xuanchen carefully, "What are they... doing?!"

"They are psychiatrists, using their spiritual power to spy on their affairs in the illusion..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but look at Ling Luoyu, thinking that the two of them are the ones who have no one to spy on!

Before he could finish his thoughts, Mo Xuanchen's wicked laughter had already entered his ears.

"Everything about the two of you in the illusion, I personally peeped!"

Feng Chenglin smiled dryly: "That's really an honor..."

Even a fool can tell that this lord has a jealous tone.

His honor must have something to do with Ling Luoyu.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything outrageous to Ling Luoyu in the illusion, otherwise he would probably be dead by now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

This lord's taste is really unique.

He can handle games like illusions.

But then again-

"My lord, what is this illusion...?"

"Illusion is a test for you! It is also a necessary step to select core disciples!"

Feng Chenglin screamed and almost jumped up: "Core disciple?!"

He is now a brown-robed disciple. In terms of cultivation base and ability, he is completely incomparable with the core disciples. Why did he come to talk about the core disciples? !

Furthermore, the core disciples all started with Xuanhuang's cultivation base, so why would they want him to have this Xuanhun cultivation base? !