Luochuan traveled through the long river of time twice, one was to travel back and forth to the ancient Tiannan Region hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the other was to understand the three principles of fall, accidents and truth in the long river of time.

In addition, Luo Chuan also proved the original way.

Although he does not have the ability to open the long river of time, he can be unobstructed as long as he enters the long river of time. Even the real long river of time cannot do anything to him, let alone the virtual illusion of time.

Ziyun also traveled along the long river of time from the ancient Tiannan Region hundreds of thousands of years ago. Although the sorrow of time did not leave anything on his face, it brought him a young white hair.

In the audience, even if Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitianwai who could not see through the truth, Luo Chuan was confident that he and Ziyun were well-deserved to be ranked first in terms of time and morality.

Before the exit of the ten passages, the young monks were silent, staring at the ancient mirror table in front of them and secretly adjusting their mood and spirit.

Xiaorou pulled her eyes back from Ran Fengjun, calmed down, and began to adjust her mood.

Almost subconsciously, she turned her head slightly and looked at the majestic boy with white hair.

After a moment, Xiaorou was stunned.

The white-haired boy looked calm and calmly and looked at the ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue not far away.

Next to the white-haired boy, the twelve-year-old boy looked at the ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue, with even more dull eyes.

All of them were concentrating on thinking and adjusting their state of mind, but they looked calm and calm, and the twelve-year-old boy had a trace of ordinary and unremarkable meaning in his eyes.

Looking back on the other party's actions in the void channel, Xiaorou's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and she became more and more curious about the origin of the two people.

In the eyes of others, this young man in the realm of two tall and short, who only came here all the way after a great fortune, but in Xiaorou's eyes, these two young men were even more unfathomable than Yuan Shitian and even Ran Fengjun.

"I'll do it first."

A cold sound rang.

In a corner of the crowd, Ye Jiufan raised his head, put the black bead into his sleeves, and slowly walked towards the ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue.

Some descendants of the emperor not far away looked at Ye Jiufan and sneered silently.

Rong Xiaojia opened his eyes, flashed and appeared in front of Ye Jiufan, and reached out to stop him: "The last time was your first one, and it's my turn this time."

Rong Xiaojia's tone was faintly kind, but it fell into Ye Jiufan's ears. But it was like the descendants of the other emperors, with a hint of mockery.

Ye Jiufan took a breath, looked straight into Rong Xiaojia's eyes, and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Rong Xiaojia was stunned, with a faint disappointment in his eyes.

Thinking of the two of them joining forward together, Ye Sufan suddenly felt a little regretful. But he soon became hard again. He did not look at Rong Xiaojia's eyes, and then pushed away Rong Xiaojia's hand and walked forward.

"Hey, my surname is Ye, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xiaoyi couldn't see it, and appeared in front of Rong Xiaojia, staring at him coldly.

"My Brother Long said this to you with kindness. Why are you not tactful?" Cheng Xiaobing looked dissatisfied.

Ye Jiufan looked at Rong Xiaojia and the other two, and felt something slipping away from his fingertips.

Friendship...

Ye Jiufan laughed at himself in his heart.

Since he remembered, he was the least popular person in Yetu. He would be pointed out, ridiculed, scolded, contemptuous, and avoided him wherever he went... He was the first disaster star in Yetu. He was used to loneliness and had practiced alone for more than ten years, and even his practice was learned secretly. Not to mention that someone would teach him how to get along with others.

Because of this, although he has excellent talent and understanding, he has been relying on his own exploration for a long time and lacks guidance. At the level of Taoism, there is a certain gap between him and his peers, such as Rong Xiaojia and Xiaorou.

Ye Jiufan took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more and more cold, and he looked like he was keeping others from thousands of miles away.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing became more and more angry, and the three of them once again formed a tense situation.

"Okay, okay. Is there anything to fight for? Do you really want others to laugh at us?" Xiaorou came to the front of several people and pretended to be tense: "Don't fight. I'll come first in this round, and then you three, Xiaoye, you last one."

Ye Jiufan glanced at the descendants of the emperor who were not far away to have fun and savored his lips, and did not speak.

"It's settled." Rong Xiaojia didn't go to see Ye Jiufan anymore, and looked at Xiaorou who was walking towards the ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue.

In a blink of an eye, Xiaorou was brought into the ancient mirror Taichung by white light, and at this time, a monk also stood in front of the nine ancient water moon platforms on both sides.

Time passed quietly, one incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks, and four incense sticks... On both sides of the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform, monks kept throwing out. After landing, the first thing they did was heal their wounds on the spot. Almost everyone had gained something, but they did not break the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform.

"Xiaoyun, don't be nervous. In my opinion, she is actually more calm than Rong Xiaojia and the others. If she can't hold on, she will definitely choose to quit." Luo Chuan whispered.

"Yeah." Ziyun nodded, staring straight at Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform, and clenched his fists.

Just after the sixth incense stick, a figure flew backwards from Taichung, the ancient mirror of the water moon.

"It's out." Ziyun sighed relieved.

"Six incense sticks, only six years, can last for so long." Luo Chuan said.

"Well, she is the first one who can last for so long. And she hasn't been injured yet." Ziyun said softly, hesitating for a moment, and did not step forward.

Xiaorou did not land directly, but crossed her legs in the air and slowly fell down.

"Don't show off, the more illusion the illusion goes, the more it breaks. It's so amazing." Xiaorou wiped the sweat beads on her forehead, said to Rong Xiaojia and others on the side, then closed her eyes and began to feel it.

"It's my turn." Rong Xiaojia raised his head, and a strong sense of confidence appeared on his face.

"Brother Long, it must be done." Yan Xiaoyi clenched his fists.

"Yes, this time we must make them look at each other with admiration." Cheng Xiaobing glanced at the older descendants of the emperor and clenched his fists.

Ye Jiufan didn't say anything or go forward to fight for it. He turned his head to the other side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Rong Xiaojia walked to the mirror table and was sucked in by white light.

One incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks... Six incense sticks, Rong Xiaojia's time to enter the time illusion has exceeded Xiaorou.

Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing showed joy on their faces, and Xiaorou opened her eyes. Ye Jiufan stared at the ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue without blinking.

It was almost time for the seven incense sticks, and Luo Chuan opened his eyes and shook his head.

"It's coming out." A faint purple light flashed in Ziyun's eyes and she whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Xiaojia flew out of the mirror, sat cross-legged, sighed inwardly, and then closed his eyes.

Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing were also full of regrets. Ye Jiufan, not far away, looked at Rong Xiaojia's back, and a pity flashed deep in his cold eyes.

Then Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing appeared. Both of them survived five incense sticks, but were bounced out when less than six incense sticks.

By this time, there were many monks sitting cross-legged and experiencing the experience. The one who had the longest support in the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Taichung was a descendant of the Emperor at the peak of the first-level Guixu level. He supported seven incense sticks, that is, he had passed through seven time illusions and stayed in the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Taichung for seven years. No one, including the ordinary cabin, could break through the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Taichung.

Such powerful people as Ran Fengjun, Yuan Shitian, Qi Xinyue and others have not taken action yet.

Ye Jiufan took a breath and opened his eyes. The dark eyes were filled with a cold breath, and his spirit instantly climbed to the peak and stepped forward.

Although Rong Xiaojia, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing were cross-legged, they were all paying attention to Ye Jiufan. Their side had all failed, and only Ye Jiufan was left. If he could not break the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform, their group would be completely defeated.

Ye Jiufan had just taken two steps, and the voice of a young man sounded in his ears.

"I'll do this."

Ye Jiufan was stunned, and then he noticed that the twelve or three-year-old boy was standing in front of him.

When did he appear?

Confusion flashed through Ye Jiufan's mind.

It must be because my attention was attracted by the ancient mirror platform and I didn’t notice it.

Ye Jiufan looked at Luo Chuan coldly: "Get out of the way."

Luo Chuan's face showed a green smile, and he did not move.

Looking at the smile on Luo Chuan's face, Ye Jiufan couldn't help but recall the sympathy that the boy showed to him before, and suddenly became angry: "Do you really think that you have come here all the way by your own ability? Let it go!"

After saying that, Ye Jiufan withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to Luo Chuan, so he wanted to walk forward.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his steps could not move, and a deterrent without maliciousness surged from the side, holding him on the spot.

What's going on?

Ye Jiufan felt a little shocked in his heart and looked at Luo Chuan in disbelief.

At this time, Luo Chuan had turned around and walked towards the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform.

Rong Xiaojia looked at Ye Jiufan in confusion, and was puzzled by Ye Jiufan, who was actually persuaded by Luo Chuan.

Xiaorou opened her eyes and looked at Luo Chuan, showing expectation.

On the other side, Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian turned their heads at the same time and looked at Luo Chuan, one with a deep gaze and the other with an interest on their face.

In addition, only a few people turned their eyes to Luo Chuan, but they took them back in an instant. The monks were either thinking about how to crack the ancient mirror platform of the Water Moon, or sitting cross-legged to the feeling.

The white light enveloped Luo Chuan into the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform.

The moon in the water is broken through the sky.

Luo Chuan fell into the first illusion of time, looking at the crowded land of the capital, his body swayed, stepped on the long river of time, and in a blink of an eye, he had already crossed a year, breaking through the critical point of this illusion with one punch.

Bang!

The illusion was divided into pieces, and countless strange phenomena turned into powder with Luo Chuan's punch, fluttering and spreading into the long river of time.

The long river of time swayed slightly, and another illusion was born. This illusion was more complex and changed more than the previous time.

Without thinking, Luo Chuan punched the illusion, stepped on the long river of time, and flew in the illusion of time like a mirror and a moon.

After nine fists, Luo Chuan came to the tenth illusion.

The tenth illusion is already a bustling world of monks, and the changes are more complicated than the previous nine illusion.

"Yuan Shitian didn't say anything, maybe he wasn't very clear. This ancient mirror platform of Shuiyue is actually a magic weapon for cultivation step by step. If you can understand the nine illusions in front one by one, the last one will be able to capture... Ye Jiufan, I'll give it to you."

Luo Chuan whispered, his body shook back and left the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!