Chapter 65: The Pride of Heaven 8

Chapter 65 The Pride of Heaven 8
When my thoughts came here, a silver light flickered, and my spiritual consciousness was pushed out of the formation.
The examiner was immediately covered with cold sweat, and the head was standing beside him with a frown, looking in the mirror, his brows furrowed, it seemed that everything was already known.
"Head, this...how can it be good? This is different from the past. Once a mistake is made, even the soul will be destroyed. I don't know who actually changed the difficulty to a hundred times the original!" The examiner's heart sank. It's a pity that this rare wizard is going to fall.
The head twirled his beard and raised his hand to the mirror, "You and I are unknown to what the destiny does. The Chenfeng entering the battlefield was different from everyone."
The examiner’s expression relaxed a little, yes, to become the second wizard, he must not be broken here, but this is too difficult, there are thousands of disciples, there are only one or two, this Half of one or two geniuses will die in trials, and those who can survive are the geniuses. The Canglang Sect has only produced one for thousands of years.
Tian Miao glanced at Ying Long, who was shaking his head next to him, and asked casually: "The last time Ye Chenfeng entered the formation, you changed the difficulty of the formation? Did they think it was the fate?"
Ying Long was still watching the performance of Jiewenzhan, but when he heard Tianmiao’s question, he almost broke out in cold sweat, busy explaining: "They were stupid and thought it was the destiny. How dare I do things for Lord Tiandao? what?"
"I think it's the truth that you don't want to do things for Lord Tiandao." Huanghou made up the knife next to him.
Ying Long glared at Huanghou: "You really don't open which pot you want to pick up which pot. Be careful! What nonsense!"
"Boss, do you think this interpretation will break the battle?" Dong Xiao asked curiously. Dong Xiao didn't want to care about Huanghou and Ying Long at all. He always felt that once he paid attention to it, his IQ would be easily lowered by them. So he ignored him and turned to ask the owner.
"I don't know." Tianmiao closed his eyes lazily, shook the chair and ate a snack leisurely.
Dongxiao and Huanghou looked at each other, not knowing, but the owner didn't bother to know.
It seems that this interpretation of Wenzhan is indeed not the man of fate in this world.
Ying Long looked into the mirror with wide eyes, and whispered in surprise: "Oh, this curly boy, is it..."
Jie Wen Zhan turned the judge's pen in his hand, staring at the star map without removing his eyes.
The atmosphere outside the formation was surprisingly tense. Everyone was silent, and they looked into the mirror attentively. At this time, I was afraid that a needle would fall on the ground and the sound would be heard.
Finally half an hour passed.
After that, Jie Wenzhan slowly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and the calm expression appeared again.
He made a move that made everyone open their mouths.
Lean back, slowly, stand upside down with one hand, looking back at the constellation map, the left hand Judge's pen makes a few points in the air, and every time the judge's pen stops, a star will follow to move. In the huge galaxy, the seemingly chaotic star palace is in The judge moves in an orderly manner.
Next, Jie Wen Zhan is facing up, looking at the half-adjusted star palace, if it continues to be arranged according to the ordinary astrology, it is too simple, simply write the word trap in a straightforward and bright manner.
I saw him put together and pointed towards the middle of his forehead, a thin red line of spiritual consciousness leaped out with his fingertips, and his feet turned down and turned like a foot on top of a star.
(End of this chapter)