Yang Zhengxin's defense was broken.

The spikes in the ground seemed to have opened a third eye.

All his escape routes were chiseled one by one.

Are you going to let people live?

"Shameless brat! How dare you play tricks on me!?"

Yang Zhengxin exited the illusion and glared at Lu Ze and shouted.

"It's a misunderstanding, Elder Yang. Why don't you think about it... Is there something else I missed?"

Lu Ze looked innocent and kindly reminded.

"Absolutely not!"

Yang Zhengxin answered decisively.

“No, no, no…”

Lu Ze quickly waved his hand, pointing to the gap in the middle of the second floor on the left, and kindly reminded:

"Elder Yang, look, is there somewhere we can hide?"

Following Lu Ze's guidance, Yang Zhengxin thought carefully, fearing that the other party would trick him again.

Recalling the path the spikes had taken,

The gap in the middle seems to be the only solution.

Yang Zhengxin stopped talking and looked gloomily at the incense stick that was almost burning out in the center of the Soul Hall.

Not long ago, he made a big promise.

It only takes a stick of incense to break all the traps.

Now, the time of an incense stick is almost up, and I...

Lu Ze saw what Yang Zheng was thinking at a glance.

He quickly suggested:

"Elder Yang, it's impossible to clear a hundred levels in one stick of incense. Don't worry, the conditions I just proposed are appropriate!"

Lu Ze could see that Yang Zhengxin was already thinking of backing off.

In order to keep this magic value baby, he must make a little sacrifice.

Give some hints, and give some steps.

Anyway, there are many pitfalls.

"How about this, clearing one level in one stick of incense?"

Facing Lu Ze's active "signal", Yang Zhengxin was still a little hesitant.

The difficulty lies here.

It's still a bit unrealistic to pass a level in one stick of incense.

But what if he refuses?

It's inevitable to lose face.

How could Lu Ze not know what Yang Zhengxin was thinking?

Just now when Yang Zhengxin was tortured by the trap, he made preparations early in the morning.

Lu Ze rummaged around and pulled out a stick of incense thicker than his from his storage ring.

Yang Zhengxin's eyes widened.

Such a big stick of incense?

Is this even giving people a chance to escape?

"One stick of incense, one level of checkpoint. Elder Yang, do you think this is appropriate?"

Lu Ze asked cheerfully.

Everyone present was stunned.

"This...this stick of incense will burn for at least two hours..."

"When did Junior Brother Lu come up with this thing..."

"In this life, people are still strange. They know when to advance and when to retreat, and when to stop."

"Humph! The disciples trained by my Lingxiao Sect are naturally of good character!"

"It shouldn't be a big problem to pass a level in three hours, right?"

"It shouldn't be a difficult task for Elder Yang."

"Lu Ze is sensible. He knows not to make things difficult for others. As long as he can prove his ability, that's all."

…

A group of disciples and elders defected to Lu Ze.

Yang Zhengxin heard this and felt bitter.

With such a big stick of incense placed here, if he refused again, it would seem that he was afraid.

"Hmph! By the time this stick of incense burns out, I'll have passed at least ten levels!"

Yang Zhengxin snorted coldly, and his consciousness entered the illusion again.

Back to the original starting point.

Yang Zhengxin closed his eyes and looked at the thumbnail map carefully.

First... then... and then...

He sorted out the escape route again and again, memorizing it in his mind.

Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath and ran forward with all his might.

How flexible is Yang Zhengxin's posture?

Jump lightly and turn over.

Thicker ground spikes, protruding iron blocks, obstacles overhead...

No one could stop him.

In a few breaths, he came to the edge of the cliff on the top floor.

Without hesitation, he jumped.

Yang Zhengxin had already memorized the next steps.

"Lure the ground spikes first!"

Yang Zhengxin made two jumps and stabbed into the air, adjusting the direction of his body rotation in advance.

Ground spikes spurted out.

"Go down to the left again... the second floor!"

Because he had adjusted his body in advance, Yang Zhengxin's falling speed was even much faster than the ground spikes!

He landed on the second floor on the left.

"After that... rush to the mezzanine!!"

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly accelerated forward and rushed straight towards the mezzanine.

The top of his head,

The spikes fell faster...

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Qingshan Sect breathed rapidly and waved flags and shouted.

"Elder Yang's movements...are incredibly agile!"

"The ground spikes are also very fast!"

"No!! Elder Yang is faster!!!"

“He’s hiding inside…He’s hiding inside!!”

"Elder Yang is dead!!"

…

Yang Zhengxin just rushed into the mezzanine.

The spikes brought with them a gust of wind, brushing against his scalp as he fell downwards at a very fast speed.

Lu Ze was speechless for a while.

In the illusion, the player's movement speed limit is fixed.

This old man was posing all the time, and it seemed like he was speeding up...

If I didn't do those weird poses, maybe I could go a little faster...

Yang Zhengxin, who was hiding in the crevice, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the falling spikes.

"Humph! You have evil intentions, but that's all!"

Yang Zhengxin held his head high and chest puffed out, speaking proudly.

At this time, the road ahead is flat and clear.

He has cracked the most dangerous trap.

The rest of the journey will be smooth sailing!

After thinking about it, he felt excited.

Yang Zhengxin walked to the edge and leaped with all his might——

At the same time, the "fairy beast" cat suddenly jumped out from the stone in the upper left corner.

Accelerate the turn at a speed that is hard to see with the naked eye.

Directly smashed Yang Zhengxin into pieces.

“???”

Yang Zhengxin's breathing stopped.

“I￥%……%@#￥@#￥%……￥”