Chapter 91: Entering the Fantasy World: Trap Triggered
"Ladies and gentlemen, let me now announce the rules for the first item of this competition." As soon as Elder Wang, who was in charge of the first item, spoke, the whole audience fell silent. After all, everyone was quite curious.
“The first competition event is no longer the previous individual competition system for disciples.
The first project is called: False City, Mirage and Pearl
It was completed by several masters including the illusion master, formation master, and talisman master.
The competition unfolds in a "multi-dimensional mirage" constructed by the participants, who need to deal with:
1. Mirror reflection trap: every action you take after entering will generate a reverse mirror image to attack you.
2. Memory Corridor: Randomly trigger the most fearful memory fragments of the participating disciples. This is somewhat similar to the heart test of some sects. It is hoped that each disciple can face the fear on the road of cultivation.
3. Fight for the Thousand-Faced Tokens: 108 mirage beads will be disguised into different forms. These beads are made by Dugu Qiubai, the weapon-making master of the Xiuxian League. They will change their forms by themselves and may become the weapons or spirit beasts you encounter. They may also become your companions. I can only wish you good luck.
Announcing a special mechanism: the defeated person will become a part of the illusion and continue to interfere with others.
Then let's talk about the points: each real mirage bead = 30 points, seeing through the illusion trap = 5 points/time, and double points will be deducted for accidentally injuring a companion. In this illusion, the damage and death you suffer will not be real.
Okay, we have three hours left. Please ask each sect to decide on the parameters of the contestants. Each sect will have thirty contestants.
The alliance of independent cultivators can form teams and choose to participate or not. Of course, if the number of people exceeds or decreases, appropriate relaxation can be made.
In addition, sect is a necessary hard condition.
In addition, in order to distinguish, all participating disciples are requested to wear the uniform of their own sect.
If there is no competition, we can provide ordinary vestments with different styles, but they must not be changed. If you need them, you can go to the office to buy them. The price is affordable, 100 low-grade spirit stones per piece. Of course, you can also rent them, calculated by the hour. You can find out the details yourself."
Elder Wang finished speaking.
The disciples who received the competition jade tokens then found the competition rules inside the jade tokens.
There is also a countdown. Failure to enter the competition venue within three hours will be considered as giving up the competition. Everyone has two chances to give up, and the third time will automatically be considered as withdrawal from the competition.
Xiaobai thought it was quite entertaining. After all, simple fighting and killing was boring.
Fan Wuzhi also felt very good about the competition, and in order to make it fair he decided to let the disciples who wanted to go draw lots.
Most of the Qingling Sect disciples were there to watch the fun, except Xiaobai and a few others who wanted to participate, and then everyone went to draw lots.
Fan Wuzhi asked Xiaobai to draw first, and Xiaobai won the prize the first time he drew.
[Young Master, if you draw lots based on this, then you are a lucky guy. There are at least a hundred lots in front of you. Congratulations, you won on your first draw.] The Heavenly Book in the Sea of Consciousness said in a frivolous way.
[Although I don't know what you mean by "lucky", it's obvious that I've always had a lot of luck.] Xiaobai raised his head with a proud look on his face.
It was Chen Yuyan and the others' turn next. Fan Wuzhi felt that it was a bit too slow, so he asked Chen Yuyan to set up a formation so that everyone randomly drew a card at almost the same time.
"Oh no, Kongbai can't play with Junior Sister." Yan Jinjin wanted to go the most, but she didn't get the chance.
Nangong Wentian opened his own photo and it was also blank, but that was okay, there was no need to expose his fear in front of others.
Nan Ningxia and Li Xiaoran were drawn.
The list of names later on came out, and neither Chen Yuyan nor Li Ziqi were drawn, but Liu Fufeng was drawn instead.
"Alas, Senior Brother, I don't really want to go, why don't you go, Little Fourth.
Look at all the disciples here. I want to develop the sect's business. You are young, so go see the world." Liu Fufeng was fooling his fourth apprentice sister Shui Huanhuan.
The disciples who failed to be selected all felt regretful, but Liu Fufeng didn’t think about it. In his eyes, weren’t spirit stones more valuable?
This kind of competition is like working for an unscrupulous boss like your master. He says he doesn't care about the score, but actually he cares more than anyone else.
Shui Huanhuan was only fourteen or fifteen years old and really liked to join in the fun. Just as she was about to nod, she saw her master Fan Wuzhi had a dark face and then he twisted Liu Fufeng's ear.
"She hasn't even established her foundation yet, what's the point of playing! But you, you don't even want to go to the sect competition.
Now you are not going to the competition, what are you going to do?
I would like to ask my eldest disciple, do you want to rebel?
Do you know that you are the next generation sect leader?
You do business every day, what will you do if other senior disciples laugh at you?" Fan Wuzhi was so angry that he died.
"Oh my Master, please take a look. If it doesn't work, please change the leader.
I feel that I am more suitable to be an internal elder.
I am just an ordinary person and can't handle these things." Liu Fufeng still answered with a smile, and cleverly dodged Fan Wuzhi's elbow.
"Oh, Master, why are you always fighting with me at the tea table? You are my elder and yet you elbow me, tut tut tut." Fan Wuzhi was speechless and could not beat or scold me.
In the end, Liu Fufeng compromised. After all, Xiaobai also expressed his desire to cooperate with Junior Brother Liu.
A few people went to the competition location to confirm without any preparation and then went in.
The surrounding scene distorted and changed, like rippling water.
As Xiaobai and his companions stepped into the area marked as "False Mirage City", the light and shadows in front of them suddenly became clear.
There were mirrors all around, reflecting the figures of each of them in every detail.
Even their slightly nervous heartbeats seemed to be echoed in the mirror.
"Wow, there are so many mirrors." Xiaobai blinked his big purple grape-like eyes curiously, and his short legs were eager to try.
"Everyone be careful, there's something weird going on here." Li Xiaoran warned in a deep voice, with a few talismans between his fingertips.
He hadn't finished his words.
"Look at me, broken."
Next to him was Lin Xiaohu, a junior fellow apprentice who had just entered the inner sect. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, full of passion and eager to make a name for himself in the competition.
Seeing that there seemed to be nothing special about the mirror, he could not suppress his urge to show off and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed forward.
The sharp sword energy rushed straight towards the mirror in front of him.
"Xiao Hu, stop." Li Xiaoran shouted, but it was too late.
Just before the tip of Lin Xiaohu's sword touched the mirror.
The "Lin Xiaohu" in the mirror also drew his sword, his movements were exactly the same, even a bit faster.
With a whoosh
A cold sword light shot out from the mirror and pierced Lin Xiaohu's forehead.
The attack came too fast and too strangely, completely beyond Lin Xiaohu's reaction limit.
The blood drained from his face in an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the shadow of death loomed over him.
"Too reckless."
At the critical moment, Li Xiaoran shouted in a low voice.
A light golden talisman flew out of his hand and accurately blocked Lin Xiaohu.
Buzz...
The talisman instantly unfolded and turned into a light shield with flowing runes.
The sword light shot out from the mirror hit the light shield hard, causing ripples and finally disappearing into thin air.
Lin Xiaohu's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, with cold sweat on his face.
"Thank you, thank you, Second Uncle..." His voice was trembling.
Li Xiaoran looked serious and walked up to him: "Remember, this place is dangerous and full of traps."
"When encountering something, you must observe first and make plans before taking action. You must all remember this."
"Just relying on bravery and brutality will only make you die faster."
He snapped his fingers, and a gentle spiritual power penetrated into Lin Xiaohu's body, helping him calm his turbulent blood.
"Yes, I know I was wrong." Lin Xiaohu lowered his head in shame.
"This mirror trap seems to be able to perfectly replicate our movements and attack in the opposite direction." Senior Sister Nan Ningxia, who had been observing calmly, spoke up at this moment.
As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand and made an extremely slow sword-raising gesture.
The figure in the mirror opposite also made the same movements synchronously.
But Nan Ningxia is very smart and has eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"No." She whispered softly.
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