This is exactly what Ning Ping realized in this illusion in an instant, that is, he cannot communicate deeply with the people in this illusion, otherwise he will be deeply trapped in it unknowingly. It is consistent with the meaning of "The Meaning of Xiu Yi Zhenyi" recorded in the heart, which is also a major inducement of the illusion. These characters are all just to provoke their own emotions, resonate with the formation, and then replace their identities in the subconscious. In the end, people fall into this perfect world in the subconscious and cannot extricate themselves. In fact, this is also the most dangerous time Ning Ping feels that he has faced since entering this forgotten swamp. This is completely different from the previous desperate fight with the fire spirit. It is simply impossible to guard against it, and people unconsciously indulge in the perfect world in their own illusion. If it weren't for the accidental stimulation of the burning candlelight, he would remember the scene of the desperate fight with the fire spirit, and then stimulate his own inner skills to operate automatically, and finally woke up by luck. If it is left alone, the consequences will be unimaginable. Maybe one day he will wake up because of some stimulation, but it is by no means a simple matter. There is no doubt that the situation in Chunhui Valley must be peaceful, with strict teachers and filial students, and fellow disciples helping each other. Then, people who knew Ning Ping appeared one after another, including Yang Qizheng, Hua Wenyao, Xu Zhi, Lu Xuan...
"Ning Ping, long time no see..." Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice came from behind. Ning Ping turned around silently and looked back at Shen Qingyao. She was dressed in the same clothes as when she was in Guangming City, with a pair of bright eyes, standing behind her. "What's wrong with you? Can you help me..." Shen Qingyao said softly with a slightly red face when she saw Ning Ping not speaking and just staring at her. Ning Ping suddenly closed his eyes at this moment, and when he opened them again after a while, a smile appeared on his face. "Sister Qing, I will find you in the future!" After saying that, he continued to walk out of the valley without looking back. ………… The mountains are high and the roads are long, and there is no time to meet. What I hope is that you are safe. ………… As soon as he walked out of the entrance of Chunhui Valley, the space in front of him suddenly twisted again. This is a very large room, with precious light shining everywhere in the room, emitting powerful waves. Looking around, his eyes were suddenly wide open. Magical weapons, all the magic weapons were displayed on the countless lanqi (weapon racks) in the room, including all kinds of weapons. Looking closely, there was even a familiar feeling. Ning Ping's heart moved, and he recalled the weapons that shot at him in the Five Elements Gold Realm. He walked to a lanqi casually, grabbed an ancient long sword, and pulled it out, and suddenly a chill burst out. His hand stroked the sword, and the sharpness emanating from it made his skin slightly painful, which showed how sharp it was. At this moment, Ning Ping had an idea in his mind, as long as he made a sacrifice, all the weapons here would belong to him. However, Ning Ping had the previous experience, so he smiled slightly and gently put the long sword back. With an appreciative attitude, he walked slowly and looked at them one by one. After finally finishing reading, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Some of the weapons exuded a faint aura that he had never seen before.
For example, a pair of ring-shaped weapons like two moons, the flames on the whole body kept burning. Not to mention being stimulated, just getting close to it would make him feel unbearable. That powerful aura was countless times stronger than the magic weapon. Several times he almost couldn't help but want to refine it. Ning Ping shook his head bitterly, suppressed the strong greed in his heart, and looked around, but he didn't see any other way out. Then he stabilized his mind and sat cross-legged, practicing on his own. Sure enough, after a long time, a strange wave suddenly came out. When Ning Ping opened his eyes again, he was already in a huge house. There was a book collection pavilion above, and rows of neatly arranged bookcases below. This was a sea of books. What surprised him even more was that there were many people in the Sutra Library at this moment, but they were all holding a book and studying hard. Curious, he also walked forward to a bookshelf and looked all the way. "Nine Turns Mysterious Art", "Heaven and Earth Mysterious Art", "Hunyuan Mysterious Art", "Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture", "Zhonglu Treasure Book" ... Countless exercises passed by, and at this time an ancient book with a faint purple light caught Ning Ping's attention. "Du'e Immortal Scripture", he casually opened the cover and read it. A cultivator is like Du'e, and he will become an immortal when he reaches the other side... This is a cultivation method, which compares the cultivator's body to Du'e. Every time a hole is opened and a new meridian is opened, the cultivation level will double. According to the above description, if you practice it to a deep level, you can destroy a space with a flip of your hand... After reading only an overview, Ning Ping felt frightened. This is not a method, it is simply an immortal technique. While being extremely curious, he was about to continue flipping through the pages to see how to practice, when suddenly he felt a palpitation deep in his soul. Ning Ping's hand stopped immediately, and a cold sweat broke out from his forehead. "It was a close call, I almost got into trouble!" When he looked up and looked around in panic, he suddenly saw a middle-aged cultivator not far away, who took only one step and suddenly appeared beside Ning Ping. Seeing this scene, Ning Ping was shocked. What kind of cultivation is this? His spiritual sense quietly sensed, but he did not notice that the other party had any cultivation. But standing in front of him, he felt ashamed of himself. This invisible pressure showed how powerful the other party was. "Daoyou, can I take a look at the technique in your hand?" The middle-aged monk smiled and said politely to Ning Ping. Ning Ping nodded, and then stretched out his hand to hand over the technique in his hand. The other party nodded slightly and then flipped through it. As he flipped his hand, his other hand also moved repeatedly. Ning Ping, who had already walked far away, had been paying attention to the other party's actions. At this time, he began to practice the technique in his hand, and a soaring breath suddenly emanated from his body, which was so strong that it made people suffocate and despair.
The middle-aged monk's face also showed a touch of surprise, as if he had found what he had dreamed of. He immediately sat down on the spot and started practicing directly. He continued to flip the technique and practice it. After a while, the breath emanating from his whole body doubled. Ning Ping was overwhelmed by this scene. The other party's expression was not fake, as if it was the great improvement in cultivation brought by the technique. Do you want to take a look? Just take a look? Anyway, as long as I don't practice, it should be fine? At this time, the curiosity in my heart was simply breaking through the sky, but fortunately, there was still a trace of clarity in my heart, which stopped me from reaching out. Suppressing the strong desire that emerged in my heart, Ning Ping walked to a window, holding the window frame and breathing hard.