What’s even weirder is that these names are not stationary, but are slowly moving along their own routes!

Zhao Xunzhen had an expressionless face, looking at the names on the bamboo slips as if he were looking at a death list, without any mercy.

However, when her eyes fell on the last name, a slight fluctuation finally appeared in her cold eyes.

It was an extremely complex emotion, including determination, hesitation, nostalgia, anger, and reluctance. Many expressions flashed across Zhao Xunzhen's face, and finally turned into a long sigh.

She involuntarily raised her hand, gently touched the name on the bamboo slip, and murmured to herself as if she was dreaming:

"Why. Why did you come here?"

The ten geniuses entered the Thousand Machine Demonic Tower at the same time and arrived at the first level of the organ city.

Everyone has his or her own fate.

At this time, Liang Yan was walking on the streets of Guan City while thinking.

He used the Tianji Pearl to hide his aura and blended in with the crowd on the street, looking no different from the puppets around him.

He had just entered the machine city half an hour ago. During the exploration, he destroyed many ordinary puppets, which also attracted the pursuit of the patrolling golden-armored puppets.

Fortunately, Liang Yan had the Tianji Pearl to cover his aura. After leaving the first few streets, there were no patrol puppets chasing him anymore. Liang Yan also discovered that as long as he did not destroy the puppets along the way at will, the patrol puppets on the streets would

I won't attack him again.

"It seems that this level is not as simple as I thought. Although I am not afraid of these puppets, taking action at will will only make more noise, which will attract the prying eyes of others. In this case, how to find this level?

Where’s the clearance goal?”

While Liang Yan was thinking, he secretly observed the nearby puppets.

He has been investigating the city for half an hour, but due to his limited spiritual consciousness, he has been unable to find any clues.

"People with evil intentions refer to the inside of these puppets. There must be one puppet that is different from others."

Liang Yan squinted his eyes and looked around carefully.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at an old man in the distance.

This man was over seventy years old. He was holding a golden oil lamp in his hand and walking slowly among the crowds of people. He looked no different from the puppets around him.

However, Liang Yan's eyes were not on him, but on the oil lamp in the old man's hand.

Just now, he saw an unusual trace of black energy in the oil lamp.

This wisp of black energy is fleeting and difficult to detect with limited spiritual awareness. If Liang Yan hadn't practiced Buddhist sacred methods such as "Eight Parts of Evolution" and operated the "Bodhi Mirror" to the extreme, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

It is difficult to detect this wisp of black air.

"I see. This level is not a test of the power of spiritual consciousness, but a test of the disciple's insight ability when the spiritual consciousness is limited."

Liang Yan's face showed a look of surprise. After pondering for a moment, he walked up quickly and came to the old man's side in a few steps. He asked with a smile: "May I ask this old man, where are you going now?"

The puppet with the oil lamp turned his head, glanced at Liang Yan, and said with the same smile: "Of course he went to the nearby Jinguang Temple to pay homage to the Buddha."

"Jinguang Temple"
Chapter completed!