The bald man struggled for more than ten seconds, and finally sank slowly into the weak water in the eyes of everyone.

"Good stuff, I believe it will make a lot of it if I eat it."

Lu Ye's eyes lit up, the bazooka in his hand aimed at a five-meter-long Silver Moon ship not far away, and then he pulled the trigger.

This donkey missed the shot and hit a few meters from the bow of the Silver Moon Ship. The gunpowder in the shell exploded, causing a shock in the distance, and a large number of weak waters were blown up, and then fell into the Silver Moon Ship.

All the monks who touched the weak water experienced different degrees of poisoning, and the immortal power in the body was also out of control at this moment.

However, this was only the beginning. The Lord Lu seemed to be interested. The bazooka in his hand kept firing shells, and several hundred rounds of shells attacked every Silver Moon ship that Lord Lu could see.

A lot of Silver Moon ships were overturned for a while, and a large number of monks fell into the sea of ​​weak water, and the weaker ones sank on the spot and were drowned alive.

"Haha, Brother Yang, it seems that the drink belongs to me.

The lord laughed, just for a while, there were almost fifty or sixty monks who died indirectly in the hands of the lord, and the rest were still struggling in the weak waters. What awaited them was the length of their death. That's it.

"What are you proud of, that thing is mine."

Unwilling to show weakness, the Qilin ancestor separated countless clones, picked up the hot weapon on the ground, no matter what type of the matter, grabbed one to fire at those monks.

Suddenly, on the shore of the island, the sound of shelling and machine guns was endless.

As for the other people on the island, they had no fun in killing those monks, even if they knew that they could obtain the extremely expensive liquid, they still didn't do anything.

Time soon came to the twelfth hour, and when the last second fell, the watchman appeared out of thin air.

"Time is up."

As soon as the guardian appeared, his gaze looked at the people still in the weak water, and with a big wave, a terrifying force waved out, and the struggling cultivators died under this trick one after another.

For a while, everyone on the island, except for the familiar ones such as Lord Lu and Yang Fan, fell into a dead silence.

Among them, the number of people was a little bit. With this blow of the spirit guard, at least more than 300 monks who had been killed were placed in any force, and that was also the mainstay of many.

This result was caused by Lord Lv and the ancestor of Qilin. Most of the Silver Moon Ships were overturned because of the two of them. Two hundred murderous eyes fell on Yang Fan and his group.

"It looks like we... got into trouble."

The lord was uncomfortable, and the killing intent of two hundred monks who were stronger than him fell on him, making him sweat all over.

"Really timid. By the way, who on earth did we win?"

Qilin ancestor disagrees, none of these people is his opponent.

"You won."

At this time, Yang Fan threw the pale green liquid to the ancestor Qilin, and the ancestor Qilin took it and ate it into his mouth together with the bottle, and then burped loudly.

boom!

A majestic force erupted from the Qilin ancestor, and a painful color appeared on his face.

"what's the situation?"

Duan Qide frowned, thinking that there was something wrong with the thing Yang Fan gave.

"I don't know, there seems to be some incredible transformation in his body. Is it because of the drink I gave? It's impossible, it can only increase the strength."

Yang Fan was also puzzled, and at the same time asked about the system in his heart.

"System, what happened to the Kylin ancestor?"

The system did not respond.

Just when Yang Fan thought the system would not answer, a voice suddenly came.

"After testing, the Kylin ancestor is undergoing transformation and has begun to enter the second reincarnation opportunity, which will be completed within a thousand years."

Yang Fan was dumbfounded, a little unbelievable, and reincarnated as he said. However, Yang Fan was very curious about what kind of creatures the ancestor of Qilin was in the second life. According to the records in the original book, every time he reincarnated, the memory of the last time would be lost.

However, thinking of this, Yang Fan also thinks of Lord Li. According to what he said, he has reached the last life, and as long as he completes his transformation, he will be able to awaken as an ancient dragon.

"System, can you detect what the second life of Kylin ancestor is?"

"The current system version is too low to detect."

The corners of Yang Fan’s mouth twitched, and he had already upgraded the system version twice, but he still couldn’t detect it. One can imagine how difficult the identity of the Kylin ancestor was.

Soon, the painful color on Qilin's ancestor's face disappeared, and replaced by that stubborn smile. His unicorn head has slightly changed, and he is transforming into other creatures.

"Are you OK?"

Duan Qide stepped forward and asked.

"It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable, it seems that some memories are lost."

Kylin ancestor rubbed his head and said.

The people who didn't know the truth thought that Yang Fan's light green drink had side effects and would make the monks lose some memories.

"Now that the second level has been passed, among the 235 remaining of you, in the last link, only the team with the inheritor can survive, and the others, die!"

The horrible power of the guards enveloped everyone, and everyone could not breathe. Now it is too late even if someone wants to go back.

Soon, the keeper put away the pressure, but did not let the pressure be released to Yang Fan's side.

The guard waved his hand again, and everyone disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared in a hall.

There is a chair at the top of the hall. On the chair sits an old man. The old man is wearing a blue robe, with white hair and unsmiling eyes, his eyes slightly squinted.

Seeing everyone coming, he slowly got up, but he was only 1.5 meters tall.

"Here is the third level, this level is very simple, that is to answer the question, but it is not you who answer, but him."

The spirit guard pointed to the old man who was only 1.5 meters tall on the high platform, and his figure quickly faded.

"Everyone, welcome to the Hall of Wisdom. I am the gatekeeper of this pass, you can call me the wise man."

"This level is very simple. If you ask questions, I will answer. As for whether the answer is correct, it is up to me."

The wise man looks amiable, shows a smile, and appears harmless to humans and animals, but the individual knows that this level is not easy, especially if the answer is correct or not depends on him, he is very passive, who knows whether he will use the means.

"Now the barrier begins."

The wise man started, then sat down again.

The 235 people looked at each other, and no one dared to ask questions first.

The wise man is very patient, holding a small hip flask in his hand, taking a sip of tea from time to time.