Maybe I shouldn't die.

This fellow disciple came out faster than Fang Yue had imagined. The spiritual power in her body had just recovered about half when her spiritual consciousness that remained outside saw the figure of this fellow disciple appear at the entrance of the formation.

At this moment, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. There were no scars on his body, but his distracted eyes showed that his spirit had suffered a great shock.

Fang Yue was not unfamiliar with this look. Several fellow disciples had come out before him. They should have also entered not long ago, and they all had the same expression on their faces.

And when his fellow students asked him about it, he was just as secretive.

This also made those fellow disciples who had not yet entered the Trial Tower more curious, so when this fellow disciple returned to the gathering place, some people immediately surrounded him and asked worriedly:

"are you OK?"

Although the fellow disciples who came out before also had pale faces and lifeless eyes, this guy's eyes were even distracted.

After hearing the question, the man seemed to be awakened, his eyes slowly began to focus, and after a moment, he realized that he had already come out of the formation.

Once his mind relaxed, he could no longer bear it, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

But she was concerned that she was outside and did not cry out loud.

Seeing him like this, the fellow disciples who were watching couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. What on earth could he have experienced in the Trial Tower to cause a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage to collapse like this?

Even the monks like Fang Yue who already knew the contents of the illusion were somewhat surprised. After a long time, a monk who had recovered from meditation stood up and said thoughtfully:

"I remember this brother was a hammer cultivator, and his weapon was a huge hammer."

Hammer cultivator? Fang Yue immediately realized that this guy must have smashed the monster and his fellow disciples' bodies into a bloody mess with one blow of his hammer, right?

Thinking of the blood-spattering scene, Fang Yue couldn't help but turn pale, even though she had seen many monsters devouring their fellow disciples before.

The man sat there crying for a long time, until he calmed down a little, then he spoke with a sob.

"Aze, I saw you being eaten half by the monster, and then I hammered you down, and your brains popped out."

His voice was full of grievance.

The monk who was squatting beside him immediately darkened his face, but considering his friend's feelings, he didn't say anything.

The man didn't notice this and continued to complain.

"This is my first time entering the Trial Tower. Are the illusions inside so scary? I just finished eating tofu pudding this morning."

Having said that, he couldn't help but retching again.

The first time Fang Yue entered the Trial Tower, she thought carefully and realized that this fellow disciple was indeed not one of the fellow disciples who came with her in the morning.

It was his first time entering the tower, and maybe even the first time seeing blood. Plus he was a hammer cultivator and had just eaten tofu pudding, so the buff was already fully stacked. No wonder the physiological reaction was so big.

She couldn't help but feel sympathy for this fellow disciple in her heart. It was really too pitiful.

The man vomited for a while, but nothing came out. When he stood up, he heard someone beside him say hesitantly:

"I remember you like tofu pudding with spicy flavor?"

Spicy tofu pudding? There is another flavor like this? Fang Yue thought there were only sweet and salty flavors. What kind of flavor is this?

But isn't adding spicy tofu pudding the same as adding red oil? A mixture of red and white?

She couldn't think about it anymore and should concentrate on recovering her spiritual power. If she continued thinking about it, her spiritual power would become disordered. The picture was really a bit scary.

Apparently, she was not the only one who could think of that scene. Her consciousness that remained outside quickly noticed it after hearing the hesitant question.

Several of the fellow disciples around him couldn't help but turn pale, and the fellow disciple who had just stood up almost couldn't help but vomit again.

But he still held back, and just waved his hand and said to the people around him:

"Let me take it easy first."

Then I found a place to sit down and regulate my breathing.

Only then did Fang Yue notice that the spiritual energy around him was obviously disordered.

It's really exciting!

Seeing him like this, the others stopped disturbing him and went aside to discuss the matter.

From these few brief conversations, they already had a rough idea of ​​what kind of illusion had appeared in the trial tower.

For these inexperienced monks, it was indeed a bit difficult to face.

But there is no coward among those who practice cultivation, and cowards cannot go to the battlefield, so after discussing for a long time, they all agreed that they must enter the trial tower.

But you also need to be careful about the degree. If you feel you can't bear it anymore, you should quit in time. There are still several days before the entrance to the battlefield world opens, and they still have plenty of time to slowly adapt.

Fang Yue also learned from these people that the trial environment everyone faced after entering the trial tower was similar, except that the monsters that appeared and their attack methods were slightly different.

At least among the fellow disciples who were communicating, those who had entered the trial tower once did not encounter any man-eating monsters in it.

The Trial Tower seemed to be consciously allowing them to gradually adapt to fighting monsters.

As for the fellow disciple who was almost broken by the illusion, maybe he was just unlucky? Or maybe the illusion in the trial tower had begun to change?

Fang Yue couldn't judge and could only wait for the few people who went in this time to come out and see how they performed to know the result.

However, she did not plan to enter the trial tower again today. It was not because she felt sorry for the four thousand low-grade spirit stones, but the talismans she consumed were worth who knows how many four thousand low-grade spirit stones.

She didn't feel bad about the talismans. Although the prices of top-quality talismans on the market were very expensive, for her, these talismans only required her to pay the cost price, which could even be considered cheap. After all, the prices of mid-level spiritual liquid and mid-level blank talisman paper were not expensive.

All she needs to spend is the time she spends drawing the talisman, and considering her success rate in drawing talismans, this time cost has been compressed to a negligible level.

What she was worried about was her own consciousness. Two consecutive battles, plus the shock to her mind from those unspeakable scenes when she entered the Trial Tower for the second time.

Even under this kind of impact, her mind still had to remain highly alert to fight and kill the monsters.

She hadn't noticed it during the trial, but after walking out of the trial tower, her mind began to relax, and the extreme fatigue in her consciousness could not be suppressed and came over her.

She even wanted to fall asleep.

But this would be impossible. She could only force herself to meditate and restore her spiritual power. Although a small amount of spiritual power would enter her sea of ​​consciousness when it was circulating, nourishing her spiritual consciousness.

But this little nourishment was just a drop in the bucket and was completely unable to alleviate the deep feeling of fatigue that spread from the depths of his consciousness.