"Is this boy really robbed by the underworld marriage team? The previous underworld marriage team was a reflection of the shadow in Xiahou Aotian's heart, and they came here specifically to pick him up?"

Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mural and marveled.

The scariest and strongest illusions are always weaved based on the deepest fears of the target.

Xiahou Aotian, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually has psychological shadow over ghost marriage?

No, it is not necessarily a ghost marriage, but an unhappy marriage, or a wife who is as scary as a ghost.

Or maybe his parents' unhappy marriage had a negative psychological impact on him since he was a child.

As he was thinking deeply in his heart, the mural changed. Two paper figures came forward and pressed the groom's head, forcing him to come to the church to get married.

Another paper man came forward and pressed the bride's shoulders to make her bow and kneel.

The bride's head rolled down under her hijab, and "Gululu" rolled in front of the groom. The head was so rotten that even if it was smeared with white powder, it could not cover up the rotten flesh.

The bride's eyes were dazzling white, staring straight at the groom, with two lines of black blood and tears flowing from her eyes.

In the inner mural, the groom started to roll his eyes in fear, and his body shook like chaff...

No, he was going to cause a problem! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up his pen and drew streaks of lightning in the mural.

Silver-white lightning full of destructive aura came and evaporated all the evil spirits in the hall, leaving only the frightened groom. He looked around in fear, not knowing what was happening.

Suddenly, the door to the lobby opened, and a group of paper figures wearing bloody wedding clothes walked in, supporting the bride.

The bride wears embroidered shoes, her feet do not touch the ground, and her wedding ceremony begins anew.

"Forcibly destroying Xiahou Ao Tiandi can't be saved. At the most, we can relieve his fear at the critical moment." Zhang Yuanqing touched his chin, frowning and thinking.

If the illusion continues, Xiahou Aotian will either be frightened to death by the fear in his heart, or he will die at the hands of the ghost bride.

That's it. Although it is fake, it is equally deadly. Using the fear in the target's heart to weave an illusion and silently kill people in the illusion is the illusionist's favorite thing to do.

At this time, it is impossible to expect Xiahou Aotian to overcome the shadow and fear on his own.

If the inner fear can be overcome so easily, it will not become a shadow.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he drew on the experience of the previous mural to outline a simple stick figure with a brush.

The stickman (groom) blends into the mural candy and turns into a groom wearing wedding clothes.

Since it cannot be interrupted, let the illusory groom complete the happy event on behalf of Xiahou Aotian.

However, as soon as the groom appeared, the paper figures in the hall remained motionless, their necks twisted stiffly at 90 degrees, their faces dull and sinister, all looking at the fake groom.

The fake groom's body twisted, his appearance mutated, and he turned into a paper man, silently joining the team.

"Reject the fake groom to replace you? Even if it is a ghost bride, you will not allow the ghost bride to possess it?"

As a top illusionist, Zhang Yuanqing could not help but complain after interpreting Xiahou Aotian's psychological changes.

The core of weaving illusions is actually to cater to the target, understand the target, and then kill the target.

Some things that are completely inconsistent with the target's personality, even if they are forcibly woven, will eventually end in failure.

The mural is woven based on Xiahou Aotian's inner fear. He is the breaker. He not only has to deal with the illusion, but also Xiahou Aotian.

In the mural, the bride's head falls again and rolls in front of the groom Xiahou Aotian.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly drew a stroke on the bride's head, transforming it into a hijab, covering the terrifying head from the groom, eliminating the most horrifying scene for him.

No, let him continue to be immersed in the fantasy of ghost marriage and try to defeat fear with fear.

"I remember Xiahou Aotian said that he borrowed materials from the family that he couldn't exchange for a hundred years." Zhang Yuanqing changed his mind and took up a pen to outline a new stick figure in the mural. After the outline was completed, it transformed into the appearance of the head of the Xiahou family in the mural.

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He put away his pen with satisfaction and silently watched the development of the mural.

The head of the Xiahou family in the hall took out the account book from his pocket and said loudly: "Xiahou Aotian, the loan you borrowed from the family has not been repaid yet. Who allowed you to get married? If you can't repay the debt, you will never get married and have children in your life."

, obediently work as a cow or horse for the Xiahou family."

The groom, who was originally full of fear, suddenly turned ashen upon hearing this, no longer resisted the marriage, and completed the ceremony with the ghost bride.

Well, it seems to have defeated the protagonist’s desire to survive! Zhang Yuanqing was a little embarrassed.

"This is troublesome!"

Breaking the illusion is a technical job, just like the swordsmanship of a swordsman. A swordsman who practices swordsmanship will be stronger than the average swordsman.

The spiritual realm bestows the most basic talents and guarantees a lower limit. As for how high the ceiling is, it depends on personal practice.

After all, Zhang Yuanqing became a monk halfway, and it took only three or four months for him to obtain the Heart of the Illusion God. In terms of purely technical skills, he was not as good as those senior Void Ones.

Of course, it would not be difficult for him to break the illusion after repeated attempts. However, if he wastes too much time dying here, the safety of others cannot be guaranteed.

If you choose to save other people, Xiahou Aotian Liu, who has the worst spiritual strength, is more likely to be in trouble than in good luck.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned and thought for a few seconds, then thought of a way and opened his mouth to spit out Taiyin Qi.

The body was like black smoke condensed, only the head was real, Liu Changlao appeared, bowed and saluted: "Master!"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded majestically and pointed to the mural in front of him, "My teammates have fallen into an illusion. The beings who weave the illusion are of extremely high status. I cannot force them to come out. I need your help to break the illusion."

The beautiful Liu Changlao frowned and said: "Master, you have supreme authority. Not even you can crack it, let alone me."

Zhang Yuanqing maintained a dignified posture: "I just want to hear your opinion."

Liu Chang Lao understood immediately.

The owner encountered technical difficulties and needed her help.

She immediately turned her attention to the mural.

At this time, Xiahou Aotian had finished worshiping and was led by the paper man to the backyard.

The backyard was deserted, with an old grave and a new grave. The new grave had just been dug, and there was a black coffin next to it. The lid of the coffin was open and there was nothing inside. This coffin was obviously prepared for Xia Hou Aotian.

Mr. Liu Gong was surprised and asked, "Why didn't he resist?"

How could the illusion weaved with the fearful things in the heart be so calm and allow the paper man to do whatever he wanted?

Zhang Yuanqing said with a straight face, "Don't worry about these details."

Liu Changlao didn't dare to ask any more questions and spoke very quickly, "His spirit body is deeply trapped in an illusion and he is convinced that he is entangled by ghosts. In such situations, it is necessary to give hints in the illusion to awaken his self."

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Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly asked, "How to awaken yourself?"

Chang Lao said, "It's like a real dream. People in the dream have a single thought. They don't think about how strong they are. Mere evil spirits can't do anything to them."

"So, we need to remind him of who he really is and how powerful he is. When self-understanding is restored, the illusion will be destroyed."

"As for how to give hints, you have to study it based on his personality, habits, preferences, etc."

The head of the Xiahou family that I transformed just now shouted the name "Xiahou Aotian", but it had no effect! I don't know Xiahou Aotian's real name either

Commonly used spiritual realm IDs don't work, and some real-life interpersonal information is even less likely to wake him up.

"Decide according to preferences, habits and personality"? Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were racing and he planned to take a gamble.

He actually drew out pieces of paper money on the wall with his pen, causing them to float all over the deserted back house. They then landed on the ground, fell into the coffin, and met Xiahou Aotian and the paper man.

Every piece of paper money has certain information written on it.

At this time, Xiahou Aotian was already lying in the coffin. A paper man held up a mallet and wooden nails, penetrated his abdomen, and nailed him into the coffin.

The pain made Xiahou Aotian's face become distorted. He struggled desperately and wanted to escape, but was held down by the paper people.

Paper money flying in the air fell on his face, with the words "I am Xiahou Aotian, and I shall sweep away all enemies in the world."

His expression in the mural is obviously stunned and dull.

More and more paper money was thrown away, and each piece of paper money had a line written on it: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty."

", "The return of the Dragon King Xiahou Aotian", "How the protagonist is trained" "The demigod ancestor also wants to surrender to me" "It's a showdown, I am Xiahou Aotian"

Xiahou Aotian stared at these pieces of paper money blankly, falling into confusion, falling into her confusion, and falling into thinking.

When the paper man nailed his limbs and prepared to hammer the last wooden nail into his chest, the confusion and confusion in Xiahou Aotian's eyes disappeared.

The mark of the alchemy furnace appeared between his eyebrows, and bright flames burst out from his eyes. The paper figures around him were instantly ignited, and the three-color flames spread out like a tide, igniting coffins, wasteland and tombs, and igniting the old house.

A raging fire burned in the mural, and then, like water ripples, Xiahou Aotian stepped out from the wall. He held his head high and his chest high, looking down at himself, quite like a great emperor.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Regarding his character, this was the only trick he could come up with.

Let the conceited Xiahou Aotian wake up to the fact that he is the protagonist. Since he is the protagonist, how can he be afraid of a mere ghost marriage?

If this trick doesn't work, Zhang Yuanqing will try to remove part of the seal on the heart of the Phantom God and forcefully break the illusion. But in this way, maybe the most terrifying person in the dungeon is not the BOSS, but him.

"Hey, you actually walked out of the illusion earlier than me? Yes, after all, you have dual professions, the God of Days and the Void." What can I do?"

Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "I am Xiahou Aotian. I should conquer all enemies in the world, right?"

Xiahou Aotian was stunned.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him and said: "If heaven had not given birth to me, Xiahou Aotian, my education would last forever like sowing at night."

Xiahou Aotian no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and was confused, "How do you know?"
To be continued...