Elder Liu also showed a smile on his face: "Did you hear that? I risked disobeying the teacher's orders and told you in advance, so hurry up and leave!"
This time there was no need for him to urge them, everyone took great strides.
A few words floated not far away, and Elder Liu happened to hear them:
“When the truth is false, the false is also true.”
When he turned around, he found that He Xiao said these words to his companions.
Entering this world, Elder Liu has been in constant communication with Qian Huan, and the Immortal Lord's instructions often ring in his ears, so he knows what to do next.
And does He Island Master have any insights?
In fact, Dong Rui just patted He Lingchuan on the arm and then gestured to him in sign language:
"This old guy is showing off his mystique. Have we returned to the real world?"
Then, He Lingchuan told the advice from the little mirage next to Zhu Erniang. When he took over the task of Lingshan and went to the little mirage for advice, the other party solemnly gave him such a mantra.
Illusion is not a simple trick, and it is impossible for the little mirage demon to know the true level of the ancient mirage, but if you have practiced mirage to a very deep level, you cannot escape the secrets of those few words.
Dong Rui rolled his eyes: "Don't fool me."
"I didn't fool you." He Lingchuan smiled, "Master Qianhuan is so sincere, he already told you the answer in Wenhui Pavilion."
"Huh?" Was he hallucinating at that time? "What answer? Why don't I remember it?"
"Have you forgotten? He said at that time that the boundary between truth and illusion, or the criterion for judging it, is -"
Dong Rui searched his mind and finally remembered that word:
"rule?"
"Yes." He Lingchuan turned back and glanced in the direction of Yaozi Lake, "As long as the rules are in the hands of Master Qianhuan, as Elder Liu said, 'This world is under control, and what he says is true'
, to say that it is an illusion is to say it is an illusion."
After listening to He Lingchuan's explanation, Aunt Zhu and Dong Rui looked at Elder Liu's words again and felt that it was not simple.
"In the final analysis, we are not the ones here who have the qualifications, ability, and need to explore the difference between reality and illusion, but Miao Zhantian." He Lingchuan advised his companions not to worry unfoundedly, "Miao Zhantian can only decipher and counterattack.
Only by controlling the rules here can we compete with Master Qianhuan."
He Lingchuan turned his head and happened to meet Elder Liu's eyes. The latter was a little moved.
The monks under him who were in their 50s and 60s all knew little about it, but this young man in his early twenties actually understood it, really understood it!
Naturally, he didn't know that because of the large square pot, He Lingchuan usually thought about reality and illusion the most, and the mystery between reality and reality, in addition to planning the Glitter Gold Plains.
Besides, if he dares to explore Qianhuan Zhenren’s territory, he must make some preparations in advance, right?
Dong Rui frowned: "But there should be some differences between this world and the previous illusion world?"
"Of course." He Lingchuan nodded, "The rules of this world are obviously more subordinate to Master Qianhuan, otherwise he wouldn't try his best to lure Tiangong in."
The one who suddenly transformed the ghost people into ghost soldiers was, of course, Qian Huan Zhenren!
With just a few blasts of the soul-calling horn, he erased the consciousness of all the ghost people, armed them and turned them into tools to fight against the invaders.
He can even distort the image of living people in the eyes of ghost people.
How powerful is this control?
God knows what other methods Qian Huan can use in this world, He Lingchuan only knows that he must face Miao Zhantian here.
"Okay." Dong Rui knew that this topic was not deep enough, so he changed his direction and gestured in sign language again:
"Hey, why do you think Qian Huan wants to leave the dead soul in this world?"
"Perhaps for the purpose of deduction, do you still remember that he got a treasure before retreating, which helped him understand the truth of heaven and earth?" That is, the Dayan Dzi Bead, "Life and death are originally a cycle."
He Lingchuan didn't know what the image of the Tiangong team was in the eyes of the ghost people, otherwise he would have made further inferences.
Wan Qifeng, who was behind him, suddenly said: "These people are really pathetic. No matter whether they are dead or alive, they cannot escape from this cycle."
From birth to death, he cannot escape Qian Huan's control.
Aunt Zhu has a different view: "There is also this cycle between heaven and earth. I feel sad before I see you."
Wan Qifeng said: "At least when I die and die, my soul will not be trapped."
"That's not necessarily the case." Dong Rui smacked at He Lingchuan, "You have forgotten what he does."
Wan Qifeng remembered it and shuddered subconsciously.
Wan Qiliang asked again: "By the way, why can these ghost people walk openly under the sun?"
Ghosts are most afraid of the sun, and they usually die after being exposed to it for a few breaths. Only ghosts and immortals with profound cultivation can withstand the overbearing damage of the sun's true fire. But in this world, ghosts and living people all bathe in the sun, and there is no taboo.
"Perhaps, these are the rules of this industry." Dong Rui casually abused the word "rules".
Aunt Zhu also pondered: "Although they are called 'ghosts', they do have bodies that can withstand the damage of the sun."
In the human world, people possessed by evil spirits can also travel during the day, but they just don't like to be exposed to direct sunlight. "Qian Huan still has to give them a body."
At this point, it whispered: "The boy who led us in Banshan Mine is also in this team."
"Luo Xie?"
He Lingchuan glanced in the direction pointed by Aunt Zhu, and sure enough he saw that familiar face mixed in at the end of the queue.
Considering Luo Xie's age and experience, his cultivation level is pretty good, but he is still an outer disciple and is not qualified to step forward.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his whole body was covered in injuries. There was a bulge on his forehead that had not gone away. There were still coagulated blood stains on his cheeks. His clothes were also stained with blood. He didn't know what he had gone through.
At this time, he strode forward with his head half lowered, his face solemn, and he didn't talk to anyone.
Speaking of sunshine, they happened to walk through a small open space, and the bright sunshine shone on everyone without any obstruction. He Lingchuan looked at Elder Liu again, but still didn't see the golden thread on his body, and felt a little relieved.
Aunt Zhu and Elder Liu were both planted with the "God's Gaze" in the fantasy world, but it did not appear in this world. He Lingchuan was worried and took Aunt Zhu back to the fantasy world to cut off the golden thread, but the God's Gaze on Elder Liu
, it would be difficult for him to get rid of it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! From various signs, He Lingchuan judged that the golden thread on Elder Liu's body was probably blocked by Qian Huan's spell, or was not tolerated by the rules of this world, so he could not
position.
Elder Liu and other immortals didn't know that they were hit by their opponent's tracking spell, but Qian Huan might not be deceived.
In other words, we are still safe for the time being.
At this moment, Elder Liu suddenly turned around quickly, raised his hand, and hissed loudly: "Shut up, everyone, the pursuers are coming!"
Everyone was talking and laughing at first, but when they heard this, they were shocked and quickly shut up.
"Lower your head and hold your breath, no conversation is allowed, and no expansion of spiritual thoughts is allowed!"
The orders were passed down layer by layer, and soon everyone in the Huan Sect lowered their eyebrows and hurried on their way.
The woodland has returned to its usual peace, with only the rustle of people marching in the grass.
About half a cup of tea later, there was a sudden buzz from behind.
Some Huanzong disciples were nervous and subconsciously grabbed their weapons. Elder Liu turned around and made a few gestures at them, meaning:
Don't move!
Soon, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, making people feel numb.
Everyone continued to walk forward without looking back. Only Aunt Zhu sent a message to the other companions: "Oh, it turns out these are these things, I saw them!"
It has twelve eyes, which almost circle around its head. It can be said that it has a three-hundred-degree field of vision with no blind spots. There are so many great monks present who dare not expand their spiritual thoughts. Only Aunt Zhu can easily look back.
That's what you're talking about! Dong Rui complained in his heart that the aunt is so good that she doesn't want to imitate, but she wants to imitate He Lingchuan to satisfy people's appetite.
Wan Qifeng and others on the side winked, obviously wanting to go with him.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhu's appetite didn't last long, because the buzzing sound was approaching soon, and it was so loud that it made people's scalp numb.
"It's a ball bee! We also call it 'Steamed Bun Bee'."
Ball bee? He Lingchuan searched in his memory, and finally remembered a book he borrowed from Panlongcheng Shulin Academy, "The Record of Strange Beasts of the Wild Sea", which recorded this kind of strange bee.
In the blink of an eye, he saw a living ball bee.
It’s no wonder that people gave them this name. This kind of bee has a round head, a round brain, and a round belly. It is as big as a coconut king, with black head and white body. At first glance, it does look like a white-flour steamed bun.
But being stung by such a big bee is not fun. Aunt Zhu’s words also confirm what He Lingchuan saw in the book: “If you are stung by this bee, your whole body will be swollen within thirty breaths, and you will die of suffocation within fifty breaths; if you are stung by this bee, you will die within fifty breaths;
Without suffocation, the toxins would flow into the heart, causing convulsions and death. The deceased would tremble all over, foam at the mouth, and suffer a lot before dying."
Everyone: "..."
It sounds about as good as the aunt's toxin.
Moreover, these poisonous bees are still in groups of three, one or two feet apart, flying left and right, and even slowly circling around when nothing happens. Everyone knows that these are sentinels sent by Tiangong to track the whereabouts of Huanzong.
, while looking for the hiding place of Qianhuan Immortal Lord.
The eyeball spiders on He Lingchuan and Dong Rui shrieked and retracted into their clothes, concentrating their energy to avoid being discovered by them.
"Go your way, don't move around." Aunt Zhu gave the same advice as Elder Liu, and then the poisonous bee flew past everyone.
In the eyes of the ball bees, these were indigenous ghost people wearing masks, no different from those they had seen in other villages and other towns before. For the sake of due diligence, they approached cautiously and took a sniff.
Ball bees do not collect honey, but their sense of smell is still more sensitive than that of dogs.
It smelled a bit of sweat and the sour smell of clothes that had not been washed for a long time.
Ordinary farmers should have this smell, even though they suddenly transformed into ghost people.
The bees flew away regretfully, and they did not dare to get too close to the ghost people, lest they be drawn down.
No one dared to say anything and continued to move forward.
Within a quarter of an hour, two groups of bees flew over, but neither found anything unusual about the Huanzong team.
After He Lingchuan and the Huanzong monks put on the masks, they seemed to have become the local aboriginals. Not only did they dress and look the same, but they even smelled the same.