The sword spirit rolled his eyes at me and said, "The key is that you have to be able to tell the truth from the lies!"
"Thank you!" I said sincerely to Sword Spirit.
He did give me a lot of hints. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even know how to leave this place or why the scene kept changing suddenly.
I silently looked up at the blood-red moon in the sky.
That blood moon is definitely fake, but it's too far away and I don't know how to break it.
Also, I don’t know how Lu Xiaohong and Shi Shi are doing now.
Lu Xiaohong is thoughtful and has a much higher level of cultivation than me. I am not particularly worried about him, and there is no need for me to worry.
Fourteen, on the other hand, although he is an ancient mythical beast and still has some memories of his previous life, he is only a little older after all, and his personality is a little impulsive. I wonder if he will get hurt.
Thinking of this, the originally calm heart became less calm again, and the chest felt sharply painful again, and it actually opened and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound.
I rubbed my chest. This place was so strange. I was choked by dust and vomited blood before, but now I didn’t encounter anything. I didn’t even cough. Why did I still feel pain in my chest and vomited blood?
Is vomiting blood also fake?
Just when he thought of this, Sword Spirit spoke again.
"Hurry up and find a way to find the illusion and break the first crystal. Otherwise, if you vomit blood and die, what will happen if you leave me in this ghost place?"
"So, vomiting blood is true?" I looked at Sword Spirit.#@$&
“Sister, you really vomited blood, do you think it’s true or false?
Otherwise, why would this place be called Jiujue Fantasy Land?
The things here may not hurt you, but as long as you spit out nine mouthfuls of blood, your cultivation level will drop by one level until it is no longer possible. You are not even qualified to stay here forever. You will vomit blood. And died.
Only heaven-level masters can truly stay in the Nine Ultimate Illusion Realm forever."
The sword spirit looked at me like a fool, and said quietly: "My last master was originally a heaven-level master. Although he finally left, his cultivation level has been reduced to a yellow-level one. His muscles and veins were severely damaged. He left not long ago. He died in the hands of his enemies."%&(&
I was silent and said no more.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of bright red, flashing from the sky to the ground.
Suddenly he looked back.
I saw the blood-red moon in the sky starting to drip blood at some point.
The big drops slowly condensed and fell downwards, getting bigger and bigger, and when they fell on the ground, they turned into wolves with red eyes.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Sword Spirit's white figure flashed, turning into a beam of cold light and returning to the Hundred Dragon Scales in my hand. His voice was still floating in the wilderness: "Can't you think of beautiful things? Why did you turn out to be a group of people again? Is the wolf coming?"
I didn't expect such a creature as a wild wolf!
In fact, apart from seeing wolves on TV, I have never even seen a real wolf.
I don’t know how I could conjure up such a group of things.
"Ouch——"
The wild wolf in the distance looked up to the sky and roared with a long, drawn-out sound, which made people tremble for no reason.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen pairs of red eyes like small lanterns all looked in my direction.
Each wolf is as tall as a calf.
The rushing footsteps sounded like thousands of troops, as if even the ground was shaking.
Fake! Fake!
These are all fake!
When I saw a large group of unusually tall wild wolves charging towards me, I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. What's more, I could almost smell the fishy breath coming out of the mouths of those wild wolves from a distance.
I comforted myself that the wolves were just a product of the illusion and could not hurt me, while thinking of countermeasures.
It seems that I can't just let them rush over and remain indifferent. What if they really hurt me?
Will it be torn directly into pieces?
Sword Spirit ran so fast and didn't tell me what would happen if I just stood there.
The wolves were already approaching.
The gravel kicked up by them as they ran hit my calves, and I could feel the pain through my clothes and boots.
The dragon scale dagger in his hand made a low buzzing sound, and a cold blue light flickered on the tip of the sword.
I suddenly realized that it might be useless to fight with the wolves, but it would definitely be dangerous to just stand still.
The blood moon keeps dripping blood on the ground.
The number of wolves is also getting larger and larger.
High-pitched wolf howls came and went, but a moment ago, the entire wilderness was filled with wolves.
With a howl of "Ouch", two werewolves as strong as calves stood up, opened their big mouths and rushed towards me at the same time.
I jumped up and kicked a wolf in the blood-red eyeball. The Baipi Dragon Scale in my hand quickly spun and pierced the head of the other wolf.
It was clear that my foot kicked one wolf in the eye, and the dragon scale dagger also penetrated the top of the other wolf's skull, but it felt like it was just passing through a thick cloud of dust.
A large cloud of dust rushed toward my face like mist. The two wolves disappeared out of thin air at the same time, but the wolves behind them surged up again like a tide.
I choked and coughed again, and my chest felt tight and painful.
A sweet and fishy feeling goes up the throat, and it can't help but rush out.
I suddenly remembered what Sword Spirit said:
Every time he spits out nine mouthfuls of blood, his cultivation level will drop by one level, until finally he can no longer drop any more, and he no longer has the power to compete with the Nine Jue Illusion.
These ferocious beasts and living corpses in the illusion may not really be able to hurt my flesh, but the moment they turned into dust and the dust entered my abdomen, they could hurt my muscles and veins, causing me to vomit blood.
There are so many wild wolves here. If I didn't fight off one wolf, inhaled a mouthful of dust and choked out a mouthful of blood, then I would have had to vomit a lot of blood in total.
I'm afraid I'll have to die before I even get out of this wasteland.
Thinking of this, I swallowed the sweet taste in my throat, waved the dragon scale dagger in my hand, cut off a piece of clothing from the cotton plaid shirt I was wearing, and quickly covered my mouth and nose.
Two wolves rushed towards me, and I kicked them in the eye sockets without hesitation.
Without any suspense, the two wild wolves turned into a cloud of dust and pounced on me.
Unexpectedly, this temporary hem mask is very easy to use. The feeling of choking in the nose is gone, and the feeling of chest tightness and pain is gone.
Another mystery of this place was captured.
The thing that attacked me may have been fake, but the thick, choking dust in this place was real, and it could hurt.
This countermeasure made me feel at peace and instantly full of confidence.
Or we will soon be able to find where the nine crystal stones are hidden.
But soon, I discovered another troublesome problem.
These fierce-looking wolves are nothing more than paper tigers, and can be easily dealt with with a dagger or a kick.