The water mist around Xie Zhe disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the originally dark sky turned orange. The sun was behind the clouds in the west, and only a few rays of golden sunlight were shining out.
Looking around again, the damp swamp turned into a wasteland with no sign of life. He took a few steps and was analyzing the situation when he suddenly saw a stretch of red in the distance. Among the crimson colors, there were
Several figures were walking forward silently.
Xie Zhe hurriedly chased after him and found that it was a sea of flowers from the other side of the world, and those people were actually friends fighting alongside him. He patted Han Shang on the shoulder, but he did not look back, but went to the other side.
Go forward.
"Ask Ying?" He asked over Han Shang, "Mrs. Jiaomo?"
No one paid any attention to him, and they all acted as if they couldn't hear him. According to Xie Zhe's knowledge, this was obviously the Road to Hell. And the Impermanence of Six Paths would not die, so Lord Shenwu and Lord Shuangyue did not appear here. Speaking of which...
Everything seems to have happened after he saw through the water vapor and discovered that Mr. Shuangyue was swallowed by the giant python.
Are they really dead?
Impossible. How could Mahuluojia send everyone into hell in an instant without making any move? All of this must be an illusion, but it happened too suddenly for him to react. I have to admit that the Python God is indeed
He knows how to touch the most vulnerable places in people's hearts - he is never afraid of being ignored, but he is worried that even important people will no longer be able to discover him.
The three of them had expressionless faces, as if they were unconscious and couldn't see each other. They were like inorganic puppets, moving forward step by step, turning a blind eye to everything around them.
"That's too fake." He pulled out his sword, "The road to hell is always walked alone."
He slashed across the scenery in front of him, and a gust of wind rose up from the ground, cutting all the flowers in half. The red petals were torn to pieces by the strong wind, and the images of his friends retreating were covered in red, and the blood completely flooded the field of vision.
He struck the sword again, splitting the red in front of his eyes. But this time, wherever he could see, there was only vast darkness.
When Xie Zhe drew his sword and looked around, someone stretched out his hand and slapped him. He turned his head sharply, and the sword tip almost scratched the other person, but he immediately restrained the power in his hand - because that person was his mother.
At least... it's the phantom of my mother.
"Mother...?" Xie Zhe blurted out subconsciously, even though he knew that she was not his mother.
She was raised alone in such a troubled world, and suffered a lot of looks and hardships. She is not very old, but her hair is almost completely white. Her face is still young - she has always been beautiful, and the years have passed.
It's hard to take anything away from here. It's just that her back is much more rickety than when she was young. In addition to the burden of life, she also carries many heavy things.
The phantom of his mother tightly held the hand holding his sword, and he could clearly feel the friction of the thin cocoon. Every position was the same as in his memory. Xie Che's heart suddenly felt empty, and a nameless melancholy filled his limbs.
spread.
"Azhe, when will you come back?" Her voice was already old, "I dragged you so much, and you ended up being homeless..."
"...I will come back," he said, "but not now, not here."
After that, he withdrew his hand forcefully, took two steps back, took one last look at his mother's figure, and then ran away without looking back. He couldn't look at it for too long, because he knew very well that all this was caused by Maharaja.
Illusion cannot truly convey the wishes of both parties. He ran aimlessly in the dark, not daring to look back once. After running for an unknown amount of time, he slowed down. In the dark and uninhabited predicament, he felt physically and mentally exhausted. Seeing through
Is the price of all this illusion just to be simply trapped here?
?Xie Zhe knew very well that the evil god would never let them go easily. Could it be said that he would really be trapped here for the rest of his life until his real body in this world died of hunger and thirst, corrupted into white bones, and was buried in a foreign country forever?
A foreign land? He kept trying to wave his weapon
weapon, but Fengyun Slash has no effect here. There are no strong winds and rains, no lightning and thunder. This is not a simple barrier, which cannot be torn apart by sword skills to escape. He waved his sword tirelessly like this, trying to
Drive away the darkness and welcome the light.
"Your swordsmanship doesn't seem to have improved much."
Xie Zhe suddenly stopped because he heard Mutue-kun's voice. It was natural to see him. After all, he was someone worthy of his concern. He was still wearing a cassock and a bamboo hat, and his long black hair was flowing like a waterfall.
He came down, holding a prayer wheel in one hand and a Zen staff in the other, approaching step by step. Xie Zhe looked at him, his eyes still full of distrust.
"What, you don't believe me?" he asked with a smile.
"I don't believe it at all," Xie Zhe said.
"It is not easy to enter the illusion of the Six Paths of Impermanence, right?" Mutsuki-kun's smile did not diminish, "What's more, I am still recuperating and cannot move around at will. I can only come and go freely in the illusion. You see, being blamed
You have also felt the pain caused by the eclipse."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhe suddenly felt that the burning heat on his thigh became more obvious. It wasn't that Mu Yue-kun was following his words, he still felt it in the illusion, but the previous scene diverted his attention. Now that he was mentioned like this
, his wound began to hurt again.
"hiss……"
He sat on the ground and observed the wound through the hole in his trousers. The wound was either big or small. It was about six or seven centimeters long, and the deepest part in the center was more than half an inch. Fortunately, no major blood vessels were injured, and the knife did not hurt.
It was not a poisonous knife like Jin Mieya. The wound had already coagulated blood. Mutsuki-kun squatted down and said helplessly:
"You are always so careless."
"You're not Mu Yue-kun, you can't deceive me." Xie Zhe raised his head and looked at him fearlessly.
"Are you still so sure?"
"Musuki-kun's long hair is in my luggage... Uzuki-kun gave it to me. Your current appearance is the image in my memory. In fact, he should have short hair. But I have never seen him with short hair.
appearance, so it is impossible to imagine, and he
It is very clear that he no longer has such long hair, and he will not prioritize repairing such unimportant places when he is recovering from injuries. Therefore, he will not appear in front of me like you. What is here now is just
It’s just a silhouette of my memory.”
After hearing this, Mu Yuejun didn't refute or defend. He just squatted here motionless, as if the scene was frozen, without even blinking. This made Xie Zhe feel a little weird, so he stood up and held back his legs.
He was feeling unwell and was preparing to leave here again. He had to find a way to get out.
"Wait a minute." This was still Mutsuki-kun's voice, "Who do you think this is?"
Xie Zhe made a decision that he regretted: he turned around.
The moment he turned back, Mutsuki-kun behind him had disappeared, replaced by the figure of another person. That figure was shorter and thinner than Mutsuki-kun.
That was someone he hadn't seen for a long time.
He was shaken, more strongly than ever before. He was indeed sober and knew that all this was just a lie, but his soul was still gripped by the longing of not seeing him for so long.
He had an impulse to treat her as a real Lingyu. But he shouldn't do this. This kind of self-deception is also very dangerous. However, even he couldn't explain or describe his feelings at that moment.
, it seems to be more than just the longing for reunion after a long separation, or
It's more than missing. And the other part, compared to a greedy person seeing a jewel or a drought-stricken person seeing a sweet spring, this feeling is more like an innocent child seeing a soft kitten. Something was touched for a moment.
, and was brought back to a sober state by his reason.
This brief moment was enough for the evil god to seize him.
"Azhe..."
"Ye Lingquan" clasped her hands in front of her chest and lowered her eyebrows, just like every time she felt hesitant and worried in the past.
He had to escape - he had to. At this moment, he could not hesitate for a moment. He no longer looked back and ran forward with all his strength, faster than before. The violent movement caused the pain in the pulled wound on his thigh to increase, and he couldn't care less
"Ling Yu" behind him was still shouting, as if he was aggrieved by his treatment, but Xie Zhe knew that he could not be shaken. This was a lie, an illusion, and he couldn't believe it even with a hair. The real Ling Yu was already safe.
Escape, escape to a place where Wuyong's people can't be found...
Although some parts were just self-comfort, he now had to force himself to think of good things. After running for a long time, Xie Zhe finally stopped. He gasped for air, put his hands on his knees, and did not even dare to bend, otherwise the wound would be caused by the muscles.
The harder he tried, the more painful it became. The scabbed blood clots cracked open again, oozing out fresh blood. He wouldn't have felt tired just because of the distance. The more reason was that his legs were too painful and he was too panicked.
He must leave quickly. Although he thought so, he felt that the darkness in front of him became thicker. His breath had calmed down a little just now, and the familiar voice sounded in his ears again:
"Why are you running?"
He was shocked and immediately took a big step back. Ling Quan's phantom stood beside him again, as if the road he had run before was in vain. If this continues, he will definitely suffer from mental breakdown. No matter where he is.
He couldn't stay around a phantom for too long. Even if they didn't say anything, unknown risks would inevitably arise. The evil god was so cunning, and he would dig into the most feared part of people step by step, and...
Inspire the truest despair.
Run, keep running. Xie Zhe could only do this at the moment. But no matter how long he ran and how painful the wound on his leg was, he could not get rid of the phantom of this girl. Her existence was simply a constant reminder to Xie Zhe.
Zhe, the fact that his whereabouts are still unknown. He can't have any illusions, and he can't have any hope. Staying with the real listener, everyone will feel relaxed and happy, but now this illusion will only increase his anxiety.
.
He couldn't go on like this. Xie Zhe began to understand that Mahuluojia had given him a severe test. If he wanted to break the illusion in front of him, he must use this sharp sword in his hand. Is this really the case? He didn't know, but
This is the only way he can think of. Since falling into the illusion, he has never done this to anyone.
Now he had to be so cruel. He could fully predict what kind of realistic effect the evil god would create for him, like a real human woman falling in a pool of blood, letting out an unbelievable cry. Then there was a series of stumbling and dying.
question. There is nothing that the evil god cannot do, only what he himself cannot think of.
In front of the slightly frightened face of "Ling Quan", Xie Zhe hesitantly raised his sword.
