Green water and green mountains, bamboo house facing the lake.
Chen Shiye and Liu Bianshu were peeling and cutting meat on a large stone slab. Wei Jing was sitting by the bamboo house and reading a storybook with relish. Big Fatty, Xiaohua and Fuguier were drinking water by the lake. Big and small long-tailed monkeys were squatting.
Playing on the backs of horses and oxen, Liu Jiangan squatted on the shore of the lake. Next to him was Deng Zhi, who was dressed in black and was sitting and fishing leisurely.
The breeze blows and the mountains and rivers are picturesque.
Feng Ziqing looked at the familiar place in front of him and the familiar people, and felt warm in his heart. He thought about it, held the wooden hairpin in his hand, and rubbed it for a long time.
In his heart, of course he hopes that these are true. While he is immersed in this illusion, he also knows very clearly that these are all false.
A moment, even a moment is fine.
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Long Ke, who was hiding in the distance, frowned and his expression changed. He would be angry for a while, smile for a while, and occasionally wake up suddenly. After observing the situation around him, he would want to do something, but the next moment he would fall into an illusion again.
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The only one who still had a clear head was Zhi Yue, who was thinking hard with his eyebrows furrowed.
Since the beginning of entering the Red Mist, he has been recalling what the sect has learned. Unfortunately, after several trials, there was no result.
Looking at the vast red mist around him, he gradually became annoyed. If he read more books, would there be a way to resolve today's predicament?
Zhiyue, Zhiyue, the master and the elders just praised you a few times, and you started to feel arrogant, which is ridiculous! What now? As the leader of the younger generation of disciples, the master has high hopes for you, you
But you can't even break this illusory formation. You are worthy of being a disciple of Chengtian Sect!
The next moment, the master's disappointed look appeared in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more impetuous he felt in his heart, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his eyes were gradually replaced by anger and shame.
The nameless book that had been quietly nourishing in Zhiyue's natal Qi Palace suddenly flashed a golden light, which followed his veins and rushed straight into his soul sea.
When the golden light flashed away in the sea of souls, Zhiyue suddenly woke up a little. He hurriedly used his soul energy to resist the invasion of the red mist, but he knew that the red mist was too weird and he could not last long.
In a dangerous situation, who will break the situation?
Keep your mind calm and don't be impetuous. The more stubborn you are, the more stubborn you are and you secretly warn yourself.
There must be a way!
How to break the formation? To break the formation, you need to find the formation eye. Where is the formation eye? What is the formation eye? Will it be different? Different, what is different here?
He suddenly remembered and had a flash of inspiration! Night Pearl!
He looked up, and although his eyes were still covered by red mist, this time he understood it clearly.
After concentrating and calming down, a dark blue light emerged from the center of the eyebrows, and then more and more dark blue lights emerged from the center of the eyebrows, gradually condensing into a character about one foot in size.
"bright".
The dark blue light gradually shrank after condensing into the clear characters, but the light became brighter and brighter. When the clear characters shrank to the size of red dates, there was a "whoosh" sound and it shot out towards the top of the underground palace.
Because he had no direction, Zhiyue could only use his soul consciousness to control the clear character, which was as big as a red date but consumed a lot of soul energy, and traveled back and forth above the underground palace, hoping to find the luminous pearl.
After a long time, click! There was a soft sound, and the dark blue characters penetrated the night pearl, and a bright light came in. Although it was small, it was very bright.
Zhi Yue also turned quite pale due to the large amount of soul energy consumed.
"Power Word Technique!?" Luo Yi, who was hiding in the red mist, was secretly shocked. No, I'm afraid it's not just the Power Word Technique that's as simple as this. He actually found the formation's eye, and this person made a quick decision!
A cloud of red mist floated towards Zhiyue silently and quickly. After approaching Zhiyue, it quickly spread and wrapped around his body. Then Zhiyue fell into an illusion.
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In the dreamland, Feng Ziqing sang a hot ditty to Wei Jing, telling about all the things he had experienced after leaving the village, including countless delicious and fun things. Wei Jing listened fascinated, and Liu Jiangan asked questions from time to time.
The last two sentences asked, "Can you take him with you next time?" This made Wei Jing roll her eyes, blaming him for disturbing her story.
The fish on the big stone plate had been eaten. Chen Shiye and Liu Bianshu were lying on the bamboo chairs chatting, laughing and cursing from time to time.
Deng Zhi crossed his arms across his chest, hugged his killing array and leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, closing his eyes to meditate.
Feng Ziqing looked at the rich boy playing in the water by the lake, gently stroking the wooden hairpin in his hand, smiling broadly.
He touched Wei Jing's head, smiled and agreed to Liu Jiangan's request, stood up, bowed to Chen and Liu, said something softly, and finally walked to Deng Zhi, opened his arms and hugged him,
Said the same thing.
"It won't be long."
He took a few steps back, looked at everyone quietly, and smiled slightly.
As soon as I thought about it, two afterimages, one real and one fake, emerged from the center of the eyebrows, transparent with a trace of red light.
This is the first time he has used a different head. The role of Wei Wei is obviously not great in this illusion, but the natal flying sword, which is smelted from sword intention and natal essence and blood, may be useful against the power of the soul element.
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Whoosh! Whoosh! The speed of the flying sword was very fast, the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and it kept shuttling and opening the slightest cracks.
"Clang", the illusion was shattered in Feng Ziqing's heart.
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Click! Click!
The sound of chopping down trees kept resounding, and the cave was very quiet. The echoes continued, and the amplitude of the sound became more and more frequent and louder.
"No, it's impossible! We almost succeeded. I hate it, I hate it!" Luo Yi, who had been hiding in the red mist, suddenly roared, frightened and angry.
The red mist began to gather rapidly, but after a moment, it condensed into a virtual body again. Luo Yi roared at Zhiyue, who had just woken up: "It was you who caused me to fall short, damn it! I should have killed you long ago!"
Then his incorporeal body turned into a huge dark red sword and flew towards Zhiyue at high speed.
While he was awake, Zhiyue quickly used his energy to resist, but this sword was transformed by all of Luo Yi's remaining soul energy, making it his strongest blow.
Sure enough, the dark red sword passed through Zhiyue's defense, entered his body, and disappeared before his eyes.
puff!
After a few breaths, a mouthful of blood spat out from Zhiyue's mouth. Zhiyue looked in agony. He had no choice but to summon a dark blue talisman to protect his body in case of any unexpected events. Then he stood on the spot and used his soul energy to resist with all his strength.
Upon seeing this, Feng Ziqing quickly stood beside Zhiyue to protect him.
Boom! The tree seemed to be cut down to the ground, and then there was another clicking sound, and then it fell to the ground with a boom. After doing this several times, it finally became quiet.
After this, the red mist began to dissipate.
There was no red mist, and the field of vision was clear. At this time, the position of the Luminous Pearl had changed. It was not above, but diagonally above, and it was very close to everyone.
There is light coming in from the hole the size of a red jujube, and it looks particularly bright due to the darkness around it.
"Hey, that's weird!" Nie Yang subconsciously noticed the sound of surprise.
Lin Jie glanced at Nie Yang and followed his gaze. He saw a few maple tree branches not far from the entrance of the cave in front of him. A few red maple leaves poked out from the gaps between the branches and the maple leaves.
, can see the blue sky.
Suddenly, a hand reached in and affixed a faintly glowing talisman to the maple branch at the entrance of the cave.
The next moment, the hole became bigger and bigger, and the darkness gradually dissipated.
Everyone was surprised to find that they had actually been in the temple all along. Not far away was the temple wall. The maple branches and leaves they saw before were the maple trees outside the temple.
Beside the well, Zhui Ying still fainted on the ground, not knowing why.
Lin Jie's fake face has been torn off by himself, and apart from his mental lethargy, there is no physical injury at all.
There were no wounds on Nie Yang's body, but his face was very pale. He had already noticed Lin Jie's extremely ugly face, and he was both surprised and disdainful.
Zhiyue was already sitting cross-legged, but his brows were furrowed and his expression was a little painful. He didn't know when he would wake up. The talisman in front of him was emitting a faint green light.
Feng Ziqing held Fu Wei beside him to protect him, and the flying sword with a different head had returned to his native Fei Mansion.
Long Ke was hiding in the backyard of the temple and was already awake.
It turned out that they had never gone down into the well and were in the temple from beginning to end. It had always been an illusion.
Liu Fu held Yue in her hand and stood on the remaining maple tree outside the temple, smiling happily. Next to her lay the maple tree that she had chopped down.
Look, you are quite smart.
She waved to Feng Ziqing, and then she found Zhiyue sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the smile disappeared from her face.
She adjusted her posture so that she could draw her sword better.
She quietly looked at the temple, ready to respond at any time.