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Chapter 227 Four Dreams

If it was really the red-eye secret technique, Raymond felt that he would be in big trouble today.

No matter how long it takes in the illusion, only a moment passes in the outside world, which means that before the people outside can react, he may be tortured to death in the illusion.

The Mellon Hoffman in front of him is a top spiritual transcendent who has reached the realm of "god travel". At least in terms of spiritual illusions, it is absolutely impossible for Raymond to crack it with his Sequence 8 skills.

Telekinesis is a very special profession in the first place, and anyone who is weak in the early stage can bully him; when you reach the super high level of Mellon, it is difficult to encounter a restrained profession, and you can easily kill people invisible.

This illusion that looks like "Tsukiyomi" is definitely a fatal crisis for Raymond.

...

"Your Excellency, is this...nothing to talk about?"

Even though he was hit by an illusion right after meeting him, Raymond didn't panic too much.

If it was really what the old man said about "certain death", there was no point in panicking.

He has enough understanding of the high-level extraordinary power in this world. Now it is obvious that he is in the illusion. Everything is just an illusion. If he really delays it, he may not be able to find a way to solve it.

Moreover, a mysterious boss once said that there is no such thing as a flawless spell in the world.

If the old man's illusion spell really stares anyone to death, and there is absolutely no room or price to break it, then the level of this spell is a bit too high.

Raymond thought that since the old man in front of him was the master of the three unlucky men, he was probably just a hidden figure in the Black Sea. He wanted to make some excuses to see if he could pretend to be a stickman to delay the process.

"You killed my disciple, do you think we still need to talk about it? Don't try to break it. This spell will not be broken unless you die."

The old man looked at him and smiled, as if he had seen through everything, and said: "Don't make any crooked ideas. If I take action today, I will definitely kill you."

"Oh, really?"

Raymond only saw this look in the old man's eyes and immediately realized that this was the kind of person who couldn't fool the old fox by pretending to be a "magic stick".

In the illusion, his extraordinary strength was completely useless...

This is the horror of telekinesis.

However, now it seems that this illusion world has no use except trapping one's own consciousness?

Suddenly aware of it, the old man smiled sinisterly: "Do you think this spell has no effect at all except trapping you? Since Vanessa died at your hands, then you should first try the lava I taught her

world'..."

"..."

Raymond's face jumped, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

At this time,

The surrounding environment suddenly changed, turning into a sea of ​​lava and fire, and the place where you stood was actually filled with hot magma.

Raymond felt as if he was standing in a puddle of soft mud, and his whole body slowly sank into a pit of hot magma... At that moment, the stinging sensation of flames burning his skin clearly poured into his brain, and the burning smell

, the aroma of meat suddenly entered the nose.

The sizzling sound was endless, and the skin was burned by the high temperature, and billowing white smoke came out...

"This is an illusion. Everything is fake. Even if he cuts off my head, I will not die..."

Raymond knew very well that this old man came with his spiritual power and could not cause any harm to his body except destroying his own spiritual world!

As long as he keeps his spirit from breaking down, there may be nothing the old man can do.

After all, Raymond himself is also a spiritual supernatural being who has just begun to gain a glimpse of the world. Although his level is still very low, skills such as "self-hypnosis" have reached the maximum level, and he can easily cut off his own pain.

As soon as the pain from the flames hit him, he went into self-hypnosis and his eyes blurred for a while.

[Performing self-hypnosis ‘stripping off the five senses’, self-awareness blocks painful touch...]

After a moment, hypnosis is performed and the pain is stripped away.

Raymond could still clearly feel the burning, but it was as if someone else's body had nothing to do with his. Even though his body had been burned to a crisp, his expression did not change at all after bathing in the magma.

"Huh..."

Seeing this scene, the old man let out a sigh.

"I didn't expect that you are not only a swordsman, but also have a lot of spiritual skills. Painful peeling? Tsk tsk... Your understanding of the nature of illusion is not shallow. It seems that I have underestimated you..."

Mellon watched Raymond being burned to charcoal in the sea of ​​fire without screaming, and he obviously understood something.

As he said that, he shook his head again and said with a smile: "Unfortunately... this is a world I created. The rules are set by me, not you..."

Before the words fell,

"Oops!"

Raymond suddenly found that his self-hypnosis was completely useless! His body recovered, the flames burned again, and a heartbreaking pain immediately hit his brain. Even if he knew that this was an illusion, the burning pain in his senses was real.

...

"ah..."

The heartbreaking pain and burning made Raymond want to peel off his charred skin and jump out of the lava... He wanted to struggle, but found that he could not move at all, and even his ability to move was completely taken away.

The old man looked at Raymond who was screaming in pain, and thought of the devil's distant voice, and persuaded him: "Give up...give up the resistance, wouldn't it be better to get rid of it as soon as possible?"

Raymond yelled loudly: "Give up on your mother! Damn old man, at this temperature, it's still too cold for me to take a bath!"

He knows the basic principles of illusion very well.

In the world of illusion, there are two ways to make the target suffer some kind of "pain".

1. Active. The caster guides the other person to imagine, such as this lava illusion. Most people will subjectively feel burning pain when entering. This is the spiritual world. If you "think" it hurts, then you will definitely feel pain; but if

Once you overcome your fear, you will feel no pain, and nothing in front of you will cause harm.

Raymond knew this, and Mellon would definitely not give him such a loophole.

Therefore, the old man chose the second option.

2. Passive. Only when the performer has experienced this "pain" can he create a real illusion of the same pain; only after he has been burned can he know how heartbreaking the real burning pain is. In the world of illusion, the performer can

He inflicts the pain he has experienced on the target and tortures it repeatedly.

Raymond knew that the old man couldn't burn himself to death, right? Therefore, no matter how painful the burning was, it would definitely not hurt the person to death.

"Willpower is pretty good."

Seeing this scene, Mellon obviously guessed what Raymond was thinking, and said: "Tsk tsk... I want to see how long your will can last you in the world of fire? One hour? One day? Ten days? How long?

Sea of ​​fire, mountains of knives, ice, skinning... How many illusions can you survive?"

After a pause, the old man chuckled: "As long as your soul collapses, this technique will be released. You are going to die anyway, wouldn't you be freed as soon as possible?"

"Grandpa Sun, if the temperature gets higher, I can still bear it..."

Although Raymond had a tough talk, he had no confidence in his heart. For a while, he could persist with his will. If it really burned for another three days and three nights, who could bear it? Even if he gritted his teeth and persisted, he would probably lose his will.

Being repeatedly tortured will slowly wear it away, and even if it doesn't die, it will be driven crazy.

If it is really that kind of illusion, no matter how long it takes, there is only a momentary time-distorted illusion world outside, it would be really terrifying. Maybe before others can save me, my will will be destroyed and my soul will collapse.

This technique is said to be "certain to death", but now it seems that the old man is really not bragging!

...

"Is it possible that there is really no way to crack it?"

Raymond gritted his teeth and tried to distract his mind from the burning pain coming from his body. He tried to hold on for a while longer.

What's the best way for a man to distract himself?

At that moment, he thought of Irene, the sexy and charming Anna, the mature Miss Mary, and even Judy. Hey... a strange picture seemed to come into his mind. At this moment, he actually thought of being naked.

Ilya performing the ritual dance...

He hadn't looked carefully before, but now, in order to delay time, he clearly wanted to recall every detail.

The skill of [photographic memory] is fully utilized at this moment.

Little girl...

We are not lustful and greedy for your body, it is really a desperate move to save our lives...

Raymond had never felt that time had been so long. He didn't know whether it was a minute or an hour... He seemed to feel that a century had passed...

Sudden,

"Uncle, you seem to be thinking about me?"

Raymond felt like he was hallucinating.

But when the voice rang in his ears, the burning sensation suddenly disappeared.

"Hey...what's going on?"

At this moment, a figure slowly condensed into the world of flames in front of Raymond's eyes. When his facial features were clear, who was it if it wasn't Ilya's weird girl?

Could it be that old man Mellon's seduction technique?

Raymond couldn't believe it, how could it suddenly stop being hot? But when he turned around and thought about it, he felt something was wrong... If this old man didn't torture himself to death, why would he show a naked little girl in a movie?

At this time, the transformed Ilya had a strange look on his face and muttered: "Hey, hey, hey...uncle! What do you mean by that strange look in your eyes?"

"What's the meaning?"

Raymond was stunned.

This "Ilya" still has autonomous consciousness, wasn't it created by that old man Mellon?

"In this fantasy world, my body is condensed by your mental power. The way you see me now is the way you think of me."

There was a look of disgust in Ilya Jing's eyes, and she said quietly: "So, uncle, what image do you think of me now that makes you show that... lewd expression?"

"..."

Of course, Raymond couldn't say that he thought of her naked appearance.

His thoughts changed in his mind, and sure enough, the Elijah in front of him turned into his usual cute self wearing short skirts.

He immediately changed the topic and asked: "Are you really Ilya? Are you here to save me?"

"yes!"

Ilya pursed his lips, "Otherwise, don't you think you're not in pain at all now?"

Raymond was overjoyed and said in anticipation: "So...can you solve the illusion?"

Ilya said firmly: "No."

"..."

Raymond's eyelids twitched and he looked embarrassed, "Ah? You can't untie it, so what should I do?"

"Uncle, don't just listen to that old man's threats."

Ilya smacked his lips and said: "His illusion is indeed powerful, but it is not without its flaws... He can torture your senses and mind, and I can also make you feel no pain. Therefore, his illusion world is now against

You have no influence at all."

The words sounded reasonable, but Raymond didn't want to be trapped here forever, "But... don't we want to be trapped here forever?"

Ilya blinked and smiled nonchalantly: "What's wrong with being stuck here? We can chat forever without being disturbed by outsiders..."

Raymond's head was full of black lines, and he said again: "I mean, we can't stay here forever, right?"

"Don't worry..."

Ilya said: "Although this spell is very powerful, the cost of performing it is also very high. The old man must want you more than anyone else to break down your will quickly and end this spell."

"Um?"

Raymond's ears perked up and he waited patiently for what was to come.

"This is a 'time distortion' illusion, and the cost of performing the spell is quite high."

Ilya explained: "This spiritual world was actually constructed by the old man using his own lifespan. The essence is the 'quadruple dream' world constructed by the old man. The time ratio between the dream world and the outside world is 160,000:1. The real world is just an instant for you and me.

, but for him, every second in the illusion is a real life spent..."

She continued: "This means that for every second that passes in the real world, the old man will consume 45 hours of his life. This is the cost of this spell. Moreover, it is a long-distance spell, which puts a heavy burden on the body. Look at him

The way he looks, he doesn’t have a few years left to live, and he won’t be able to hold on for long..."

Note: The first dream is about 20 times the real time, the second dream is 20*20=400 times, the third dream is 400*20=8000 times, the fourth dream is 160000...

No wonder this spell is so awesome, it turns out it costs lives!

Raymond understood immediately and said happily: "You mean...the longer we stay, the more life he will consume? Even if you can't endure it, he will be killed?"

"That's right... Even if we stay in this illusion for decades, it won't be long outside. But this old man obviously doesn't have decades of life to spend with us."

Ilya shrugged and said: "The power of this technique is that it can kill people in an instant. But the price is that one use will shorten your life."

"I see."

Raymond asked again: "Then...he can't unlock the spell by himself?"

"The harder it is to break the spell, the higher the cost will be to break it yourself."

Ilya had obviously seen through everything a long time ago and said: "Now this old man is riding a tiger. With me as a spiritual being that is not under his control, there is nothing he can do to you. But if you want to forcefully unlock the spell, the risk is too great...

.Judging from his condition, it is estimated that the spell has been unlocked and the mental backlash can kill him."

In a desperate situation, there are twists and turns!

...

Raymond didn't panic anymore. No matter where he was, he would remain motionless. He didn't feel any pain or itching anyway. Occasionally, he could even scream a few times to show off the illusion that the old man had worked so hard to create.

When I was really bored, I just fantasized about the naked Ilya, just to satisfy my eyes and chatter away.

Although it was boring, time passed quickly anyway.

Not to mention, after seeing it for a long time, Raymond felt that there is nothing objectionable about having small breasts. The body is well proportioned, which is naturally pleasing to the eye.

...

Time passed, and several hours passed by.

Although Mellon could not detect the existence of Ilya, he naturally noticed the changes in Raymond. Although he could not figure out why his all-conquering killing move suddenly had no effect, but now, it was really difficult to ride a tiger.

If the spell is released, the backlash of mental power will immediately cause severe damage to his already exhausted body; if it is not released, if it continues like this, it will be useless for another ten or eight years.

Ever since I comprehended this "Arcane Law·Infinite Dream", no one has been able to decipher the enemy I encountered. At most, it only consumes a little more lifespan, and can easily kill people invisible.

He never imagined that he would be in the hands of a junior today. If he knew that his opponent had a Knicks high priest, he probably wouldn't be so entangled.

"Meyer, I'm afraid the teacher will disappoint you..."

...

Not long after,

Raymond on the deck of the "Golden Predator" woke up from the illusion and saw the vast sea again.

What lasts for several hours in the fantasy world only lasts a moment in reality.

Almost at the same moment, the system prompt sounded.

[Ding! You killed Mellon Hoffman, potential point 557, soul strength 1112]

Raymond looked at the brightly smiling little girl not far away and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Ilya..."

"snort!"

Ilya turned his head away proudly, letting the sea breeze blow his long hair, his eyebrows curled into a smile.


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