"Is this boy really robbed by the underworld marriage team? The previous underworld marriage team was a reflection of the shadow in Xiahou Aotian's heart, and they came here specifically to pick him up?"
Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mural and marveled.
The scariest and strongest illusions are always weaved based on the deepest fears of the target.
Xiahou Aotian, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually has psychological shadow over ghost marriage?
No, it is not necessarily a ghost marriage, but an unhappy marriage, or a wife who is as scary as a ghost.
Or maybe his parents' unhappy marriage had a negative psychological impact on him since he was a child.
As he was thinking deeply in his heart, the mural changed. Two paper figures came forward and pressed the groom's head, forcing him to come to the church to get married.
Another paper man came forward and pressed the bride's shoulders to make her bow and kneel.
The bride's head rolled down under her hijab, and "Gululu" rolled in front of the groom. The head was so rotten that even if it was smeared with white powder, it could not cover up the rotten flesh.
The bride's eyes were dazzling white, staring straight at the groom, with two lines of black blood and tears flowing from her eyes.
In the inner mural, the groom started to roll his eyes in fear, and his body shook like chaff...
No, he was going to cause a problem! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up his pen and drew streaks of lightning in the mural.
Silver-white lightning full of destructive aura came and evaporated all the evil spirits in the hall, leaving only the frightened groom. He looked around in fear, not knowing what was happening.
Suddenly, the door to the lobby opened, and a group of paper figures wearing bloody wedding clothes walked in, supporting the bride.
The bride wears embroidered shoes, her feet do not touch the ground, and her wedding ceremony begins anew.
"Forcibly destroying Xiahou Ao Tiandi can't be saved. At the most, we can relieve his fear at the critical moment." Zhang Yuanqing touched his chin, frowning and thinking.
If the illusion continues, Xiahou Aotian will either be frightened to death by the fear in his heart, or he will die at the hands of the ghost bride.
That's it. Although it is fake, it is equally deadly. Using the fear in the target's heart to weave an illusion and silently kill people in the illusion is the illusionist's favorite thing to do.
At this time, it is impossible to expect Xiahou Aotian to overcome the shadow and fear on his own.
If the inner fear can be overcome so easily, it will not become a shadow.
Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he drew on the experience of the previous mural to outline a simple stick figure with a brush.
The stickman (groom) blends into the mural candy and turns into a groom wearing wedding clothes.
Since it cannot be interrupted, let the illusory groom complete the happy event on behalf of Xiahou Aotian.
However, as soon as the groom appeared, the paper figures in the hall remained motionless, their necks twisted stiffly at 90 degrees, their faces dull and sinister, all looking at the fake groom.
The fake groom's body twisted, his appearance mutated, and he turned into a paper man, silently joining the team.
"Reject the fake groom to replace you? Even if it is a ghost bride, you will not allow the ghost bride to possess it?"
As a top illusionist, Zhang Yuanqing could not help but complain after interpreting Xiahou Aotian's psychological changes.
The core of weaving illusions is actually to cater to the target, understand the target, and then kill the target.
Some things that are completely inconsistent with the target's personality, even if they are forcibly woven, will eventually end in failure.
The mural is woven based on Xiahou Aotian's inner fear. He is the breaker. He not only has to deal with the illusion, but also Xiahou Aotian.
In the mural, the bride's head falls again and rolls in front of the groom Xiahou Aotian.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly drew a stroke on the bride's head, transforming it into a hijab, covering the terrifying head from the groom, eliminating the most horrifying scene for him.
No, let him continue to be immersed in the fantasy of ghost marriage and try to defeat fear with fear.
"I remember Xiahou Aotian said that he borrowed materials from the family that he couldn't exchange for a hundred years." Zhang Yuanqing changed his mind and took up a pen to outline a new stick figure in the mural. After the outline was completed, it transformed into the appearance of the head of the Xiahou family in the mural.
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He put away his pen with satisfaction and silently watched the development of the mural.
The head of the Xiahou family in the hall took out the account book from his pocket and said loudly: "Xiahou Aotian, the loan you borrowed from the family has not been repaid yet. Who allowed you to get married? If you can't repay the debt, you will never get married and have children in your life."
, obediently work as a cow or horse for the Xiahou family."
The groom, who was originally full of fear, suddenly turned ashen upon hearing this, no longer resisted the marriage, and completed the ceremony with the ghost bride.
Well, it seems to have defeated the protagonist’s desire to survive! Zhang Yuanqing was a little embarrassed.
"This is troublesome!"
Breaking the illusion is a technical job, just like the swordsmanship of a swordsman. A swordsman who practices swordsmanship will be stronger than the average swordsman.
The spiritual realm bestows the most basic talents and guarantees a lower limit. As for how high the ceiling is, it depends on personal practice.
After all, Zhang Yuanqing became a monk halfway, and it took only three or four months for him to obtain the Heart of the Illusion God. In terms of purely technical skills, he was not as good as those senior Void Ones.
Of course, it would not be difficult for him to break the illusion after repeated attempts. However, if he wastes too much time dying here, the safety of others cannot be guaranteed.
If you choose to save other people, Xiahou Aotian Liu, who has the worst spiritual strength, is more likely to be in trouble than in good luck.
Zhang Yuanqing frowned and thought for a few seconds, then thought of a way and opened his mouth to spit out Taiyin Qi.
The body was like black smoke condensed, only the head was real, Liu Changlao appeared, bowed and saluted: "Master!"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded majestically and pointed to the mural in front of him, "My teammates have fallen into an illusion. The beings who weave the illusion are of extremely high status. I cannot force them to come out. I need your help to break the illusion."
The beautiful Liu Changlao frowned and said: "Master, you have supreme authority. Not even you can crack it, let alone me."
Zhang Yuanqing maintained a dignified posture: "I just want to hear your opinion."
Liu Chang Lao understood immediately.
The owner encountered technical difficulties and needed her help.
She immediately turned her attention to the mural.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian had finished worshiping and was led by the paper man to the backyard.
The backyard was deserted, with an old grave and a new grave. The new grave had just been dug, and there was a black coffin next to it. The lid of the coffin was open and there was nothing inside. This coffin was obviously prepared for Xia Hou Aotian.
Mr. Liu Gong was surprised and asked, "Why didn't he resist?"
How could the illusion weaved with the fearful things in the heart be so calm and allow the paper man to do whatever he wanted?
Zhang Yuanqing said with a straight face, "Don't worry about these details."
Liu Changlao didn't dare to ask any more questions and spoke very quickly, "His spirit body is deeply trapped in an illusion and he is convinced that he is entangled by ghosts. In such situations, it is necessary to give hints in the illusion to awaken his self."
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Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly asked, "How to awaken yourself?"
Chang Lao said, "It's like a real dream. People in the dream have a single thought. They don't think about how strong they are. Mere evil spirits can't do anything to them."
"So, we need to remind him of who he really is and how powerful he is. When self-understanding is restored, the illusion will be destroyed."
"As for how to give hints, you have to study it based on his personality, habits, preferences, etc."
The head of the Xiahou family that I transformed just now shouted the name "Xiahou Aotian", but it had no effect! I don't know Xiahou Aotian's real name either
Commonly used spiritual realm IDs don't work, and some real-life interpersonal information is even less likely to wake him up.
"Decide according to preferences, habits and personality"? Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were racing and he planned to take a gamble.
He actually drew out pieces of paper money on the wall with his pen, causing them to float all over the deserted back house. They then landed on the ground, fell into the coffin, and met Xiahou Aotian and the paper man.
Every piece of paper money has certain information written on it.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian was already lying in the coffin. A paper man held up a mallet and wooden nails, penetrated his abdomen, and nailed him into the coffin.
The pain made Xiahou Aotian's face become distorted. He struggled desperately and wanted to escape, but was held down by the paper people.
Paper money flying in the air fell on his face, with the words "I am Xiahou Aotian, and I shall sweep away all enemies in the world."
His expression in the mural is obviously stunned and dull.
More and more paper money was thrown away, and each piece of paper money had a line written on it: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty."
", "The return of the Dragon King Xiahou Aotian", "How the protagonist is trained" "The demigod ancestor also wants to surrender to me" "It's a showdown, I am Xiahou Aotian"
Xiahou Aotian stared at these pieces of paper money blankly, falling into confusion, falling into her confusion, and falling into thinking.
When the paper man nailed his limbs and prepared to hammer the last wooden nail into his chest, the confusion and confusion in Xiahou Aotian's eyes disappeared.
The mark of the alchemy furnace appeared between his eyebrows, and bright flames burst out from his eyes. The paper figures around him were instantly ignited, and the three-color flames spread out like a tide, igniting coffins, wasteland and tombs, and igniting the old house.
A raging fire burned in the mural, and then, like water ripples, Xiahou Aotian stepped out from the wall. He held his head high and his chest high, looking down at himself, quite like a great emperor.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Regarding his character, this was the only trick he could come up with.
Let the conceited Xiahou Aotian wake up to the fact that he is the protagonist. Since he is the protagonist, how can he be afraid of a mere ghost marriage?
If this trick doesn't work, Zhang Yuanqing will try to remove part of the seal on the heart of the Phantom God and forcefully break the illusion. But in this way, maybe the most terrifying person in the dungeon is not the BOSS, but him.
"Hey, you actually walked out of the illusion earlier than me? Yes, after all, you have dual professions, the God of Days and the Void." What can I do?"
Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "I am Xiahou Aotian. I should conquer all enemies in the world, right?"
Xiahou Aotian was stunned.
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him and said: "If heaven had not given birth to me, Xiahou Aotian, my education would last forever like sowing at night."
Xiahou Aotian no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and was confused, "How do you know?"
Zhang Yuanqing raised the corner of his mouth: "I transformed into a ghost to save you!"
"Then the head of the house in the illusion?"
"I also imagined it. I originally wanted to use a huge debt to make you wake up and recognize what reality is. Unexpectedly, someone just gave up on survival."
Zhang Yuanqing's smile widened, "I forgot to tell you that you were the first to fall into the illusion because your cultivation is the weakest."
Xiahou Aotian looked at him with a stiff expression and froze on the spot. After a few seconds, he put down his proud figure as the protagonist and showed an ugly smile. He was so tired.
"Thanks to you, even the protagonist needs the help of supporting characters sometimes. Well, can we not tell this matter?"
Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and said jokingly: "Tell me first, why are you afraid of getting married? Shouldn't the protagonist have three wives and four concubines?"
Hou Aotian's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and he felt ashamed that his inner secrets were being peeked into, and even being threatened.
Zhang Yuanqing did not ask further questions, deliberately leaving the question blank, and instead said, "Go and see other people. They should be stronger than you, but you can't delay any longer."
He raised the golden flame in his palm and shot it up along the wall. Xiahou Aotian looked constipated and said in a low voice, "Damn it, Yuanshi Tianzun saw a joke! He actually held me hostage."
The mental fluctuations of an alchemist from the Qin Dynasty could be heard in the iron wrench finger of his left hand: "What gave you the illusion that you are not a joke?"
Xiahou Aotian was too lazy to beep with him and quickly followed him.
When the two came to the third mural, what they saw was a dark night, in a prosperous community on the outskirts of the city, flames and thick smoke billowing, and luxurious villas collapsed into ruins.
A group of villains with scarlet eyes and tangled muscles were wreaking havoc everywhere, and under the butcher's knife, every living life was lost in a pool of blood.
In the collapsed ruins somewhere, a little girl huddled up, shivering under the cover of the ruins, her little face stained with tears.
She was soon spotted by a bald man with scarlet eyes full of malice and a ferocious smile on the little girl.
The little girl immediately started running, with the strong man behind her chasing after her.
She successfully escaped pursuit and hid in another ruins.
"Is this the scene when the Chu family was exterminated?" Xiahou Aotian knew the life of the Master of the Zhisha Palace. Xiahou Chi had gone to Songhai to try to kill the Master of the Zhisha Palace to avenge his son.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed. The Chu family's extermination was her aunt's biggest nightmare. It left indelible scars on her young mind. While she was afraid, she felt that she should have lived and died with her family back then.
She is trapped by her own obsessions and fears.
If this continues, when the exhaustion and despair in her heart accumulate to a certain level and she loses her desire to live, the little girl at the center of the illusion will be caught and killed.
"Sooner or later she will be caught." Xia Hou Aotian said
Having learned from the previous experience, Zhang Yuanqing quickly figured out a way to break the illusion. He drew a stick figure with random features on the mural. The stick figure blended into the mural and turned into the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun.
He walked into the ruins, knelt down in front of the little girl and said softly: "I will take you out of here."
The little girl raised her tear-stained face and looked at him blankly. She nodded choked with sobs.
Zhang Yuanqing took her hand and walked out of the ruins together, walking through the battlefield of fire and smoke.
Strong men with scarlet eyes came one after another. Before they could get close, they were chopped into charcoal by lightning.
Zhang Yuanqing led the little girl from the mural. As he got closer, the little girl's eyes became calmer and deeper.
The wall rippled, the Yuanshi Tianzun in the painting disappeared, and the Master of the Killing Palace, wearing a red dress and a silver mask, came out.
Because Xia Hou Aotian was there, she just looked at Zhang Yuanqing softly and said nothing.
Normally, I would definitely take the opportunity to act coquettishly and ask for a kiss and a hug.
At this time, the three of them had already reached the corner of the wall. There was no mural on this side, so they turned back, passed by the base, and came to the other side.
They stopped in front of the fourth mural. The main theme of this mural was gray and colorless. A small bungalow stood alone, surrounded by excavated ground, collapsed walls and piles of bricks.
A large excavator is parked in front of the bungalow.
There is a family of three in the bungalow, a young couple and a little boy. The little boy's facial features look a bit like the King of Magic Eyes.
The rolling bucket of the excavator's track smashed through the wall, destroying the load-bearing columns, and the small bungalow collapsed as it shook.
A family of three in the building hugged each other.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly wiped out the bungalow and interrupted forcefully.
A few seconds later, the bungalow appeared again and the scene from the previous round began to repeat.
"It turns out that Demon Eye's parents died in forced demolition. No wonder he hates bullying so much." Xia Hou Aotian said.
He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and asked: "How to save this?"
"The situation of the magic eye is a bit similar to that of the palace owner. They both long to live and die with their parents." Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, then repeated his old trick and sketched out the stick figure.
The stickman transformed into his appearance and entered the bungalow. "King of Demonic Eyes, follow me to clean up the world. Don't waste time here." Zhang Yuanqing said loudly.
The little boy just glanced at him lightly and huddled in his mother's arms, without any change.
"This doesn't work?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned.
"Can't this wake him up?" Xiahou Aotian said with emotion. Cleaning the world is the lifelong obsession of the Demon Eye. Zhang Yuan Qing thought about it and said: "What the Demon Eye King wants most in this life is actually not to clean the world, but to clean the world."
Is it justice, justice, or just so much justice? I choose to release it to cleanse the world because I can’t get it.”
He got inspiration from the illusion of killing palace students and planned to try the redemption route.
In the mural, Zhang Yuanqing outlines a law enforcement team that stopped the demolition by an excavator in front of a family of three.
A disappointing scene happened. Just like before, the Demon Eye King was hiding in his mother's arms, grabbing the corner of his mother's clothes, without any reaction.
"No more justice realm?" Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled at first, and then he understood.
The King of Demonic Eyes subconsciously does not trust the law enforcement team or the officialdom.
Just like Xia Hou Aotian's subconscious mind, he did not allow the supporting characters to get involved with his ghost bride.
Zhang Yuanqing could only resolve the crisis in the mural while thinking of countermeasures. Xiahou Aotian and the master of the Palace of Killing were on the side to make plans. They tried several times in succession, but could not save the magic eye.
"This guy is truly paranoid, has a serious self-destructive tendency, and is unwilling to accept redemption." Xiahou Aotian commented.
"Stinky stones in the latrine." The master of the Killing Palace frowned. When he was helpless, Liu Chang Laoqing, who was following Zhang Yuanqing, said in a voice, "Master, how strong is the Demon Eye King's obsession with cleansing the world? This memory
The pain it brings to him is so profound. Freelancing is different from lawfulness. The Demon Eye King does not need redemption and does not accept redemption."
"If I could accept redemption so easily, I would have reconciled with the world long ago."
Zhang Yuanqing was enlightened, "Yes, what I want to do is to awaken his self-awareness, not to redeem him."
He had a train of thought, picked up the brush, touched the little boy, and pulled it out.
The little boy left the bungalow and came outside. The excavator, with its booming motion and holding the bucket high, destroyed the bungalow and the young couple was buried in the ruins.
The little boy stared at this scene blankly, losing all expression.
After an unknown amount of time, the little boy turned around and walked towards the depths of the mural. His back was lonely, like an abandoned puppy.
As the little boy moves away, the mural disappears.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said, "Awakening the Demon Eye's self-awareness is actually very simple. All you need to do is let him watch his parents die in front of the Demon Eye."
The little boy died the moment the bungalow collapsed, but the one who survived was the Demon Eye King with a wildfire of vengeance burning in his heart.
Just like that, ripples appeared on the wall, and the Demon Eye King wearing a sports headband walked out of the mural. He looked around at everyone, and finally looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Well done."
For the first time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the deep pain and sadness in those eyes.
He did not respond to the magic eye and said: "Let's go, we should go to Mr. Qian."
As soon as Shiyin fell, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from not far away: "I've come out."
The golden flame in Zhang Yuanqing's hand boomed, illuminating the figure in white more than ten steps away. He was handsome and upright, it was Fu Qingyang.
"Boss, are you out?" Zhang Yuanqing said happily.
Xiahou Aotian went up and down, looking at Mr. Qian carefully, and asked unwillingly, "How did you get out?"
Mr. Qian's face was expressionless and he said calmly, "It's just a fantasy. It's not difficult."
"Isn't it difficult?" Xiahou Aotian said, "You, you, you, if you pretend like this, I will be angry."
Fu Qingyang looked at him and said in a calm tone: "I don't have anything to fear. Even if I have, it has already been eliminated in reality."
Xiahou Aotian was suddenly choked and speechless.
For example, among the Fu family’s peers, you stabbed each other! Zhang Yuanqing said heartily.
Among his teammates, the one he least worried about was Mr. Qian.
Fu Qingyang is a person who will not compromise. He will not compromise with his enemies, let alone himself. If he chooses between death and escape, he will slash his sword at the enemy without hesitation.
Just like when he chased and chopped down his peers in the family, he threw a wooden sword at the clan elders who intervened and demanded severe punishment, asking them if they wanted to die.
There is no psychological shadow in Mr. Qian's life, because he has eliminated all shadows.
Then everyone came to the last mural, which showed an old woman with a withered face lying on the bed. She would die at any time. The old woman tried her best to stay awake and did not dare to let herself "sleep".
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"Who is this person, Princess Yinyao?" Xiahou Aotian almost didn't recognize him.
Everyone else's illusions are full of ups and downs and unpredictable dangers. Her illusion is a room and a bed, nothing more.
"My incompetent evil disciple," Zhang Yuanqing explained helplessly: "What Princess Yinyao fears most is to end her life." For Chang Sheng's sake, she stole the coffin of the Empress of Sandao Mountain and used a secret method to refine herself into Yin.
Corpse, sleeping in a coffin."
If a painting of the Sandao Mountain Empress appeared at this time, Princess Yinyao would probably be so frightened that she died on the spot! He thought to himself.
"From a certain point of view, he is quite similar to Xiahou Aotian." The master of the Palace of Zhisha said jokingly.
Fu Qingyang watched for a moment and said: "Her fear is very simple, she is afraid of death. You just need to give her some hints and let her remember that she is a yinni..."
Just as he hinted at Xiahou Aotian, Zhang Yuanqing drew three objects in the mural: ghost mirror, Yin Jade doll and blood rouge.
Three items clattered onto the old woman's bed, attracting her attention.
The old woman raised her head and looked at the three items with difficulty, then she was stunned.
After keeping her head cocked in a dazed posture for a long time, she seemed to remember that she had become an Inferi long ago, so she lifted up the quilt and jumped up with a quickness that a boss should not have.
The mural automatically went out, and Princess Yin Yao walked out of the mural. Everyone was relieved.
However, at this time, figures in the ink style appeared on the wall. They held swords and posed in different postures, just like the swordsmanship secrets in martial arts.
Zhang Yuanqing and others only took a few glances before they felt their eyeballs sting, shed tears, and lowered their heads.
Only Fu Qingyang raised his head and stared at the sword manuals on the wall, saying, "It's a very exquisite swordsmanship. The person who carved the sword manuals integrated his own will into it, and it has not dissipated after so many years."
Zhang Yuanqing, who lowered his head, suddenly realized: "No wonder the murals are polluted. Let me just say, even if ordinary murals are nourished by yin energy, they will not be so magical."
Fu Qingyang said: "Yuanshi, take me for a spin."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly.
The two walked side by side around the wall. Fu Qingyang watched and said: "If you master these sword skills, you can use them up to level eight at least."
"Boss, aren't you obsessed with slashing and disdain to learn swordsmanship?" Zhang Yuanqing said.
Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "My slashing has reached the bottleneck. The newly realized sword intention comes at the cost of burning lives. It cannot be used if it is less than ten thousand. If you want to go further, you have to expand your horizons and think about hundreds of schools of thought. In one furnace.”
As an eighth-level master, Fu Qingyang has seen the swordsmanship all over the wall firmly in his mind after watching it once.
Everyone left the Zhengqi Hall and headed to the last floor of Nanyuan.
Zhang Yuanqing prayed silently in his heart that he could find the White Emperor Crown in the last level, and then said: "According to the strength of the dungeon, you may encounter a level nine master in the last level."
Fu Qingyang shook his head: "The strength of the copy of King of Subjugation is abnormal and cannot be used as a reference standard."
He couldn't believe that he was so unlucky and encountered a spiritual bug again. While the two were talking, Xiahou Aotian took out his drone and investigated as usual.
Amid the hum of the propellers, the drone swarm passed through the invisible membrane and entered the final stage.
Three seconds later, Xia Hou Aotian opened his eyes with a serious look on his face: "The drone was destroyed. I saw ghost lights. Green ghost lights were everywhere. Apart from these, he gained nothing."
"The drone was destroyed in an instant. I couldn't see the attackers." Xiahou Aotian said helplessly.
We were attacked as soon as we entered? We weren't even given a chance to explore?
The others exchanged glances, and their already solemn expressions became even more serious.
Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook a corpse.
"Let me do it. The Inferi have a higher survival rate than drones. Maybe I can see the enemy." He controlled the Inferi to pass through the invisible film.
After about half a minute, Zhang Yuanqing's head suddenly hit him, as if someone had hit him with a stick. The eyeballs in his eye sockets exploded, and two lines of scarlet blood flowed out.