"Death, Book of Death—"

When Lu Jun was surprised by the name of the spell, all the "Death Technique" in front of Wang Wan'er lit up with a light gray light, and then all kinds of scars appeared on Lu Jun's body for no reason.

Swords and slashes are commonplace, and the "Book of Death" still hides the scars of wild beast bites, the traces of burns by soldering irons, and the traces of being forced to confess by various torture tools. For a moment, Lu Jun's body seemed to have experienced all kinds of catastrophes. Obviously, the clothes on his body are still intact, but his body is already bleeding and scarred.

Lu Jun can use the ability of the spirit beast Huanglong to numb his pain sense through electricity, and he can also use his aura to heal himself.

But even so, Lu Jun still vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the painful feeling made his eyes flow bloody tears.

This is because the scars are generated at a rate far faster than Lu Jun's healing speed, and if he doesn't do something about it, he will die in endless pain.

Escape!

This is the only thing that Lu Jun, who is not good at the law of space, can think of after seeing Wang Xuan'er's methods.

Without hesitation, the head of Lu Jun directly took off into the air, and with the help of the lightning-fast speed of the spirit beast Huanglong, he did his best to escape from Wang Xuan'er's domain. He didn't dare to turn his head back when he was flying rapidly, for fear that a few more scars on his body would cause him to not be able to fly.

But then, something strange happened—

Just as Master Lu was about to return to the confines of the Hundred Beast Sect disciples' dormitory, he suddenly became in a trance and stood in the woods where Wang Wan'er had been found.

At this time, Lu Zhangmen was still dressed in ordinary clothes, and he was not in a state of possession by the spirit beast Huanglong. Somewhat dazed, he looked around, wondering why he was here.

Now in the mind of the head of Lu Jun, he has lost all the memories of fighting Wang Xuan'er!

His last memory was after he came out of Lawrence Doyle's house before he found Wang Xuan'er.

The memories in Master Lu's mind gradually surfaced, and he remembered that he had talked to Lawrence Doyle at night because of the lack of spirit beast ingredients. Follow the path in the woods and get ready to meet your villa.

Recalling this, Lu Jun breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk forward.

Who would have thought that before he had walked a few steps, he saw a woman stretching out on the branch of a certain big tree.

Through her back, Lu Jun recognized her as someone sent by the Qianguo Monk Alliance.

No matter what the reason, sneaking around within the control of his own sect is not allowed by Lu Jun. So there was no need to talk, Lu Jun, who floated into the air, directly hit Wang Xuan'er's waist and abdomen, who dodged in time, with a beam of spiritual energy.

The horn of another battle sounded—

It's just that the process of the battle is exactly the same as what happened before, the transfer of injuries, the possession of the Yellow Dragon, the chase in the woods, Wang Xuan'er's Void Realm, and the Book of Death. It's like copying and pasting the process.

When Lu Jun once again escaped because of the threat of the Book of Death and flew to the confines of the Hundred Beasts Sect disciples' dormitory, he once again returned to the woods where he met Wang Xuan'er.

Lu Jun lost the memory of the battle with Wang Xuan'er again.

Once again, Lu Jun met the sneaky Wang Juan'er in the woods.

Once again, Lu Jun and Wang Juan'er had a fight.

And because of the fear of the Book of Death

After Lu Jun escaped, he once again returned to the original starting point.

The cycle goes on and on, and there is no end, because Lu Jun is deeply trapped in an infinite loop of illusion.

In the real world, Wang Juan'er, who had adjusted her breath, was looking at Lu Jun who was standing on the lawn with her eyes bowed with her eyes blank. I don't know when Lu Jun, who was deeply immersed in illusion, was like this.

The reason for this is because in order to control the monks of the Mahayana period, Wang Wan'er installed a phantom array in the middle of the mountain in advance.

As long as someone has the idea of escaping in the phantom array, the infinite loop of the phantom array will be triggered. Unless the idea of escaping disappears, the person who is tricked will be trapped in the illusion and unable to escape.

This is the countermeasure that Wang Xuan'er, who is good at strategy, prepared this afternoon in order to deal with Lu Jun.

The "Book of Death" is indeed Wang Wan'er's killer weapon, and she can also master this technique proficiently. It's just that the Book of Death has a big restriction, that is, it can only be used by monks of the same level, or monks of a higher realm. It is actually useful to deal with monks of higher realms, but the effect will be greatly reduced, and there will be a risk of being eaten by the law.

That's why Wang Xuan'er combined his abilities with the phantom array and successfully locked the monks of the Mahayana period.

If anyone can record this battle, it will definitely go down in history, a battle in which the weak defeated the strong.

"Hehe, I still came up with this trick when I was watching anime. ”

Wang Wan'er, who had her hands on her hips, smiled and admired her masterpiece, "Master also said that watching anime is a plaything, and this time I see what else he can say about me, hehe." Eh, it's so late, it's time to meet. ”

Wang Wan'er was not worried that Lu Jun would suddenly run out of the illusion, because with Lu Jun's IQ, by the time he found out that he had fallen for the illusion and cracked the illusion, he would definitely have been imprisoned in a special cell by the Monk League.

......

Halfway up the hill of Lawrence Doyle's house.

There is a villa that is separate from the rest of the complex, and the best feature of this villa is that it has a large kitchen that can be used as a dining room.

It was nine o'clock in the night before Wenying Ying went to Minghu Palace in the East, and Wang Wan'er went to the Hundred Beasts Gate. The youngest boy in the Monks' League, Nailed Gong Lian, walked into the kitchen of the villa under the mountainside.

"Yo, Lian, you're here. ”

The person who spoke was the head of the Shisheng Building, who was in the kitchen cutting area and practiced knife skills with potatoes to maintain his feel - Ji Dao.

Ji Dao is the type of royal sister who can "hit people with the ball", and in appearance, she is in her early twenties. She has hair that falls down to her waist and fair skin. Under her somewhat handsome appearance, there is also a black heart.

Although the Food Saint Building in the Shengtian Continent is a sect, it is a single lineage, and now there is actually only one person in the entire sect, Ji Dao.

"Hmm. Nail Gong Lian didn't speak much, and sat down in a dining area in front of the teppanyaki iron plate.

For the sudden appearance of the nail palace lotus, Ji Dao was not surprised. Nail Gonglian didn't follow Ji Dao, there was a tense atmosphere. Because in the past few days of investigation, Nail Gonglian would go to Ji Dao's side for a supper every night.

Although they have only known each other for a few days, the two are friends at first sight.

Maybe it's because in the hearts of both of them, there are lonely souls living in them.

Ji Dao walked up to Nail Gonglian and straightened her clothes: "My new chef's uniform has arrived today, what do you think." ”

What Ji Dao is wearing is what she asked Lawrence Doyle to find the designer to weave. The main color of the dress is white, with a black prison gold pattern on it. On the shoulders there is a black and gold dragon pattern, and under the pure black apron there is a cloud-like pattern.

Nail Gonglian, who made herself a cup of brown rice tea, said, "It's not bad, it looks quite fitting." ”

Ji Dao pouted: "It's not very common, I have to say that your chef's clothes in the human world are too exquisite, and they make people a little restrained when they wear them." ”

Nail Gonglian said lightly: "You are looking for someone to design the chef uniform of the chef-level chef of the state banquet, of course, you have to be more restrained." ”

"It doesn't matter, anyway, being handsome is a lifelong thing. Ji Dao, who bent over and held his cheeks with his hands like flowers, said, "So what are you going to eat today's little Lianlian." ”

The face of Nail Gonglian, who was not surprised by Ji Dao's ridicule, remained unchanged: "A seafood sashimi platter." ”

Ji Dao, who loosened the pine bones, said with a smile: "Eating cold food at night is not good for your body, but today I will generously satisfy you." ”

From the refrigerated cabinets and safes dedicated to ingredients, Himeto took out seafood such as tuna, salmon, sea bream, and sweet shrimp one after another. Then there were vegetables such as radish, cucumbers, and large leaves.

Immediately after putting on the chef's hat and tightening the apron, Ji Dao sliced all kinds of fish into slices in a burst of knife light, and then shelled the sweet shrimp, prepared the radish puree and shredded radish, and arranged the large leaves and lemon slices on the small wooden boat.

The whole set of actions is smooth, and there is no hesitation in the process of taking materials, cleaning, and cutting the knife, just like a sashimi master who has been in a hundred battles.

Seeing Ji Dao busy in front of her, it is hard to imagine that she only started to get in touch with the food of the human world two months ago.

The purpose of the Shisheng Lou School is to find the ultimate in cooking, which is also the lifelong goal of Ji Dao. In order to explore what is at the end of cooking, Ji Dao conquered the taste buds of Dongfang Longque with his personal cooking skills, and became an alternative in the army of "crossing".

It's just that Ji Dao is different from other sects or casual cultivators, and the purpose of her coming to the human world is to learn all kinds of cooking skills.

So during these two months, she mostly spent her time specializing in recipes or eating in food courts around the world. I didn't think of the human world as the legendary outer world like others, thinking about training in the human world or treating it as a treasure land.

It can be said that Ji Dao's life is born for the food saint building, and for the ultimate kitchen.

It was only a few minutes before the platter of sashimi, which was arranged on a small wooden boat and had a rather beautiful shape, came to the front of the nail palace lotus. The flavor is a thick soy sauce made with Hime-to-go, and it is topped with wasabi and served with seafood.

"The hospitality is not good, please use it slowly. "This is what Ji Dao will say every time before serving food, but this is obviously too modest.

Tasting the seafood sashimi at the level of the state banquet, Ji Dao and Nailiyasu Lian poured some sake and chatted. This is the tacit understanding formed by the two in the past few days, and there is no special purpose, the two of them are like close friends who rarely meet, talking about trivial things in life.

The more pure the person, the more willing others will be to associate with him.

After three rounds of drinking, the time passed ten o'clock in the night.

The two of them, who were chatting, suddenly heard the roar of an explosion outside. It was Dongfang Wenying and Wang Wan'er, who had already faced the two heads.

Ji Dao frowned: "Why is it so noisy outside today." ”

"Because...... It's time for war. ”