"Huh!"

A golden avenue appeared in front of everyone, flashing with seductive light, the scene changed rapidly, and a white marble step suddenly appeared, above the steps, the crane flew around slowly, the sun was shining, and a burst of fairy music sounded, which sounded fresh and pleasant, making every pore ironed.

That scene reminded people of the fairyland that the twenty-six teachers of the Asking Academy had just opened the spatial vortex of this small world.

At the end of the steps, a rainbow stretched across the north and south, and the intoxicating fragrance accompanied by bursts of rich aura bubbled in, smelling intoxicating, and the strife in the world became very small at that moment, like the sand flowing through the fingertips, insignificant, and dispersed as soon as the wind blew.

"Let's go, get out into nature, my people......"

The voice was ethereal, like a mother's gentle little hand brushing through the heart, and people couldn't help but think about a thought, that is, to close their eyes, follow the call to let go of their mood, and blend in.

"Quit?!"

Mu Ping was suddenly shocked, there are really masters in this small world, and such a high and profound illusion array can be arranged.

This is a sixth-level phantom array set up from the monk's heart, the purpose of which is to make the monk give up his fighting spirit and destroy the physical body.

He had read about this phantom array in an ancient book, and he had never seen it in real life, but he didn't expect to open his eyes today.

There are tens of thousands of formations in the world, but they are ever-changing, and they can't escape from two aspects—that is, trapped formations and killing formations.

As the name suggests, it is to trap, or to kill.

The phantom array is a more clever formation, which takes advantage of the inner weakness of the monk to produce a psychedelic effect, either sleepy or killing.

The most important thing in arranging the trapped array is to refine the phantom bead, and people who are not strong in spirit cannot refine it.

"Wake up!"

Mu Ping didn't have time to find the location of the phantom bead, Yuan Gui, Ning Qiao, including Bai Yifei had already raised their feet, and they were about to climb the steps, if they were a little late, they would fall into the abyss immediately, and they would die.

Therefore, Mu Ping let out a lion's roar from his mouth, and there was a heart-clearing mantra in it.

"What?"

Yuan Gui, Ning Qiao, and Bai Yifei raised their right feet high, stopped in mid-air, turned their heads, and looked at Mu Ping blankly, as if they had never known him.

"Wake up!"

Mu Ping roared, and his spiritual power turned into countless awls, stabbing the three of them into the sea.

It was he who performed the third of the three forms of Death, the Death Thorn.

"Puff puff!"

Three awls of spiritual power pierced into the sea of consciousness of the three people, and they "ah-" let out a miserable scream in unison, and their bodies were full of excitement, and they immediately woke up.

"Brother Zhang, what happened to us just now?"

Ning Qiao stared at a pair of big confused eyes, and his head was confused.

When she saw her right foot raised, she didn't know why.

"Wow, look at it up ahead, what's it?"

Turning her head, she saw the fairyland at the end of the white marble steps, and countless little stars suddenly welled up in her eyes.

Yuan Gui is no better.

Wei Bai flew, his face was red and white, and said, "Boss, we have been hit by the phantom array?"

I have to say that people who know divination have far more spiritual power than ordinary people, and they understand a lot more than ordinary people.

"Of course. ”

Mu Ping stretched out his hand to pull Ning Qiao and Yuan Gui back, and his spiritual power began to search inch by inch, and suddenly, his face was happy.

Thirty meters in the air, an inconspicuous gray-white ball was spinning slowly. That small ball was only the size of a ping-pong ball in the world, hidden in the thick fog, if it weren't for his mental power, he wanted to find out, it would be a daydream.

"Come!"

Mu Ping let out a low roar, turned into a net of mental power, and directly outflanked the ball.

"Whew!"

Sensing the danger, the phantom bead turned into a streamer of light and flew away.

"Boom!"

Mu Ping slapped his eyebrows, and a spiritual power flew towards the phantom bead with his eyes.

Since it can't be captured alive, it will be destroyed.

At this moment, Mu Ping can only deter his opponent by more arrogant means.

"Bang!"

The orb burst open in response to the sound, turning into a sky full of debris.

"Huh!"

With the explosion of the phantom bead, everything in front of him disappeared abruptly, and what appeared in front of Ning Qiao, Yuan Gui, and Bai Yifei was a cliff, about 10,000 feet deep, black inside, bottomless, yin wind gusting, and countless wandering spirits who had lost their minds let out sharp screams from time to time.

"This ......"

The three of them stepped back more than a dozen steps, and they were shocked by the white sweat of their heads.

If it weren't for Mu Ping's timely move, the three of them wouldn't need much, as long as they stepped on one step, they would immediately fall to pieces.

The geismas below don't need to be asked, they are all formed by monks who fell down.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Bai Yifei clenched his fists and bowed solemnly.

"Brother Zhang, in the future, my Yuan Gui's life will belong to you, go to the soup and die!"

Yuan Gui knelt down in front of Mu Ping with a plop.

"Me too. ”

Ning Qiao hurriedly followed and knelt down.

"Brother Yuan, Sister Qiao'er, get up, we are classmates, we don't have to be like this!"

Mu Ping smiled slightly and waved his hand to hold the two up.

"Boom!"

A pontoon bridge stretched from the opposite bank, directly to the feet of the people.

"This ...... Is it another trap?"

The three of them looked at each other, and turned their faces to Mu Ping with palpitations.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Mu Ping put his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked onto the pontoon bridge, the three of them looked at each other, and "swished" showed their blades, trembling and following behind.

There was nothing to say all the way, and half an hour later, the four of them got off the pontoon bridge, and suddenly dark clouds covered the sun, and the darkness swallowed the four of them in an instant.

"Brother Zhang, where are you?"

Bai Yifei's frightened voice came from afar.

"Don't be afraid!"

Mu Ping stretched out his hand and pulled the other three to half a meter beside him, and said, "Everyone walk forward back to back." ”

The four of them were back to back, forming a single unit, slowly groping their way forward.

"Quit resentment!"

There are three demons in the cultivation of monks, which are called "stupidity, greed, and hatred", also known as the three poisons.

What Mu Ping has just broken is obsession, as well as anger and greed.

If what he expected was right, the phantom array in front of him was poisonous.

The so-called anger, in the final analysis, means that the monk cannot control his state of mind, and will fall into boundless anger until he finally destroys himself.

The Chinese secular ancients paid attention to "it is better to settle the grievances than to tie the knot", which is the best mantra to break the poison, and if you can't break it, you will live in the shadow of hatred for a lifetime, and you can't extricate yourself, and you don't need external force, and you will play yourself to death.

There is no shortage of examples of this.

However, the "Quit Anger" formation in front of him turned out to be a seventh-level phantom array, and Mu Ping was also drunk, and being able to achieve this level of phantom array made him look at this small world with admiration.

"Prepare for battle!"

Mu Ping shouted, and with a wave of his right hand, a ghost that sneaked over quietly was split in two by him

Half.