The pattern on the lamp body is shining, circling around like a marquee, and the flame of the lamp also spontaneously combusts, swaying and jumping at the mouth of the lamp, indescribably bewitching and twitching, like a flame virtual bewitching woman twisting her body and dancing a bewitching dance.

Zhou Wen's eyes were attracted by the strange flame, as if the flame was the most beautiful woman in the world, and people couldn't help but fall into it, unable to take their eyes off the flame.

Zhou Wen was extremely tenacious, and when he felt that something was wrong, he forcibly took his eyes off the flames.

But when he looked away from the lamp flame, he was attracted by the flickering patterns on the copper lamp, and at this time Zhou Wen suddenly discovered that those patterns were not simple patterns, but an ancient text, and the demonic power contained in those words was countless times stronger than the lamp flame, so that Zhou Wen couldn't help but be attracted by it.

"How could this be!" Zhou Wen's left fingers suddenly moved on their own, beating unconsciously as if he was playing a piano, but his consciousness didn't let his fingers make any movement at all.

Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of his other hand also moved.

Soon, not only the fingers, but Zhou Wen's whole body moved uncontrollably, this movement was not irregular, and Zhou Wen found that his body was dancing.

Zhou Wen has never been in contact with dance, and he has no interest in dance, he doesn't even go to watch dance programs, but at this time, he is like a professional dancer, his body seems to dance to the rhythm of some kind of music, making all kinds of movements that he has never thought of before.

And these dance moves of his, no matter how you look at them, are all women's dance moves, very enchanting and charming, light and elegant.

But when a big man jumped out, it looked very funny, if Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dancing this kind of dance here, he was afraid that he would laugh and lie on the ground.

Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was useless, he switched several Yuan Qi techniques in a row, but it was useless, his body writhed more and more, and there were many actions similar to flattery.

Soon Zhou Wen discovered that his movements were exactly the same as the beating of the lamp flame, as if he was a puppet controlled by the light flame.

"Damn...... What the hell is this......" Zhou Wen felt like he was about to go crazy.

As Zhou Wen's dance became faster and faster, the originally automatic Lost Immortal Sutra slowed down, and with the slowness of the Lost Immortal Sutra, Zhou Wen's body gradually slowed down.

When the Immortal Sutra completely stopped running, Zhou Wen's body also completely stopped writhing.

But in the next second, the vitality in the body flowed wildly, but it was no longer the route of the Immortal Sutra, but another vitality technique that Zhou Wen had never practiced.

"The pattern on the oil lamp is also a kind of vitality?" Zhou Wen was surprised in his heart, but he was a little happy.

This kind of Yuan Qi recipe is very strange, and it is different from the Yuan Qi recipe that Zhou Wen has been exposed to before, it seems to have countless strange changes, sometimes light and graceful, sometimes as fast as a rainstorm, so that Zhou Wen has an urge to break through the air and dance.

Time passed minute by minute, and when Zhou Wen regained control of himself, his body had already cultivated that kind of Yuan Qi technique.

The oil lamp, which was originally suspended in the air, suddenly lost its brilliance and fell to the ground, returning to its original dilapidated appearance.

Zhou Wenzheng wanted to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body, and the Yuan Qi Technique he had just practiced dissipated suddenly, and the Immortal Sutra was running again.

It's just that this time it was different from any of the previous ones, and the vitality spread throughout the body, circulating like blood.

Rumble!

Zhou Wen only felt a buzz in his brain, and a voice kept echoing.

"If God disobeys me, I will kill God...... If the immortals rebel against me, I will cut down the immortals...... Not with God...... Not the same as the immortals...... I am ......" The voice was presumptuous and rampant, but there was a kind of magic that made people tremble and fear, but it also made people's blood boil all over their bodies, as if there was something surging in their hearts, and they wanted to poke a hole in the sky.

This voice Zhou Wen was not unfamiliar, in the countless nights that he had cultivated the Lost Immortal Sutra, this voice kept whispering in his ears, but before, he couldn't hear what the voice was talking about.

Today he finally heard clearly what that voice was, it was a woman's voice, but it had a moving momentum, as if all the creatures of the heavens and all the worlds were about to crawl at her feet.

Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, a picture involuntarily appeared in his mind, countless gods and Buddhas were prostrate on the ground, all worshipping a woman, as if they were pilgrimage.

It's a pity that this is just Zhou Wen's own imagination, and he can't see the woman's face clearly, he only feels that her temperament is incomparable, as if she is high, but she is not the kind of holiness of the immortal Buddha, and there is a kind of murderous aura.

The voice in his head grew weaker and weaker, and it seemed to be about to collapse, and by the end, it was almost inaudible.

Zhou Wen vaguely heard that there seemed to be a sentence at the end that was a little different from the previous repeated sentence: "Return...... Day...... Immortal ...... ...... time"

It's just that the sound is too small at the back, and it is about to collapse, and the complete sentence can't be heard clearly.

Rumble!

The Immortal Sutra running in his body seemed to explode, and the cells in his body seemed to bloom together, making Zhou Wen wonder if his body had exploded.

Depraved...... Constant depravity......

Zhou Wen felt as if his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea, constantly descending, constantly sinking, and finally his consciousness was completely submerged in darkness.

Since practicing the Lost Immortal Sutra, Zhou Wen hasn't really slept well for a long time.

Every time he fell asleep, no matter when and where, there would be a voice whispering in his ear, like the Buddha chanting sutras, and like the temptation of the devil.

Coupled with that kind of suffocating ghost bed pressing experience, if it were someone else, I am afraid that I would already go crazy.

Zhou Wen plays games desperately every day, although he wants to improve his strength, but there is no idea of escaping sleep.

Until today, the feeling of being haunted by evil spirits has finally completely dissipated, and Zhou Wen slept very sweetly this night, as if there is nothing happier in the world than a good night's sleep.

Zhou Wen woke up and stretched his waist, only to feel that the comfort made him almost moan, and the cells in his body seemed to be making comfortable cheers.

Zhou Wen pressed his palm on the bed and wanted to sit down, but when he pressed it, his body bounced up directly, and his head hit the ceiling, and half of his head crashed into the ceiling made of reinforced concrete, and he hung on the ceiling like that.