The young man's pupils constricted slightly, as if he was puzzled, and as if he was sad.

Meng Heng was not soft-hearted, and said word by word: "You shouldn't appear here." ”

Although the illusion this time is much more realistic than the tiger, leopard and jackal just now, the young man in front of him also seems to be alive, with sounds, touches, and the warm temperature of the palm.

However, what is false is what is false.

Even if he almost ignored the strange aura that came with the youth.

"Heng'er, why are you ......" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of anxiety, as if he was in a hurry to explain something.

Meng Heng shook his head and interrupted him.

"You go, you shouldn't be here." Again, he emphasized. Other than that, he didn't want to say more. When the words fell, he ruthlessly waved away the hand that the young man had shaken, and turned away.

"Heng'er." The young man called in a low voice behind his back, and there was a bit of loneliness in his tone.

Meng Heng paused, finally stood for a long time, then turned slightly sideways, turned half of his face, and said, "You wait, I'll be back." ”

Then he strode away, ignoring the call of the people behind him, and walked all the way out of Meng's house.

But at the moment when he just stepped out of the threshold, it was a whirlwind, dim, and when he raised his eyes again, where was the Yuyu Qiong Building, carved beams and paintings just now!

Meng Heng was a little stunned. However, it was only for a moment, and the next moment, he looked coldly at the changing illusion.

At the moment, he was on a cliff.

This cliff looks like it is ten thousand feet high, and the clouds and mist under your feet are not real, but looking down through the dark glow, it is unfathomable, and you can't see the bottom.

In the distance is a bloody sun, the glow is beautiful, the clouds are wrapped on both sides, and the cliff side is a hundred-year-old pine, swaggering the branches and leaves that are blown by the wind.

Listen to it again, there seems to be a bird singing in the distance, desolate and tactful, and it will not stop for a long time.

Looking around, there is no way back, nowhere to go.

Right now, Meng Heng is standing on a relatively flat boulder on this cliff, and if he wants to get out of this cliff, he must climb down from the boulder.

However, the stone is huge, three stories high, and the surrounding area is extremely smooth, and there is no place for hands and feet to climb on.

It's clearly a dead end.

"Whew-" The bird flapped its wings and flew over, and an extraordinarily large vulture landed on the rock, staring at him with blazing eyes.

Meng Heng raised his eyebrows and squinted at the vulture.

The beak of the bird is slender and sharp, and its two claws are tightly knocked on the ground, which is comparable to that of an eagle, but it is several times larger than the eagle's physique.

On this cliff, as long as it flapped its fat wings slightly, it would surely be able to flip him down and fall into the abyss.

That being the case, wait for it to pounce.

Meng Heng stood calmly on the edge of the cliff, his back straight.

In just a moment, the vulture really ran and glided, its huge wings spread, and it swept over Meng Heng's head like a dark cloud.

And then there was another back and forth spin. Suddenly, the bird's beak pressed against Meng Heng's waist and threw him straight off the cliff.

A sharp pain came from his waist, but Meng Heng couldn't care about it at this time, only to feel the sound of the wind whistling past his ears.

The scenery flashed in front of him, and the drastic change in air pressure also made his chest feel uncomfortable.

It was as if death was really imminent at this moment.

Meng Heng could feel his heart beating.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and only focused on it, feeling the real changes in the air flow around him.

The breeze is gentle, the sound of murmuring water, the fragrance of flowers and birds, and there is no movement.

He snapped his eyes open. Sure enough, I saw that I was standing on the flat ground, and there were no cliffs around, just the green willows and prosperous spring scenery.

There was a tingling of itching at my feet. Meng Heng looked down and saw that it was the white fox, arched into a ball, rubbing against his feet.

Sure enough, it is still the boundary of Yumian Mountain. It's not the same as it was before I was in the water.

Looks like this is a fantasy.

He was about to raise his eyes and scan it, when he heard a burst of laughter: "The qi of Yuanyang, insight into people's hearts, the leaves blow music, the music is confusing, and now you have walked out of the illusion arranged by my Xuan Yulang unharmed, Meng Heng, how much else do you have to be amazing?" ”

Meng Heng looked for prestige and saw that it was Xuan Yulang. The man was still wearing the same wide robe with wide sleeves and a snow-white robe, and walked over with a playful smile on his face.

Meng Heng tugged at the corners of his mouth and said lightly: "Your Excellency Lao is worried, Meng Mou is also a life of nine deaths, so he can barely escape from this illusion." ”

Xuan Yulang laughed loudly, shook his head while laughing, walked over and pulled Meng Heng's wrist directly, pinched it with two fingers, and said: "Fox art is the most confusing, and my illusion is even better, like you, who can go through the illusion without losing his heart, I have counted and counted, and I have seen no more than three people in this life." ”

Indeed, this is true. In his early years, when he was still playful, he used this illusion to confuse people many times. In fact, whether it is a demon or a human, anyone who enters this illusion will either be scared to death by the fierce beast and ghost, or be drunk and unconscious by immersing himself in the secret things in his heart, or he will be anxious and chaotic and completely lose his mind, and he will be trapped in that illusion and die alone.

He sighed as he carefully probed Meng Heng's pulse.

Exploring like this, there was even more surprise in his eyes, and then he frowned silently, only stretched out two fingers and probed the young man's neck again, and after a long time, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he said: "That Yuanyang Qi is actually a little stronger." But ......"

Speaking of this, Xuan Yulang laughed slyly twice and said, "I'm afraid that if this aura collides, that force will make you unable to survive and die." ”

He thought about it for a while, and then smiled: "Otherwise, if you recognize me as 'uncle', I can teach you some ways to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages." ”

As he spoke, his long and narrow phoenix eyes blinked slightly, and his expression seemed to have something meaningful.

Up to no good.

Meng Heng glanced at him lightly, lukewarmly pushed away the other party's hand resting on his neck, and sneered: "So, I have passed Your Excellency's assessment?" ”

Xuan Yulang was stunned, as if he was savoring the word "assessment", the more he played, the more interesting he felt, he couldn't help but smile, squinted his eyes, and said, "That's right, you did pass my assessment." ”

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Having said that, Xuan Yulang, the "uncle", did not do anything good to protect his nephew, but pestered all day long, asking Meng Heng how to do it without being trapped by the illusion and retreating.

I didn't believe that he could do this as a mortal, and thought that he had cultivated some evil and crooked spell, and took advantage of Meng Heng's inattention to probe his pulse and vitality again, making Meng Heng's blood boiling, and the pain was unbearable.

"No, you really haven't practiced any spells?" Xuan Yulang approached Meng Heng, who was concentrating on his fortune, and asked with a frown.

Meng Heng didn't want to ignore him. At this time, he was following the secret told by the other party, doing some basic cultivation things that could regulate his internal breath.

Although the secret is only eight words: "Negative yin and yang, the beginning is one." ”

At first glance, he didn't know where to start, but he had carefully observed the cultivation method of the demon fox in the forest in the past few days, and he had also gained a lot.

It seems that cultivation is like hypnosis, and self-realization and realization are the most important, and the specific steps and methods vary from person to person.

It's just the chatter and harassment of the person in front of you, which is really annoying.

Meng Heng raised his eyes lazily to look at him after being disturbed by the other party again, and said impatiently: "I never understood your cultivation spells before, what I use is called hypnosis, whether you are a human or a demon, as long as you have consciousness, thinking, and mind, once hypnotized, your mind will be controlled by the hypnotist, and there is no way to escape, you can only be at the mercy of the hypnotist." Therefore, although your cultivation is profound, your consciousness, thinking, and mind are not more determined and strong than ordinary people, and they do not change because of your cultivation, so when it comes to hypnosis, you, as well as your fox grandchildren, can only be helpless. ”

It was rare for him to be so patient to talk for such a long time, but he was just annoyed by the other party's interruption and wanted to completely end the other party's curiosity.

After listening to it, Xuan Yulang really seemed to be thoughtful, and there were words in his mouth that said "hypnosis", "consciousness" and "thinking", but he couldn't understand his meaning after repeating it, and he was unwilling to do so, so he wanted to entangle it again.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the couch just now was gone, he was not angry, he only felt that the young man had added a little magic and fun in his heart, and he was busy looking left and right for a while, and he got out of this stone mansion and looked for the young man. 166 Reading Network