When Lu Li's consciousness fell into a repetitive illusion, his physical body was still on the edge of the Xingyue Lake, but at this time he was already asleep with his eyes closed.

Gu Lian Chafeng and Dugu Haotian, who had been hiding in the shadows and always paying attention to Lu Li's situation, appeared next to Lu Li at the first time, but until now they have not been able to successfully wake Lu Li up.

"When did he get the trick?" Dugu Haotian was not good at the Divine Soul Technique, so he had to look at Gu Lian Chasing Wind from the side, and asked suspiciously.

Gu Lian Zhufeng was pressing his right index finger against Lu Li's eyebrows, and when he heard this, he replied, "Maybe it's when you pass through the Tianyuan City Post Station, or maybe there is still a secret hand of Tianyuan City in the Sword Sect Station. ”

Dugu Hao said angrily: "Although my Sword Sect's control over the outer disciples is very loose, this Tianyuan City is also too presumptuous. ”

He then asked, "Gu Lian, why didn't you notice Lu Li's abnormality before, can't your exercises amplify your senses and enhance your insight?"

"The person who made the move has a higher level of attainment in the art of the soul than me, and he is quite cautious in his shots. The other party was worried that he would fail, so he didn't choose to kill directly, but this kind of 'soft' shot is more difficult to detect in advance. "Gu Lian Chasing the Wind Path.

As the end of his index finger rippled, Lu Li's tightly closed eyes rolled, as if he was not far from waking up.

When Dugu Haotian heard this, he thought about it for a while, and said: "Tianyuan City has always been good at the art of divine souls, but the only ones who can make you feel ashamed are those three people." ”

"It's the handwriting of [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji. Gu Lian Chafeng said firmly.

At this time, Long Sanguan and Paris Steelrope, who received the message, also rushed over, and the two of them, as the combat power of the Sword Sect on the bright side near Xingyue Lake, had entered the camp before to paralyze the possible Tian Yuan City attackers.

However, no one expected Tian Yuan City's attack to be so silent, nor did they expect that [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji's Divine Soul Technique could be so secretive.

"How is Lu Li?" Long Sanguan frowned and asked, if Lu Li was really killed under the protection of two bright and two dark, a total of four inner door cultivators, then the name of the Sword Sect would become the laughing stock of all the forces in the Nether Realm.

Gu Lian Chasing Wind couldn't see a trace of expression on his cold face, and he said, "There is no danger to his life, he is just trapped in the [Endless Illusion], and it will not be long before I can crack this [Endless Illusion] for him." ”

"Tsk, the newly recruited Sword Sect disciples in the past hundred years are at this level, although he is only an outer sect, he will not be killed silently, right?" Parles Tightrope shook his head.

"The one who shot at him was [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji, Lu Li had never practiced the [Heart] System Exercises, and it was normal that he didn't have the power to parry. Dugu Haotian explained.

This disciple of the Qingdian Sword Saint still has a good impression of Lu Li, at least in terms of affection and righteousness, Lu Li's character is still quite appreciated by Dugu Haotian.

At this time, Gu Lian Chafeng's fingers against Lu Li's eyebrows trembled, and he said, "Wake up." ”

As Gu Lian Chafeng's voice fell, Lu Li's eyelids rolled, and with some effort, Lu Li finally opened his eyes.

Buzz –

As soon as Lu Li opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it to the side, and in the ripples in the air, he pulled out the stone sword [Zhenyu].

Lu Li turned over and stood up, feeling the texture and weight of the stone sword in his hand, while frowning and muttering to himself, "Isn't it an illusion?"

"Knowing that relying on the 'uniqueness' of [Acquired Sword Embryo] to confirm the illusion, you are not too stupid. Gu Lian Chasing the Wind said flatly.

Lu Li looked at this elven monk with black hair and sharp ears, smiled and said, "Actually, your annoying attitude is even more unique. ”

Parles Tightrope said indifferently, "Watch your attitude, Outer Door Boy. If it weren't for Gu Lian's help, you would still be lying on the ground and sleeping. ”

Long Sanguan said: "Now that [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji has appeared, Tianyuan City may no longer know where to ambush us. We'll stay in camp tonight and wait until tomorrow morning before we leave for the inn, so that even if we're attacked and lost, we'll be able to get to the station before dark tomorrow. ”

Long Sanguan had learned from his previous experience and knew that in addition to the direct threat from Tian Yuan City, the dangerous environment in the Nether also needed to be avoided.

Dugu Haotian and Gu Lian Chafeng also had no opinion on this proposal. There are four Inner Sect cultivators of the Sword Sect gathered here, unless it is the city lord of Tian Yuan City who is there in person, there is no need to worry about Tian Yuan City launching a surprise attack on the camp.

After Gu Lian Zhufeng and Dugu Haotian searched around the area again, and confirmed that [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji was no longer nearby, the sky had become dark.

As he walked back to the camp, Lu Li found that the old blasphemer, who had a special status among the Blasphemers, had stopped dancing.

Parles Tightrope walked over and kicked the old blasphemost's body, which was completely unresponsive.

A moment later, Parles Tightrope spat at the stiff old blasphemous man, and scolded, "Useless thing, this is dead." ”

The dwarven monk then spoke in a non-fluent blasphemous language, and said to the natives who did not dare to stop working, but were somewhat overwhelmed by the death of the old blasphemous: "Damn pigs, you can be lazy if you get what you want, and this is all for today." Now get all of them back to your pens!"

The blasphemers, male and female, old and young, stopped their work as if they had been granted amnesty, but did not leave the site immediately, but spontaneously gathered around the corpse of the old blasphemous man and danced a solemn and solemn dance that was completely devoid of beauty.

"Damn, you don't understand the words, do you? I want you to go back to the pig pen right away, right away!" the two delicate short swords that were behind his back were unsheathed at the same time, levitating themselves in the air.

The two short swords are like two trained hounds, waiting for a command from their master, and then rushing out to taste the blood.

Gulian Chasing Wind looked at this scene with a blank face, as if she was looking at a group of real pigs and sheep.

Long Sanguan didn't speak, obviously used to seeing this kind of scene.

In the end, Dugu Haotian spoke: "Forget Paris, I heard that the number of these blasphemous clans is getting smaller and smaller, even if you don't cherish it, you have to save it for the Sword Sect." ”

At this time, the blasphemers who were dancing were also frightened by the flying sword of Paris Tightrope, and they hurriedly stopped dancing and rushed to the entrance of the camp as if fleeing for their lives.

Seeing this, Parles Tightrope snorted coldly and put the two flying swords back into their sheaths.

During this period, Lu Li saw the young blasphemous clan named Kruru, and he didn't forget to look at Lu Li during the run, his eyes were full of undisguised hatred and deep confusion.

After all the blasphemers had been herded into the camp like livestock, Parish Steelrope took out a translucent lampshade from his robes.

"Take shelter from the wind and water, bless the side, go!" said a simple incantation, and threw the thing in his hand that resembled a lampshade into the air, only to see that the lampshade grew in the wind, and in a short time it was larger than the house, enveloping the unfinished inn.

"Okay, let's go, Brother Sanguan has tasted my batch of fine wine purchased from [Molten Iron Hill] at noon, Haotian and Gu Lian, you have to taste it too. Parles Tightrope said, and he subconsciously ignored Lu Li, the outer monk.

Lu Li didn't care much about it, even if the other party knelt down and begged him, Lu Li would never take a sip of the wine.

While a few people were talking, they had already entered the camp, Lu Li had not gone deep into the camp before, and only after following a few inner door monks at this time could he really see the inside of the camp clearly.

I saw that except for the entrance part, the rest of the camp was built underground.

"How can there be such stable soil under the desert?" Lu Li reached out and touched the wall with a little curiosity, and found that there was a slight sticky feeling in his hand, which reminded Lu Li of the viscous liquid he had seen before and spit out from the mouths of those female blasphemers.

Thinking of this, Lu Li subconsciously withdrew his hand, and used his sword qi to continuously wash the few fingers that touched the wall.