Lu Xianjue walked out of the cave, and there was no dazzling sunlight shining on him, because this was the Demon Abyss, at most there was only that strange moonlight, speaking of which, Lu Xianjue had not seen the sun for a long time.

He wandered through the Demon Abyss in high spirits, he didn't bother with the Bloodthirsty Demon Ants and the Golden-veined Tiger, there was nothing he wanted, his goal was to go deeper into the Demon Abyss, to see if he could meet more precious herbs.

There are many creatures in the Demon Abyss, but most of them avoid seeing Lu Xianjue, because the blood on this young man's body is too vigorous, it doesn't look easy to mess with, and there are also many bloodthirsty beasts eyeing him, but they have never made a move, although they are bloodthirsty and aggressive, but they are not stupid, there is no need to attack some creatures that look more dangerous, and Lu Xianjue did not take the initiative to provoke them, because there is no need, of course, occasionally there will be fierce beasts that do not have long eyes to attack, all of them were killed by Lu Xianjue and made into food.

He walked leisurely in the Demon Abyss, and occasionally found some ordinary elixirs, but it didn't have much effect on him now.

Soon, he wandered to a place where birds don't poop, where there are no living creatures and no sound.

But suddenly, he felt that his eyes were brighter, and it was no longer a wasteland, but as if he had stepped into a green meadow, with a fresh breeze, sunshine, and even...

"Dad, mother. ”

Under the ancient tree in the distance, leaning on the one standing together, isn't it the father and mother who are already there.

Lu Xianjue had tears in his eyes and walked forward.

But he quickly stopped.

At that moment, he wanted to rush over, but he only lost his mind for a short time, because he realized that these were not real, how could his parents appear in this place that seemed to be a pure land, they were not here.

He bit his lip and stinged himself to dispel the illusion, but when he looked up, everything around him remained the same.

"Xian'er, why can't you come over. ”

The tall and handsome man said.

It was his father, Lu Wutian, and he was so gentle, kind, and mighty under the tree, which made Lu Xianjue's heart shock.

"Xian'er. ”

With that gentle call, Lu Xianjue's body began to vibrate, and the voice of the woman under the tree came, it was his mother.

"Dad, mother. ”

The corners of Lu Xianjue's mouth were bleeding, and the illusion still didn't change anything, he even felt for a moment that it didn't matter if it was an illusion, he wanted to go over, he wanted to rush to the two people who loved him the most, even if it might be fake.

His mind began to waver, and his feet stepped forward, step by step, and there was a flaw in his heart, a very fatal flaw.

The two figures drew closer to him, and his eyes began to blur.

"Ahh ”

He pulled out the iron spike and plunged it into his thigh, the pain made him a little more sober, and in the last moment, he restrained himself, but the illusion still did not disappear.

He began to calm down, because he understood that none of this was true, and that if he died for the sake of indulging in momentary pleasures, he would never see his parents again, and that was not what he wanted.

He gritted his teeth, bandaged his wound slightly, and began to calmly look at the illusion in front of him.

"You're just a replica of them. ”

Lu Xianjue said lightly.

He used his spiritual power, closed his eyes, sealed his hearing, and then dispersed his spiritual sense, and used his spiritual energy to feel all this.

The scenes of light and shadow I saw before turned into mist in the induction of Lu Xianjue's aura, and Lu Xianjue could only vaguely see that the fog was getting thicker and thicker as it went to the center, there should be something there, controlling this piece of illusion.

Lu Xianjue raised his sword and slashed over, and the mist was cut open and gradually dissipated.

He opened his eyes slightly, and found that all the beautiful hallucinations he had had had gone, and he had fallen into a deep mud tank, surrounded by dead trees and some ferocious beasts with saliva.

Lu Xianjue frowned, these are still illusions, and it is useless to use this trick.

He slashed again, and those fierce beasts that looked extremely fierce turned into smoke and dissipated, but the mud tan did not disappear, it was obvious that in these things, there was also a real existence, this swamp mud tan was real, and Lu Xian Jue could indeed feel the impact of this mud tan on him.

There is a deep yin qi in the mud tan, probably the resentment and death qi of the fierce beasts buried here for many years, eating away at Lu Xianjue's aura little by little.

The illusion is not the last resort of the unknown creature at all, its goal is only to lead all these comers into the strange mud tan, so that this mud tan will consume the people who break in.

Lu Xianjue felt that his aura was a little difficult to operate, and his two calves had already fallen into the mud, even if he could pull up one foot with force, the remaining one would not have the strength to pull it out, and it would only get deeper and deeper.

He swept to the depths of the mist again, where it was still wrapped in mist and aura, and it was impossible to see what was doing the demon.

Lu Xianjue calmed down, began to operate the aura, tried to pull out his feet little by little without hindrance, and then stepped on the quagmire.

Mud Tan has been eroding Lu Xianjue's aura, so these actions that usually seem simple have become a little difficult now, but they are not difficult, he can continue to operate after a little concentration.

Lu Xianjue quickly stabilized the aura of his feet, one foot pulled out of the mud surface, stabilized on the mud tan, and the other foot also pulled out like a fish and stepped on the mud tan.

There are two choices in front of Lu Xianjue, one is to turn around and leave, and the other is to step through the mud and chase straight to the source.

Lu Xianjue is not a person who retreats so easily, he chose the second one, he absorbed a ball of aura, held it in his body, and began to rush towards the mist quickly, the surrounding aura became thinner and thinner, but Lu Xianjue could still deal with it.

He was still firmly on the mud tan, getting closer and closer.

Ten meters, eight meters... Five meters.

And just when Lu Xianjue was very close to the center of the fog, suddenly, something changed.

Just around the center of that mist, the gloomy aura suddenly became several times thicker, and Lu Xianjue's aura couldn't be completely attached to his feet at all, and the whole person sank half in an instant.

Lu Xianjue's heart sank, this time he miscalculated, this transformation is not aggravated little by little, boiling frogs in warm water, but letting the pressure around him directly increase, completely becoming two levels, there is no way to operate the aura normally, and there is no chance to turn back.

This is not the thing in the fog that was created by itself, and this innate mud tan, this dark ferocity and blood, this faint poisonous gas, outlined as a cage-like death place that cannot be escaped, as long as a living creature steps here, there is no chance to retreat.

Unwillingly, Lu Xianjue felt that the dirty blood mixed with all kinds of filthy mud had quickly reached his chest, not only the aura, but even his breathing became very difficult.

He could faintly feel the white bones of some creatures that had died here, and he could touch many bones almost casually.

Lu Xianjue was very unwilling, he didn't want to die such a humiliating death and turn into white bones, and there were not even white bones left.

He began to try to operate the aura again, and used his feet to hold the broken bones below for a short period of support, constantly communicating with the slightest trace of aura in the air, but failed, because the chaotic yin qi around him was heavier, he couldn't condense at all, and the aura couldn't be concentrated.

He kept trying all sorts of methods, but to no avail, and suddenly, his eyes widened and he made a bold decision.

"Rather than losing your life here, it's better to fight to the death. ”

Lu Xianjue has no other way, if he drags on any longer, he will definitely die, he burst out all the remaining spiritual energy in his body, and let these spiritual qi continue to heat up, he is burning his spiritual energy, which is deadly, although he can't light a perfect spiritual fire with his current cultivation, but what he is doing now is not much different from spontaneous combustion itself, although the power is much different, but the side effects are the same, a method of burning jade.

Water vapor continued to rise from his side, and his own aura was also rapidly depleted, it was estimated that he could not last half a stick of incense, and his skin began to become a little red, but fortunately, he had absorbed the blood spirit grass before, and his body was not directly burned to the point of being wasted.

Lu Xianjue gasped heavily, time was running out, the consumption rate of his spiritual energy was too fast, this way was tantamount to setting himself on fire, and it would cause great damage to his body's origin.

But he doesn't have time to think about it so much, this is a desperate fight, the only option, there is no need to think about the consequences.

He finally stepped on a huge white skeleton with his foot, and he was able to use a little force, Lu Xianjue's eyes flashed with golden light, and the aura was almost exhausted at one time, and he shook away the yin mud around him in an instant, and then flew directly to the center of the mist with a leap.

He cut through the fog, fell to the ground, and with the last of his strength swept away the grass, a purple-black monstrous flower, trembling in the wind in the remaining mist.

"It's just a flower..."

Lu Xianjue felt that he didn't have the strength to continue, he stretched out his hand, pinched off the flower, and the spiritual energy on his body was exhausted, and then fell down directly.

"Thank you for sending me a dream, but please wither..."