Bang!

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yi finally landed on his feet, but he also felt that his feet were in pain, as if he had really fallen from a cliff.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers, as if I was in a cave in the ground.

Fang Yi was still calm at the moment, because he had already realized that he was in an illusion.

It's just that the escalation of the illusion and how to get out of it makes him feel a little tricky.

He tried to fumble around with both hands, and soon he touched something cold.

It was a stony touch, so cold.

Groping along the edges, soon a silhouette took shape in my mind - it was a stone table.

Wait a minute!

That's not right! Isn't my vision of the six ways capable of night vision? Why do you lose your fingers?

The thought had just arisen, and the surroundings suddenly became as bright as day, and they were clearly visible.

Here, it's still the inn, the room, and it's not a stone table in front of it, it's a wooden table.

Knock knock.

The knock on the door sounded for the third time, Fang Yi's face flickered, he picked up the Liuying Sword beside the bed, and said coldly: "Come in!" ”

Creak.

The door was pushed open, and this time, it was not a sword that came in, but a skeleton holding tea.

The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, and the voice of the inn junior.

"Inn, the food you ordered is here."

On the plate, there was a rotting pig's head, and maggots were tumbling in it.

Depend on!

It's endless!

His face sank, and Fang Yi directly took out his sword.

The sword flashed, and the skull's head fell directly to the ground.

But the strange thing is that at the fracture, blood keeps gushing, and it flows more and more.

The skeleton covered its neck with its hands, and the rest of its bones twitched continuously, letting out a desperate female voice.

"Young Master...... For, why ......"

Young master, what am I becoming a young master...... Wrong!

Fang Yi suddenly woke up, and his mind was clear.

I did become a young master, and after coming to the Sacred Heart Country, I bought a female slave on the way, so that I could take care of myself.

"Xiaolan?"

The female voice just now is the slave she bought before.

With clarity of consciousness, everything around you becomes clear.

The original inn disappeared and was replaced by a small pavilion.

On the floor of the pavilion, the maid lying with the wound on her neck was lying down, looking at Fang Yi in fear and despair, and she had already lost her breath after a while.

In Fang Yi's hand, he was holding the Flowing Firefly Sword, just like the last action made in the inn in the previous illusion.

Next to the pavilion was a stone table, not much different from the wooden table in the illusion.

Memories surged like a tide, and Fang Yi really realized that this time, it was really not an illusion.

The inn in the illusion is Fang Yi's memory three days ago.

After he escaped from the country of springs, it took him a month to escape to the country of the Sacred Heart.

After spending three days in the Sacred Heart Country, after inquiring about the news, he bought a slave and began his journey towards the Temple of the Sacred Heart on the fourth day.

The stairs of the Temple of the Sacred Heart do not look high, but in fact they are very laborious to climb.

The slave is not physically strong, and halfway through, he needs to rest.

Fang Yi's plan needs the cooperation of the slaves in order to infiltrate the Sacred Heart Temple, and he can only accommodate it.

Unexpectedly, after resting in the small pavilion for a while, he was disturbed by illusions.

When he came back to his senses, the slave was dead and the rosary was broken.

This was the first time Fang Yi had experienced such a long illusion in the dungeon.

He tried to sense it, and felt that after killing Su Kang, the Demon Transformation Skill had improved again, steadily climbing towards the realm of perfection.

Cold sweat slipped down Fang Yi's forehead.

Evil door, really evil door.

The other exercises are all the higher you rise, the slower the speed, but this set of demonization skills, the faster you ascend to the back.

There is also the sword that appeared in the illusion before......

Fang Yi keenly felt that things didn't seem to be simple, and there was not much time left for him.

The slave is dead, and the plan can only be put on hold.

Fang Yichao glanced left and right, fortunately, the location of the pavilion was some distance away from the stage, and no one found the clue.

Just as he was about to leave like this, Fang Yi suddenly saw the position of Xiaolan's chest, and there seemed to be something printed on the belly pocket.

After hesitating, he took out his belly pocket, and when he looked at it, it was a lotus print that was sewn directly on the belly pocket.

Xiaolan is a member of the Lotus Sect?

Wait a minute! Why did the people of the Lotus Sect appear here?

The Lotus Sect is the world's most precious collector...... Could it be that the news of the Ten Thousand Pigeon Tube has leaked?

Fang Yi was shocked in his heart, and then he remembered that his cheap brother seemed to have not heard news for a long time, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive now.

Originally, I simply wanted to retrieve the blueprints of the Ten Thousand Pigeon Tube, as a bargaining chip, to do something.

I didn't expect it to be so troublesome all of a sudden.

The biggest headache for Fang Yi was that the hidden dangers of the Demon Transformation Gong were getting more and more serious.

Not only does the illusion persist or grow, but reality and illusion are indistinguishable.

Obviously, what he saw was the skeleton Xiaoer, but it was the slave Xiaolan who was killed.

It's no wonder that Jian Buwei will often kill his own personal disciples, just this illusion, everyone has to be hit, thinking that they are still in the illusion.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yi prepared to go down, buy another slave, and act according to the original plan.

Following the mountain road and back to the top of the steps, Fang Yi saw a group of people coming below.

This group of people carried a large basket of cabbage with a flat shoulder, and they should have wanted to pay tribute to the Sacred Heart Temple.

The steps were difficult to walk, and everyone was tired enough and sweating.

Fang Yi originally just looked at it in a hurry, but the next moment, he was suddenly stunned.

Because those cabbages, in his eyes, actually slowly melted and turned into greasy lard.

The lard dripped down the basket and fell to the ground, and after a while it swelled up, turned into maggots, and wriggled down the steps towards Fang Yi.

The maggots are not fast, but they can't stand the large number, dense, thousands, and instantly spread the entire staircase!

Fang Yi only felt that his scalp was numb, and he didn't have a phobia of intensity, and he had to see a phobia of intensity!

Looking at the few people carrying the flat pole again, all of them began to swell, and with a bang, they turned into a rain of insects.

Many insects smashed on Fang Yi's face, leaving a viscous liquid.

That disgusting feeling was so real, even Fang Yi was a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Help, help! Help! ”

At this moment, a piercing scream suddenly sounded in Fang Yi's ears.

Fang Yi looked stunned for a moment, and then looked down, the stairs were still the same stairs, and thousands of maggots had disappeared without a trace.

All that remained was the scattered corpses and the bloodied steps.

Fang Yi suddenly felt a little itchy, his cheeks were just like that, the location of the body fluids left by the maggots before had now turned into blood.

Looking at the blood slowly dripping from the Flowing Firefly Sword to the ground, as well as the blood on his hands, Fang Yi's face became gloomy.

Obviously, just now, unconsciously, he was disturbed by an illusion and killed this group of people.

"Demons! You devil! I'm going to ask Master De! Please avenge us! ”