The warm fragrant nephrite was in his arms, but Mo Wentian didn't have any doubts, he just felt pity in his heart, gently patted her back with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Little junior sister, don't be afraid, with the senior brother here, he will definitely take care of her." ”

"Really? Big brother is so good! Mu Yuxuan's pear blossom with rain on her face, suddenly swept a strange look, her right hand quietly put down, and a sharp dagger slipped out of her sleeve, the cold light flashed in the dark, she quickly slammed the blade into Mo Wentian's stomach like lightning, and blood gushed out of it instantly.

"Ahh Mo Wentian let out a heart-rending scream, lifted her out of his arms, and sat down on the ground with his hands on his stomach, a look of disbelief appeared on his face, and he hissed: "What is it for? What is it for? Why do you want to kill me? I'm Senior Brother Ling! ”

"Hahaha!" Mu Yuxuan seemed to have heard something funny, and suddenly laughed loudly, and said with a disdainful expression: "What senior brother?" Is you my big brother? ”

Speaking of this, she wore her hair loose, as if she was crazy, and said: "You are just wearing the skin of a senior brother, but your soul is someone else, why can't you kill you?" ”

"What? What do you say? Mo Wentian suddenly panicked, as if the most secret secret in his heart had been revealed.

Mu Yuxuan looked at his eyes, as if she was looking at a poor worm, and said coldly: "Ling is a soul from another world, but he is living by borrowing the skin of the senior brother, as long as he kills him, the consciousness of the senior brother can be fully awakened, and he is the real head of the Wuji Gate." ”

"Nonsense. Ling Hu said...... Mo Wentian's expression became flustered, and he said loudly: "I am Senior Brother Ling, and I am the head of Wuji Gate. ”

Sun Shixiong silently stood up from the ground and walked forward quietly. He said in a cold tone: "Master, don't quibble anymore, even the disciples know that you are just a wisp of wandering soul from a mountain city in China, not a person from this world." ”

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's sea of consciousness was clear for a while, and it seemed that everything was understood in his heart.

He looked at the two in front of him with a sneer on his face. He laughed and said, "Who am I?" Where did it come from? How did you know the Tao? Did I tell you both? ”

Mu Yuxuan and Sun Shixiong glanced at each other, as if they had been exposed as a lie, and their expressions suddenly became frightened and uneasy.

Mo Wentian's eyes gradually cleared, and he sneered and said, "You are just the demonic thoughts in the heart of this seat. Actually confused by this rumor. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw out a strong wind with his long sleeves, and scolded coldly: "Let this seat disappear!" ”

The wind raged, and the two figures suddenly turned into a faint smoke, dissipating into the ghostly mist. The terrible screams echoed.

Although Mo Wentian clearly knew that it was only his own demons that he had destroyed, not really Mu Yuxuan and Sun Shixiong, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart. A faint ache swept by.

At the same time as the smoke and fog dissipated between the two of them, it seemed that the illusion was shattered. The dagger piercing his abdomen had vanished, and the blood was flowing back quickly. The wounds on it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the air gradually distorted, countless black mist was destroyed, the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer, the sky was still gray color, and countless buildings dragged dark shadows, shadows and shadows in the hidden fog, and continued to return to the lifeless Daxing City.

But when Mo Wentian looked around, his face couldn't help but change greatly, the monks of the Yunzhou sects who originally entered Daxing City had more than 120 people, but now there were only more than 20 people left, and the rest of the monks disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace of them. …,

And the monks who stayed behind looked a little strange, they sat cross-legged on the ground, and their faces showed all kinds of strange expressions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, sadness, worry, and so on, and they all seemed to be indulged in dreams and could not extricate themselves.

Among these monks, they basically have cultivation above the middle stage of foundation building, among the three elders and disciples of Wujimen, only the two elders of Lei Wanshan and Ye Wuying are there, while Mu Yuxuan and the rest of the disciples are nowhere to be seen, Mo Wentian's face suddenly turned ugly, and his heart seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar, and he only felt cold.

"Fellow Wuji Daoist, the disciples of your sect should be fine, but there is no need to worry."

Suddenly, a gentle voice like jade sounded in his ears, Mo Wentian immediately looked sideways, but saw Yujun Zhenren, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, slowly stood up from the ground, and was walking over with a worried look in his beautiful eyes.

Yu Jun Zhenren's cultivation is extremely profound, and he can get out of the illusion so quickly, but Mo Wentian is not surprised, his eyes met her eyes, and he said with a confused expression: "But I saw them killing each other with my own eyes, and few people were spared." ”

Yu Jun Zhenren stepped forward, stood quietly in front of him, and said: "There is something strange in the mist just now, we are all trapped in the illusion, illusion is a wonderful exercise in the cultivation realm, by affecting the monk's consciousness to confuse his judgment, in the illusion constructed by illusion, all the feelings are completely real, but in fact, there is no illusion. ”

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment and continued: "Therefore, illusion does not have any attack power, but it can affect the monk's sea of consciousness, if you can't defeat the heart demon and break free from the shackles, the dream demon in the illusion will never end until the spirit is exhausted and the body is decayed. ”

Mo Wentian's expression was a little calm, and he frowned and said: "In this way, those monks who have disappeared have been sunk in the illusion and cannot extricate themselves, and only by breaking the illusion can they be completely rescued."

"Not bad!" Yu Jun Zhenren said: "Those Dao friends who are weaker in cultivation are not very firm in their Dao hearts, and they are most likely to be taken advantage of by the demons in their hearts, so they will sink into the illusion and cannot extricate themselves. ”

"It's a pity ......" Mo Wentian's expression was a little gloomy, and he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, and said dejectedly: "The strength under me is not good, so I can only be alone, and I can only watch the monks of this sect being trapped, but there is no way." ”

"Hey, isn't that what this seat is?" Yujun Zhenren sighed leisurely, and his expression also looked a little depressed.

While the two were talking, a terrible scream suddenly pierced the silence, and not far from them, an elder of the Sunset Sect was instantly swallowed up by the mist and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed at all.

Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren glanced at each other, and they both saw a worried look in each other's eyes, it was obvious that the elder of the Sunset Sect had failed to defeat the inner demon, and like the hundreds of monks who had disappeared before, they were all sunk in the boundless dream demon and could not extricate themselves, but that elder was already a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, so he could not be spared from the illusion, which shows how powerful the monk who laid this spell was?

But Mo said that in the middle stage of foundation building, even with the cultivation of Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren, they could be trapped for a little time, and it can be seen that there is a strong man who is good at illusion hidden in Daxing City, quietly waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

Although they knew that this was the case, Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren had no choice but to sit on the ground and wait silently, as long as those monks who were struggling in the illusion world woke up and condensed all the remaining strength, so that they could deal with the difficulties in the future together.

In less than two hours, after the two disciples of the inner sect of the Ascension Immortal Sect were swallowed by the mist, the head of the Danqing Sect was the first to wake up, after all, this person was only one line away from the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building, and his divine sense and mana were extremely strong, so he was the first monk to wake up from the illusion except for Yujun Zhenren and Mo Wentian. …,

In the past half a day, after the two elders of the Danqing Sect and the Lingyue Sect were immersed in the Dream Demon, the head of the Sunset Sect, the head of the Sunset Sect, the head of the Lingyue Sect, the head of the Hundred Flowers Valley, the head of the Red Leaf Valley, and the six true disciples of the Ascension Immortal Sect, a total of ten real people in the late stage of foundation building woke up one after another.

At this time, there were thirteen monks who were still struggling in the illusion realm, eight of them were disciples of the inner gate of the Ascension Immortal Sect, two elders of the Danqing Sect, one elder of the Sunset Sect, and the last two were Lei Wanshan and Ye Wuying of the Wuji Gate.

Lei Wanshan is already at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, although his cultivation is not as good as the real person in the late stage of foundation building, but he can be regarded as the first person in the middle stage of foundation building, first waking up from the illusion, until two hours later, six of the inner disciples of the Ascension Immortal Gate have woken up one after another, but the remaining two were unfortunately devoured by the dream demon.

When the ghost mist continued to devour an elder of the Danqing Sect without a shadow, Mo Wentian's expression became a little nervous, but fortunately, it didn't take long for Ye Wuying to suddenly let out a long roar, and his eyes returned to bright the moment he opened them, obviously freed from the shackles of the illusion.

And after he came to his senses, the rest of the elders of the Danqing Sect and an elder of the Sunset Sect all came to their senses one after another.

In this way, two full days have passed, and among the monks in Yunzhou, there are only twenty-three people who can survive the illusion, including Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren, even if they are real people in the middle stage of foundation building, as long as their strength is not extraordinary, it is difficult to easily get out of the illusion.

Where they were at this time, under the haunting of the ghostly mist, it was clearly visible except the way forward, but the way out of the city was nowhere to be seen, and there was no other way to go except to follow the road.

The monks have understood the situation in front of them, they can wake up from the illusion, they are all extremely tenacious monks, naturally they will not retreat because of difficulties, and the monks of the same sect are trapped in the illusion at this time and cannot extricate themselves, naturally they cannot ignore this, and rescue them from the illusion is the belief of the monks to move forward resolutely. (To be continued......)

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