Ling Jie was stunned, the scene around her was very unfamiliar, but vaguely familiar.

Isn't the familiar building the mansion of the Ling family in the Huaxia Kingdom? She was clearly in the Xingyao Immortal Mountain in the Chaos Realm, how could she return to this place in an instant? After thinking about it, she also instantly understood that this place should still be an illusory world.

The memory is also a fragment of how she was still struggling with dry tassels and Hua Yiliu before that.

The mutilated memory clearly told her that the eighteenth illusion was particularly terrifying, and she couldn't resist it at all. Even with Hua Yiliu's help, he failed to break through the barrier of the illusion in the end, but was swallowed by the illusion.

And the current Ling Jie must be trapped in the eighteenth illusion, and the familiar scenes around her are all false existences.

However, it is strange to say that after Ling Jie was devoured, it stands to reason that the dry tassel and Hua Yiliu should be under double pressure. But in fact, it was the opposite, along with Ling Jie's disappearance, there was also the power of the illusion around her.

The dry tassel that was in a stalemate with the illusion clearly felt that after Ling Jie disappeared, the power of the illusion was also weakened by a third.

At that time, I saw a glimmer of hope, but more anxiety and panic. Ling Jie's disappearance is still uncertain about life and death, how can she, as a sister, not worry? What's more, if something happens to Ling Jie, how should she explain to Wei Jiu?

"Jie'er, where are you, come out quickly!" cried out to Qiantassel.

The tassel qin appeared between the palms of her hands, but at that time, it burst out with unprecedented brilliance, rushing towards the surrounding illusion. By now, she couldn't care about anything else, and exploded her strength to the limit, and even began to overdraw her cultivation.

It's just a pity that even if it is a weakened illusion, it is also not something that can be broken by dry tassels alone.

Although her attack was very strong, a chaotic wave of attacks came down, let alone broken, and even the illusion barrier did not leave the slightest trace. On the contrary, under the crazy overdraft, the dry tassel was a little weak, if it weren't for Hua Yiliu's healing law to follow, I was afraid that she would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

"Brother Jiu, where are you, what should I do!"

The heart of the dry tassel shouted anxiously, a haze shrouded in the bottom of her heart, and she didn't know what to do. Although it was only a trial, it made her feel a real sense of despair, and for tens of thousands of years, I was afraid that this moment would be the most helpless for her.

Among Qianyuan, it is true that she ranks among the top three, but in the end, she is just a girl. encountered such an accident, in a panic, in addition to thinking about relying on Wei Jiu, what could she do?

It's just that at this time of life and death, the dry tassel doesn't know that Wei Jiu is already out of his own security, so how can he help them? This eighteenth illusion is very strong, and if he is trapped in it, even Wei Jiu does not have the strength to easily break it.

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In another illusion, in order to avoid Wei Qianqiu's killing blow, Wei Jiu finally rushed into this eighteenth illusion.

Unlike the dry tassel, the scenes he sees are all dark, the darkness in the depths. He was walking in this darkness, a boundless explorer, his thoughts, cultivation, memories, and life were peeling off his body little by little.

Light, not far ahead, he saw a light that seemed to connect to the outside world.

Wei Jiu didn't hesitate, quickened his pace, and groped towards the light. It's just that the light is weak and crumbling, as if it will go out at any moment. Rubbing his eyes, this soft light always made Wei Jiu feel a little dazzling.

With the acceleration of his pace, finally, he finally stepped into this light. Immediately after, the darkness around him crumbled and collapsed little by little.

Stepping past the light position, he felt a sense of relief, and the pressure on his body was also much less. Immediately after, Wei Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and those extracted cultivations, lives, and memories seemed to return to his body in an instant.

It was a throne, Wei Jiu felt very familiar, wasn't it his seat when the Flood Desolate Continent was the emperor in the past? Looking closely, the place around him was no longer the Chaos Realm, but had returned to the Flood Desolate Continent, a link in the Realm of All Laws and Vientiane.

How could it be here?, Wei Jiu muttered to himself.

Not to mention the distance between the Chaos Realm and the Vientiane Realm, the two worlds cannot be easily communicated, and a single point is enough to make Wei Jiu feel puzzled. That was the Flood Desolate Continent he was in at that time, and it was when he ascended to the Nine-Tails Holy Emperor in the past.

It stands to reason that he used the quicksand of time later, and he should have corrected the trajectory of time, and the wheel of history has already changed.

He clearly remembered that the Flood Desolate Continent had lost the name of the Nine-Tailed Holy Emperor, and that throne had never been forged either. The scene in front of him only existed in his memory, and it was definitely not real, including the Flood Desolate Continent in front of him, which was not real.

This is the eighteenth illusion realm? Wei Jiu muttered in a low voice, and he finally figured out the current situation.

The palm of his hand slowly stroked the throne, Wei Jiu's eyes were very focused, all of this felt too familiar to him. Including the white bones under the throne, which were all loyal ministers who died under his sword in the past, the prestige of the Nine-Tailed Demon Emperor was itself controlled by killing and blood.

The Void Heaven Qianyuan Sword appeared in front of Wei Jiu, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, with the Qianyuan Sword there, he finally felt a lot more at ease.

It was at this time that Wei Jiu suddenly realized a problem, although this scene was taken from his memory, it was not equivalent to his memory at all. The biggest difference is that it is quiet, too quiet, as if there is no one else here except him.

After a pause, Wei Jiu hurriedly spread his divine sense and rolled it around.

Suddenly, the whole space scene came into his eyes, and as he expected, there was no breath of life. No wonder it was so quiet, although this was the Flood Continent he was familiar with, it was just empty, and there were no living beings.

No, how could this be! Wei Jiu roared angrily in his heart, but he was unwilling to accept this fact, and looked around.

He stubbornly thought that there was something wrong with his divine sense, and this space should not be like this. Thinking of this, the cyan wind element flashed across his body, and his body also ran quickly into the distance.

He's looking, he's validating, or rather, he's just hoping to overturn his ideas.

Time passed day by day, and the land of the Desolate Continent also disappeared behind him inch by inch. I don't know how long it took, but he finally ran all over the desolate continent, but he never saw a single figure.

Those things he knew, whether it was humans, demon races, or those elves, dwarves, and giants hidden in the corners, were all gone at the moment. In the entire Flood Desolate Continent, he is the only one alive.

Fearful thoughts enveloped Wei Jiu's heart, and finally, he sat down on the throne weakly.

His eyes looked into the distance, a coldness, a look of despair. It was only then that he finally understood what this terrifying eighteenth illusion was.

Loneliness, this is what he fears the most, but this eighteenth illusion points to the fear in his heart. A hundred years of loneliness is not terrible, but if it is a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even eternal loneliness, what should he take to comfort him?

There is no answer to this question, or even if there is, it can only be left to the test of history. One day... Two days... One year... Decade... Century... In an instant, in this barren and desolate continent, Wei Jiu had already spent countless years.

It's just that time is like water, and there is never a look back.

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was in danger with Wei Jiu, as well as Ling Jie, but they were not in an illusion.

Similarly, Ling Jie was also involved in the illusion when she cracked the eighteenth illusion. It's just that unlike Wei Jiu, the illusion that appeared in front of her was Huaxia Kingdom, the Ling family she was familiar with.

This is the power of the Eight Peerless Formations, just a Jingmen, but it already contains infinite mysteries. Its illusion array, unlike ordinary illusions, is directed into the depths of the heart of the person who broke the formation, directly making him face the things he fears the most.

Being in such a fantasy, even if you know it's all fantasy. But it also feels fear, pain, and suffering.

Ever since Ling Jie returned to the Ling family's mansion, she felt an uncomfortable aura, and that kind of deceitful greed disgusted her. But she also understands that since this is her phantom array, if she wants to crack it, she must integrate into it.

With the strength of his palm, he was ready to retreat from the closed door. But soon, a feeling of hardship hit her, and she couldn't help but frown.

Running the exercises, unexpectedly, there were no fluctuations in power. Ling Jie panicked even more, and hurriedly looked at her own situation, and then she understood. At that time, she was not an aunt of the Ling family at all, her cultivation was very shallow, but she was just a few points stronger than ordinary people.

The cultivation is limited, and the strength is naturally not as good as before, so it is no wonder that he failed to push open this door.

Shaking her head helplessly, the exercise worked, and the power, which was not very powerful, was condensed on her palm. Finally, with a single force, the red gate was opened, and the white scene in the courtyard was also included in her heart.

Funeral, this was her first reaction, but soon, a bad thought enveloped her.

This is a trial that belongs to her, and in the same way, everything in the illusion must be closely related to her. According to her identity at that time, she was just an inconspicuous illegitimate child of the Ling family, so in this way, the owner of this funeral must be...

Not daring to continue thinking about it, her figure shook, and she rushed towards the coffin.

It's just that after she saw the photo on the coffin, she finally stopped her figure and sat down paralyzed. His eyes were ownerless, and he let tears flow out, and his expression was extremely sad.