[The book continues from the above, the last book said that time is like an arrow, and half a year has passed in a blink of an eye. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Mu Qingming went to the sun and moon in the pot to worship the deceased golden immortals, and at the same time brought back a treasure umbrella made of the umbrella surface of the Hundred Illusion Map, and handed it to his disciple Jiaoyun. In addition to being overjoyed, Kyaukyun used his magic skills in the small courtyard of the Mu family, driving the treasure umbrella to spit out a column of water and a fierce wind, rushing straight up and slamming into the upper sky enchantment. Drawing out the bright clouds to perform their magic skills again, the water column rose again, the blue light in the hundred illusion map flashed, and nearly a hundred fluorescent lights condensed into butterflies and flew out. The scattered water column also changes into lotus flowers at will, gathering but not scattering, flying around the bright clouds. When it was lively in the small courtyard of the Mu family, in the warehouse next to the wharf in the west of the city, a homeless man was entangled in spider silk around his limbs and neck, and his life hung by a thread. 】

The water droplets flew down, Miao Yu and Mo Han raised their hands almost at the same time, and danced their sleeves on the top of their heads, drawing an arc, and the breeze in the sleeves suddenly appeared, blowing all the water droplets scattered on the top of their heads in all directions.

The two of them trickled down, but it was also intentional, splashing water droplets in all directions. Several disciples around him were caught off guard and drenched in ice water.

But it doesn't hurt; Soon, Ah Hong sucked up the water droplets on his body. Zhang Xiaosheng did the same. However, Long Gu is more unique, as soon as she was lucky, the cold air on her body was diffused, and drops of water became small ice crystals, which fell from her body one after another.

Each disciple has been able to move freely, and he has grown a lot.

"Master, this is to test us, did you practice hard in the past?" Ah Hong glanced at the evaporated water vapor on his junior brother Zhang Xiaosheng's shoulder, and then smiled: "Is Senior Lady still satisfied with the progress of our brothers and sisters?" ”。

"I don't have to say this, I have to ask your master." Mo Han smiled faintly, then put away his smile and looked at Jiaoyun who was frowning.

"What's weird?" Mo Han then looked up again and looked over the patio.

The moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water. The barrier was unharmed, and the sparks that burst out had long since been extinguished. But it's not that Kyaukyun is incompetent, it's that the barrier is too powerful. The enchantment adapts measures to local conditions, absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and constantly strengthens itself, even if it is Mu Qingming who faces the ancient enchantment of this dragon locker, and there is no moon knife in his hand, he must not be able to break it for a while.

Mo Han thought that it might be that Jiaoyun felt discouraged by not being able to break this barrier, and was about to step forward to say a few words of relief, but Jiaoyun took the lead and replied: "There is obviously the power of a hundred illusions in the umbrella, and I am also driven by the method of controlling things taught by my master and mother, but why didn't I cast an unfathomable illusion?" ”。

Saying this, Jiaoyun's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Ahem, I thought I was so upset?" After Mo Han was stunned for a moment, he raised his hand and patted Jiaoyun on the shoulder under the umbrella, and said with relief: "The magic weapons are like this, practice makes perfect." At first, you are not familiar with it, and it is common to use it unsatisfactorily, but with more practice later, you can practice makes perfect, so that you can make it right. ”。

After slowly stretching her brows, she nodded. But he didn't put away the umbrella, but just concentrated his energy again and poured it into the umbrella continuously.

Looking at her serious and focused appearance, it seemed that she was about to perform thaumaturgy again. The eyes of everyone around her looked at her, and once again there was a look of anticipation and excitement.

In the main room, Mu Qingming glanced outside the house, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the melon seeds in the fruit bowl on the table and knocked them up.

"Young master, this treasure umbrella uses a hundred-year-old keel as the umbrella bone umbrella handle. The powerful water spirit contained in it echoes and complements each other with the true qi of the child Jiaoyun. The wonderful pen on the side, his eyes looked directly out of the house, and he kept saying in surprise: "And the child Jiaoyun has true Qi in her body, mainly based on the spirit of water, and her sense and overcontrol of the spirit of water is easier than others." The magic weapon made by the dragon bone can instead allow her to cast a water-attribute magic technique, which is more powerful and wider. ”。

Mu Qingming nodded, didn't say anything, and continued to knock the melon seeds with relish.

When he planned to use the Hundred Illusion Diagram to make a magic weapon for Kyaukyun, he made it according to the merits of his disciples. Although it took a bit of effort to make the keel of the umbrella bone and the handle of the umbrella, the final treasure umbrella was still able to complement the Kyaukyun Zhenqi.

That bright cloud can naturally be handy.

When he put a melon seed in his mouth, he also raised his eyes to look out of the door, frowning slightly.

He knew that there was also an umbrella surface made of a hundred illusions on this treasure umbrella, which contained powerful magical power, even if it was the first time Kyaukyun used it, he would not only be able to use the magic of the water attribute. It should also be accompanied by the illusion type of divine art.

But why didn't he see it, Mu Qingming was also a little puzzled for a while.

Outside the house, Kyaukyun did not rush to show his magic skills this time, but continued to inject True Qi into the treasure umbrella. It wasn't until a moment later, but after her true qi filled every umbrella bone and spread over the entire umbrella surface, did she silently chant the incantation and cast a magical skill.

This time, not only the seals on the handle of the umbrella bone lit up, but even the surface of the umbrella flashed with blue light. Patches of fine black snake scales glittered in the blue light.

When the water column on the top of the umbrella rises again, the blue rays on the umbrella surface converge into a little fluorescent, and after shaking a few times in the wind, they transform into dancing butterflies, and the ends of the flapping wings raise streamers.

The scattered droplets of water also turned into pieces of white lotus flowers that were enough to be real when they had not yet landed, spinning and slowly falling down.

Seeing this, the bright clouds outside the house finally laughed. Seeing this, Mu Qingming in the house also smiled slightly, and finally showed satisfaction.

Whether it's a butterfly or a lotus flower, it's just an illusion, not real, but it can dazzle. If the cultivation of Kyaukyun is higher, it is not difficult to hide killing machines or hidden weapons in it, hurting people and being invisible.

It is not difficult to even use the illusion scene to freeze people and scare them to death.

And the bright clouds outside the house also smiled, took the treasure umbrella and waved it overhead, and the scattered water droplets passed with the tip of the umbrella, turning into a rainbow, horizontal under the moonlight, and the ambilight was very gorgeous.

It's another wonderful transfiguration.

Seeing Hanquan standing by the gate, he couldn't help but giggle and clap his hands.

This is much better than Mu Qingming taking him to the street and watching Caimenzi's tricks.

"Master, thank you Master for the treasure." Kyaukyun rushed in, stood in front of Mu Qing's body and saluted: "But please also ask Master, give a name to this treasure umbrella." ”。

The joy on her face increased instead of decreasing, and her eyes showed satisfaction, this treasure umbrella seemed to be in line with her heart.

It's just that the powerful magic weapons all have their own names, and Jiaoyun also wants Mu Qingming to give her magic weapons a name.

"It's made of a hundred fantasy maps, and I don't bother to think about it, so let's call it a hundred illusion umbrellas." Mu Qingming didn't think much about it, and just said a few words.

It was Kyaukyun, muttering the words 'Hundred Illusion Umbrella', and after thinking about it carefully, it was like a treasure, and nodded happily with a smile: "Okay, let's call it the Hundred Illusion Umbrella." ”......

Late at night, the city of Kunming, which had been noisy for a long time, finally quieted down.

The fireworks were gone, and the sound of firecrackers was no longer loud. Tranquility returned to the moonlit city of Kunming, and the warehouses in the west of the city near the Zhangtang Wharf also fell into a dead silence.

Except for the people who can sometimes see the guards of the warehouse, carrying a lone lamp to patrol back and forth between the warehouses.

But late at night, the night watchmen also went back to sleep. In the narrow alley between the warehouses, it is even quieter.

Only a homeless man found a leeward corner between the warehouses, curled up in a ball against the wall, and prepared to spend the night here.

This dirty, tattered homeless man had only slept for a while, and was half-asleep when he heard a faint sound of rustling slowly coming from a distance.

Originally, the homeless man didn't care.

They are accustomed to sleeping in the open air, and there are no snakes, insects, rats and ants crawling anywhere, and the homeless people have long been accustomed to it. But this noise was not said for a long time, and it was getting closer and closer to him, and it became louder and louder, so that the half-asleep homeless man finally lost his sleep, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

But I saw a faint moonlight, sprinkled on the bluestone slabs in the empty alley, with a little reflection that was not easy to detect without looking closely.

All this was normal, and the sound of the rustling suddenly disappeared after the homeless man opened his eyes.

The homeless man was a little suspicious, looked around, and saw no outsiders or anomalies, and the confusion in his heart increased instead of decreasing. Of course, drowsiness is also a resurgence.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply had to go to sleep again. But the heavy eyelids had just closed, and the sound of rustling sounded again.

Under the quiet night sky, it is particularly harsh.

The homeless man was once again disturbed to sleep, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

This time, he saw not only the moonlight, but also countless strands of white spider silk rushing out of the darkness and rushing towards him like a tide in the moonlight.

In the past, you would never have seen so much spider silk. Soon the silk was all over the ground beside him, full of them. As far as the eye could see, the ground around was snow-white, as if it were covered with snow.

At this moment, the homeless man suddenly felt that he had fallen into the hole in the storyteller's mouth.

The homeless man looked at it, and saw that thousands of spider silks were quickly twisted together, forming dozens of ropes as thick as an arm, and before the homeless man could exclaim in surprise, they wrapped around his limbs, waist, and neck.

For a moment, the homeless man couldn't move, his hands were pulled up by the spider silk and raised high. On his neck, which was wrapped in spider silk, his head and face were red from breathing, and his cheeks soon began to turn purple.

The tongue stretched out from the long mouth, but it could only let out a low roar, but could not utter half a word. It made a lot of spider silk twisted into knots, like tentacles, take the opportunity to squeeze into his mouth and nose, and stretched his mouth and nostrils wide.

So much so that even if the homeless man wanted to call for help, he couldn't make a sound.

But then again, this matter happened at night, and there were only warehouses in the vicinity, and few people lived. Even if the homeless man shouted, no one could come to his rescue.

What's more, the thousands of spider silks that the homeless man saw were just illusions created by moonlight and moonlight.

These spiders of fear are only visible in the eyes of the homeless. If there were outsiders present, they could not see the spider silk, but they could only see that the homeless man was nervous, holding his breath and holding his hands too high, and his eyes were full of frightened expressions.

But in such a fantasy world, the ignorant homeless man was still frightened and couldn't stop pumping.

In less than a moment, his eyes went up, his legs kicked, and the whole person was scared to death in this small alley called silence.

In his chest, the heart that was beating like a drum before finally stopped, and he didn't beat for a moment.

Under the bright moonlight, those spider silks turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated without a trace.

Who used the transfiguration technique to scare the homeless man to death? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.