Po didn't notice when Wen Huang disappeared. In her impression, he had been standing by her side and never showed any signs of leaving. Fang Cai's voice was clearly calling his name, but the voice seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to tell where he was at the moment.

The moment she saw the pile of corpses, it was as if her consciousness had been devoured, and her whole mind was attracted. At this moment, I think it should have been at that time that I fell for the spell. The method of casting the spell should have been on that pile of corpses, if she guessed correctly, most of Chu Zhaoran and the others at that time were also tricked because of this and fell into trouble. If it weren't for Wen Huang's timely reminder just now, she would have been dragged into a terrifying illusion at this moment.

Po resisted the urge to look back at the corpse, clenched the white iron sword in his hand, and looked around warily. The surroundings were still gray, and she suddenly realized that it was clear that Wen Huang had used a spell to blow away the mist, and now it was gathering so quickly, thinking that there was something wrong.

And she should have accidentally fallen into the spatial rifts crisscrossing here after the middle surgery, but she didn't know where Wen Huang was now and what her situation was. If all this is man-made, then this person's cultivation is profound, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that he has the ability to reach the heavens. I'm afraid that if a few elders come, it will be difficult to compete with them.

Thinking of this, a few drops of cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

Just when Ah Bao was at a loss, she suddenly felt someone patting her on the shoulder behind her, and she was shocked, and instantly threw her vigilance that she shouldn't look back out of the clouds, and turned her head suddenly, only to see that the woman who was originally pale was standing behind her with her child who was less than two years old at the moment.

"Ah Bao—" The woman said slowly, "Ah Niang misses you." With that, she stretched out her hand towards Bao, and there was a slender scar in the palm of her hand, which was left by accidentally cutting her hand while cooking, which was exactly the same as Bao's mother's hand in her memory.

The little girl in her arms also opened her eyes, and her fawn-like eyes reflected Po's pale face. She remembered that at that time, her younger sister, who was less than two years old, had just called "sister", crawling hand and foot on the ground behind her, and she couldn't shake it off, and she only felt that her internal organs were hurting, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

So she hesitated, and slowly stretched out her hand to the woman. Countless images flashed through my mind, and the gray mist in front of me gradually dissipated, replaced by a bright and warm picture, like the small courtyard that was once not too spacious and even a little dilapidated.

The woman smiled softly at Bao, and the girl in her arms also clapped her little hands and laughed "giggle". For a moment, Po felt that it was actually not bad to be like this......

However, in the next moment, a white sword light flashed in the air, cutting off the woman in front of her and the baby in her arms. The woman's gentle face instantly became hideous, and the child in her arms also became like a ghost, roaring, baring its fangs and pounced on Po.

Ah Bao held a white iron sword and was unmoved. The two horrible faces almost touched the tip of her nose, but vanished in the next moment.

The illusion was shattered.

Ah Bao looked at the white iron sword in his hand in a daze, and felt that his heartbeat was hitting his eardrums. Everything in Fang Cai is too real, if she hadn't been prepared, I'm afraid she would have been dragged into the illusion at this moment, and it would be difficult to get out.

It's just that even though she knew that the person in front of her was just an illusion, the real heartache, self-blame and guilt that would still occur when she swung the knife at him lingered for a long time, and until now, she couldn't stop trembling all over.

The fog gathered again, and the surroundings were gray, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"It turned out to be a fish that slipped through the net, no wonder the breath is so familiar." The voice came from nowhere, with echoes, like a poisonous snake burrowing into Po's ears.

The words "fish that slipped through the net" were like a needle with barbs, pricking Po's nerves fiercely, and pulling it out with a sharp pain of tearing. Inexplicably, she felt that the deep meaning behind the word was related to the tragedy ten years ago.

"It's clever, and I guessed it well." The voice sounded again, far and near, virtual and real.

Ah Bao was shocked, didn't this person have the ability to read minds, he obviously didn't say half a word, how could he seem to hear the voice of his heart, and say the guesses and doubts in her heart?

"It's not wrong to say it's mind reading." The voice sounded again, but instead of being as ethereal as before, it gradually settled from the sky like dust.

Ah Bao clenched the white iron sword and looked straight into the gray mist in front of her, only then she faintly felt that something had fallen inside, and it was about to move not far from her.

"You don't have to try to use spells to stop me from hearing your heart, with your little cultivation, it's just futile to do that." The voice said.

The originally static fog in front of her began to disturb, and Ah Bao faintly saw that something seemed to be slowly approaching her behind the churning mist, and an invisible sense of oppression came to her face, making it difficult for her to breathe.

A moment later, an unfamiliar figure walked out of the mist and appeared in Bao's sight.

It was a man of similar shape to Yu Wenhuang, wearing a dark colored robe, painted with dark red flame patterns, the embroidery patterns were too vivid, as if they would really burn up and swallow the man at any time, so the beauty was beautiful, but it was uneasy to see.

The man had a long whip wrapped around his left arm, which at first glance thought it was a snake, but it was golden but emitted a red glow like a flame. Ah Bao had seen it in the weapon spectrum compiled by the Xiao family, this whip is called "Red Flame Whip", which is made of the snake skin of the Jinlin Flame Snake, which is extremely tough and soft, but it is as sharp as clay.

It is said that the Chiyan Whip was once owned by a general under Chi You, and he lost his trace after Chi You was defeated by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and the demons retreated to the demon world, but he didn't expect it to be in the hands of this person now.

The man stopped a few feet away from Po and stopped moving forward. Despite this, Po still felt as if he had a thousand boulders on his back, and he couldn't breathe. The coercion exuded by this man was even stronger than Wen Huang.

The man raised his eyebrows, as if he had found something interesting, and said, "Wen Huang's little ghost is also here?" After a pause, he smiled again: "That's right, if you don't have that guy's ability, you will not be able to discover the mystery of this place in hundreds of years by yourself." ”

Po covered his chest with one hand, breathing hard, and pointed his sword at the man's face with the other hand, but in exchange for a mocking laugh.

"I'm not going to do anything with you, after all, crushing an ant is not an honorable thing to brag about." The man carelessly stroked the red flame whip wrapped around his arm, as if it was his pet, "The reason why I showed up to see you is because of the curiosity that appeared in your memory." ”

As he spoke, he glared at Po. Po only noticed at this moment that the man's eyes were of a different color, his right eye was as black as ink, but his left eye was as red as blood.

"That person, Immortal King, where is he now?" He asked.

Ah Bao was stunned, but he didn't know why he had this question. Changshengjun has been missing for several years, and his whereabouts are a mystery, which is a well-known fact in the rivers and lakes. Shangyao has not had any clues about him so far, how can she, a handyman who cooks on a fire, know?

The man stared at her like a poisonous snake for a long time, and the ominous red eyes made her feel creepy.

"It seems that you really don't know anything." The man sneered and said lightly: "So you must not know who the vague figure you saw when your village was slaughtered ten years ago, when you woke up from the pile of corpses, you saw it." ”

When Ah Bao heard this, he was shocked, and just wanted to ask, but he saw a flash of fire coming through the air and smashing straight down at the man in front of him. Hearing a "boom", the man was hit by a burning boulder, and the boulder exploded after hitting the ground violently, and the strong air wave swept Ah Bao's whole person out and fell straight into the pile of corpses behind him.

The billowing smoke in front of him carried a strong burnt smell, and Po was choked and coughed. Rubbing away the tears in her eyes, she saw Wen Huang and the man standing facing each other, the smoke between the two was filled, and a big battle seemed to be about to break out.