Immediately, he briefly explained the situation between the Tong clan and the Water Moon Cave Heaven.

Tong Xuan narrated, but Tong Xiaoyao was silent, frowning, silent, and never spoke.

However, listening to this, Tong Xiaoyao squinted his eyes and clenched his fists.

After a long time, everyone's voices trembled a little and said, "Even Tong Aoshi has fallen, it's been too long..."

Staring at Tong Xiaoyao, who was clenched with his fists clenched and his face lowered, Tong Xuan felt sad, but he also sighed lightly in his heart.

"Ancestor, this is a ghost magic space built by resentful evil spirits, please take us out!"

"I don't know how to get to the place where the Ghost Buddha Venerable is?" Tong Xuan said softly.

"That guy is very weird..."Tong Xiaoyao read a sentence, his voice hoarse, and he said in a low voice.

"yes, it's weird, but if we don't kill him, we'll die." Tong Xuan smiled slightly, his eyes were mixed with a hint of profundity, and he immediately turned his head and glanced at me who was sleeping.

"Go, follow me..."

Tong Xiaoyao raised his head, and immediately looked at Tong Xuan who turned his head for a moment, waved his hand lightly, and then collected the huge ghost sword, turned around and walked towards the last doorway platform.

"Walking..."

Tong Xuan grinned, and then put me behind him, and without saying much, he waved his hand lightly, and everyone followed.

The group followed quietly, silently following behind Tong Xiaoyao, and then after a while, everyone saw a flower in front of them...

The corridor in front of him was still the same, and in the second layer of the ancient temple, there was a figure dressed in a robe.

The figure sat quietly, and a milky white figure appeared, hovering around it, constantly changing all kinds of blood-colored dazzling.

This robed figure just sat quietly, and there was no breath diffusing out...

However, in the gaze of Tong Xuan and the others, that figure squinted his eyes, and there was a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, and that smile was so weird.

When everyone's footsteps came, the figure in the robe finally stood up.

On its face, there was a smile that made people a little afraid...

"You are very good, if you can break the source of the resentment and evil spirit of this seat, even if you pass the level, you can go straight to the third layer."

As soon as the words changed, it had an understated smile on its face, and said, "Otherwise, you will have to stay here forever and become the puppet slave of the little monk." ”

His voice was soft and kind, but it seemed to be mixed with a sense of panic.

Tong Xuan and the others' faces twitched, and there was even more unspeakable panic in their hearts, it felt too weird.

With a glance, Tong Xuan and the others felt a sense of failure, and negative emotions spread from their hearts in such an instant.

I felt that the people in front of me were too big and powerful, which made them feel incomparable.

"Hoo ......"

The silence lasted for a moment, Tong Xuan pursed his lips, and finally summoned it with a flick of his hand-'Heart-Eater Poison Spear'.

Jian Yiyi Yujian also let out a long breath, his face was mixed with a trace of solemnity, and a deep voice sounded slowly. "This battle is inevitable, it has to be won no matter what..."

At this moment, Zen Wuchen muttered, recited a Buddhist saying, and then sighed lightly, and said: "I have to admit that you are indeed a generation of monks, and you have studied Anan Yimeng to such a state, so the illusion created is too realistic, but no matter how realistic the illusion is, it is not real after all, it is still an illusion!" ”

As he spoke, Zen Heart Wuchen's deep voice was silent, but the figure not far in front of him finally had a little more stiffness on his face, and then his expression gradually froze.

The figure wearing a blood-colored robe was covered with a dazzling milky white cold light, and at this moment, the smile slowly dissipated, and in its place, there was a strange cold on his face.

At this moment, its eyes narrowed slightly, and it stared coldly at Zen Wuchen, although it did not speak, but the temperature of the surrounding space was directly reduced by dozens of degrees.

Immediately afterward, the space began to tremble, trembling violently.

"Illusion?"

Jian Yixi, the nine-tailed white fox, and even Tong Xuan and others on the side were also shocked by Zen Wuchen's words, and immediately understood something in surprise, "You mean to say that we are still in a fantasy realm at the moment?" ”

"Do you say we're still in a fantasy and haven't come out?"

"What's going on?" Sun Yifei was surprised, looking around at the group of people around her, and her senses were keen, and she felt that the friends and people around her were real, not illusory.

"Amitabha..."

"We are who we are, but this illusion is not..."

Tong Xuan frowned, vaguely aware of something, squinted his eyes like this, and immediately stared at the person wearing a blood-colored robe covered with a dazzling milky white cold light, and said, "We are real, but we are indeed trapped in the ghost magic enchantment, or the ghost magic illusion realm. ”

"If we continue to exist according to the ghost magic enchantment arranged by the Ghost Buddha Venerable with resentment and evil spirits, we will eventually be unable to extricate ourselves..."

"Indeed, we will fall deeper and deeper, and eventually be corrupted by the evil spirit, until we will finally become its puppet slaves completely."

Zen Xin Wuchen sighed with emotion, and then sighed: "Even if we kill it right now, even if we experience a fight here and kill it, we still exist in the illusion constructed by ghost arts, and this guy we killed is not a real ghost Buddha." ”

"What do you mean, what are we going to do?"

"The puppet slaves we met before, including Tong Xiaoyao's predecessors, are all illusory?" Jian Yiyi was stunned, his face was stunned, and then his brows were furrowed, and then his eyes swept to look at Tong Xiaoyao nearby.

"False and real, true and false, true and false, true and false, you know?"

"Tong Xiaoyao Ancestor is not illusory, he is indeed real, and he is indeed trapped by the Ghost Buddha Venerable." Tong Xuan shook his head, looked at Tong Xiaoyao, sighed lightly, and said, "It's just that his mind is vague, and he has been eroded by the evil spirit to a large extent. ”

"Is that okay?"

"Okay..."

The nine-tailed white fox was surprised, and immediately glanced at Sun Yifei, while the rest of the people also looked at each other, and then swept their eyes cautiously around, and used Dao Technique support all around, ready to fight against the enemy.

"Amitabha...", taking a deep breath, Zen Wuchen said in a deep voice: "Since you have seen through it, then this illusion is equivalent to breaking it!" ”

As he spoke, he was surrounded by Buddha light, and slowly stepped out, and then the red golden Buddha light poured out from the sky around him, and then the swastika broke through the Quartet.