Taihong was very surprised.

The moment he saw the bone demon, his heart suddenly cooled.

This bone demon is very tall, about two meters tall, and that's not the point. The point is that the eyes of the bone demon are flashing with a terrifying bloody red light, giving people a sense of tranquility.

Tan Taihong is not a timid person, otherwise it would not have been possible to climb to today's status.

What shocked him was that the blood pupils of this bone demon, looking at them, could make people have terrifying hallucinations.

I just accidentally looked at each other—

In Taihong's mind, a very terrifying scene emerged, he saw himself, he was stretching out his hands, putting them on the heavenly spirit cover above his head, cutting his scalp, and then pulling hard in two different directions, left and right.

Hurt.

Heart-rending pain.

The pain of the spine crying blood.

The pain that came from the depths of his soul almost made him, an old man in his forties, almost scream.

In the end, it was suppressed.

After all, he was the oldest and the most senior present, and Yu Wuji, the Moon Shadow Pavilion Master, was also present. Yu Wuji has always been a competitor of Yu Taihong, and he is the most qualified to inherit Yu Yingfeng's position as the dean. Taihong warned himself all the time that he must not be a head short in front of Yu Wuji.

"Giggles."

As if on purpose, the bone demon let out a very penetrating laugh.

A pair of blood pupils stared directly at Taihong, and the pupils became more and more like they were about to bleed, and the color was scarlet and terrifying.

That's right, it's intentional.

His Royal Highness the Demon King has already instructed it to give this hateful human a little color.

It's a good demon who has reformed his ways.

His Royal Highness the Demon King has personally promised to help it be reborn in Nirvana and hide its soul and shape its soul, so it can naturally do anything in order to repay His Royal Highness the Demon King!

Taihong's face was very ugly.

The bone demon's laughter covered his body with goosebumps, and cold sweat slid all the way down his cheeks to his chin, and even dripped directly onto the ground.

The illusion has not gone away.

On the contrary, it is getting more and more intense!

It's not just about tearing off the scalp, the "weird self" in my mind has begun to pull off my skin left and right, just like taking off my clothes.

Blood flowed down like syrup.

Flesh and blood blur.

"Ahh

Taihong couldn't bear such a terrifying scene anymore.

He was frustrated by the illusion.

I couldn't help but stretch out my hands and cover the top of my head, trembling, as if my skin had really been peeled off.

The pain is real.

"Giggle." The bone demon was still laughing weirdly.

It's not shy about it at all.

It looked as if everyone in the room knew it had done it.

His face turned pale, and finally he trembled and spasmed, and fell to the ground.

"Vice Dean!"

"Pavilion Master!"

It was still two official disciples of the Immortal Pavilion, and they hurriedly rushed forward and helped him up. One was busy feeding the pills to Taihong, and the other was busy pinching Taihong's people.

The status of these two official disciples in the Immortal Pavilion is not low, and they are just a little worse than their personal disciple Chu Changgeng.

"Waste."

Yu Zhujun chuckled, not loud, but enough for everyone in the room to hear.

He had always thought that