The phoenix fire burns.

The high temperature that was enough to make the gold, silver, copper and iron melt in an instant scorched the bodies of the four half-emperors, and the thin aura barrier was already crumbling, and everyone's faces felt stinging and burning, and the most frightening thing for everyone was that this flame was not only attacking their bodies, but also gradually killing their divine senses.

Yuan Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes were a little trance-like, there seemed to be hideous faces on the flame prisons around him, some of those faces he was familiar with, some were unfamiliar, but judging from those faces he remembered, most of these people were enemies who died in his hands, from the little minions he killed when he was still in the Empty Ming Realm, to the prisoners who were personally tortured and killed after entering the Holy Blood Hall, every face was howling and scolding in the flames, these people have always been buried in the depths of his memory, for him, they are old. 'Antiques' are waste that has long since been returned to dust.

But he didn't expect that these rotten memories would be dug out of his mind by the flames.

Howls and screams pierced his ears and lingered in his mind, as the master of the Holy Blood Hall, Yuan Qing has always been a ruthless person, not only will he not show mercy to the enemy, sometimes he even takes pleasure in it, although after stepping into the realm of the Half Emperor, he has rarely personally executed to torture those who are disrespectful and hostile to the Holy Domain, but occasionally he will go down to the eighteenth floor of the Holy Blood Hall, watching his subordinates torture those who don't know what to do.

The eighteenth-layer prison is probably the most terrifying place in the Holy Domain, not only are outsiders very afraid and hated it, but even the own people in the Holy Land talk about it, although the Holy Blood Hall Master never makes a move on his own people, but the bloody scene in the prison makes most of the disciples of the Holy Land avoid it.

And now, it seems, that the punishment he had inflicted on his enemies, had begun to work on himself.

The faces flew down from the walls of the prison's flames, and in the flames took shape, and some people with all kinds of torture instruments began to apply their hands on him, and some flew up to him, crying, screaming, and moaning, and some whispered about how to shred his body, grind off his bones, and burn his consciousness.

Yuan Qing's face changed slightly, he had already sensed that this was an illusion, a secret method that was changed after the fusion of the clouds and flames, but he still felt pain, the silver needle on the palm of his hand seemed to be real, the strong sting pain made his body tremble, and the torture instruments on his neck and face were getting tighter and tighter, making him feel the pain of suffocation for the first time in a long time.

Others don't have it easy.

The Seven Tribulations are another person who is extremely stressed.

Not long after he became a half-emperor, his foundation can be said to be the shallowest of the all, and he is not good at dealing with illusions, and after the fusion of flames and clouds, he immediately became the first to be recruited.

But unlike Yuan Qing, he was forced to endure ten thousand punishments, and there were only four people in front of him.

Master and the two sisters, as well as his brother.

The four of them stood side by side, all looking at him coldly, Master Jiuzhuo told him about his disappointment in Jiuzhuo flatly, and the eyes of the two masters also lost their former gentleness, full of disgust, they whispered that they should not be so kind to him in the past, nor should they treat him as their own child, and Senior Brother Bajie was even more sneering at him, with a look of contempt.

"You disappointed me too much, there are more than enough successes, you don't want to be in charge of Jiuzhuo City, come back tomorrow and stay at the bottom of the Siguo cliff for a thousand years!"

"Senior brother, junior brother, you will never be able to compare to me! Even if you barely become a half-emperor, what if you have already gone to the depths of the realm, that is where the master is interested, and you can only struggle in the small river pond of Jiuzhuo City!"

"Seven Tribulations, don't come back, you actually betrayed Master!

The rebuke made the seven tribulations turn pale, the four people in front of them were so real, they walked towards the seven tribulations step by step, and the anger and disappointment on their faces were clearly visible.

Qiyan's face turned pale and he stared blankly ahead.

This illusion goes straight to the bottom of the human heart, and in essence, there is not much difference between monks and mortals, both have joys, sorrows, sorrows,

And the spirit of the Seven Tribulations has been forced to a dead end by this illusion.

He froze, indifferent to the incoming flames.

Gu You saw it on the side, he had practiced the secret methods of divine consciousness, and the influence of illusion on him was far less strong than that of the Seven Tribulations and Yuan Qing, although there were also various confusing illusions in front of him, but he could still keep his own heart clear, so when the Seven Tribulations and Yuan Qing were trapped by the illusion, he decisively came to his aid.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

Gu You roared three times in a row, and the sound like a bell suddenly exploded in the ears of the two of them, this voice contained his divine sense, which could be said to be a sharp weapon against illusion.

The body of the Seven Tribulations shook, his expression was dazed, and although the ancient voice pulled back his spirit that was about to fall, the four illusions still stood in front of him truly, constantly scolding him.

It's like a hallucination half-dreaming and half-awake, both real and trance-like.

And Yuan Qing has woken up, and the pain is still intense, but his divine sense has regained his original heart.

He coldly glanced at the faces of the people around him who were still flying up and down, and let out a low snort, and the aura in his body exploded in an instant.

Yuan Qing is not ranked high among the Half-Emperors of the Holy Domain, first, his talent is indeed inferior to others, and it was already his limit to hold a realm, but when he was in the Holy Blood Hall, he unexpectedly obtained a treasure, relying on it, Yuan Qing broke through the cultivation pass in one fell swoop and became the Half-Emperor.

And this treasure is also a weapon in itself.

Strange black lines appeared on his body, from his forehead to his palms, covered with extremely fine black lines, like a chessboard imprinted on his body, the black lines continued to squirm, little by little bulge and swell, and soon drilled out of the skin, like a big net, floating in front of him.

This net is called Tianluo.

Yuan Qing waved his hand, and Tianluo quickly grew larger and expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it had become several zhang wide.

The flames besieging everyone were repelled by Tianluo, this net looked slender and fragile, but in fact it was unbreakable, the black silk thread flowed with a powerful aura, the flames could not ignite it at all, and those hideous faces that plagued Yuan Qing also continued to retreat with Tianluo's expansion.

Yuan Qing's face began to improve.

Tianluo continued to grow larger, and then stretched backwards, gradually enveloping all four of them, completely blocking the phoenix fire from the outside.

It was only at this time that the influence of illusion on the Seven Tribulations really began to weaken, and the Seven Tribulations who had awakened were both frightened and annoyed, and he took a step forward and stared at Peng Zhou, who was constantly attacking outside the Flame Prison, full of murderous aura.