Wang Xiaohu was pulled by Gao Qi, so he could only follow to see, everyone silently followed Yuanmu to the west side room, the west house is a study, the area is not small, the decoration is antique, and there is such a bookish smell in front of him, after the old man Yuanmu entered the door, the rest were waiting at the door, making room, the log looked solemn, and his feet did not stop, and he walked straight to the bookshelf in the southeast corner, squatted down and measured it with his fingers, and pointed to the ground: "Here!" Take a hammer and a hammer. ”

There are disciples to get things, among the people present, Shu Yuan Zhongtang and Wang Xiaohu are young, can't let the old man dig a pit and dig the soil, the two took the iron shovel, according to Yuan Mu's instructions, first smashed open the floor, dug down to the ground, dug about half a meter, bell! There was a crunch, and a metal object was dug up.

Pull away the soil, see that it is an old password safe, dig out the safe together, the small insurance type is already rusty, I don't know how many years the road has been buried in the soil, like an iron lump, if there is no password, can only be lifted out of the crust to cut with a cutting machine, the old man Yuanmu went around the safe, the fingers of his right hand pointed at each other, and then squatted down and twisted the password lock, a moment of effort, the ear can be heard! With a slight crunch, the safe opened.

There was a big red brocade box lying quietly in the safe, with a yellow charm pasted on it, Yuanmu carefully took out the brocade box, gently stroked it with his hand, and then unsealed the yellow talisman, gently opened the brocade box, and there was a bald brush lying quietly inside.

The pen is almost the same size as the ordinary wolf's hair, the pen head has been bald, the pen barrel is made of hardwood, has been stroked out of the pulp, looks oily and shiny, vaguely see two seal characters, check, the most peculiar is that the tip of the pen has a neat and transparent red edge. Like jade but not jade, the bright red color like blood, the brush lies quietly in the brocade box, but it exudes an inexplicable majesty from the pen.

The people present are all people with thaumaturgy, they feel much sharper than ordinary people, and they all feel the unique momentum exuded by the brush, Wang Xiaohu feels particularly strong, and feels that the brush in front of him can see through his heart and know everything about him, which is a very inexplicable feeling. But it's real.

The pen is not an ordinary brush, it is an age at a glance, it is a rare antique, but no matter how rare and valuable it is, it is just a brush, even if it is priceless. It's not worth killing three people in a row by an illusionist, so why does that illusionist named Night have to succeed? Everyone looked at the brush in the brocade box. Mind swirling. But I can't think of a reason.

Suddenly, someone sighed faintly and said: "I know that Zhao Bing is unwilling to die, and he must have a back hand, and it is so." It was Zhao Nan, the son of the water ghost Zhao Old Man, who had been following the old man Yuanmu with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, and stood at the door like everyone else after entering the house, a person with a weak sense of existence. Not so strong that no one noticed him, even Li Lin described the death of Old Man Zhao, Zhao Nan didn't have any particularly strong emotions, everyone thought that he didn't dare to make a mistake when Yuanmu was in charge. At this time, when he suddenly said such a sentence, his heart moved, and he looked at him.

Zhao Nan took a step forward, and in the process of walking, he suddenly became another person, a charming and enchanting man in his twenties, a beautiful man who didn't talk like a man, his change was not weird, but in the eyes of everyone, it felt so natural, as if his instantaneous change was a normal thing, the man had a smile on his face, as if the emperor who ruled the world, talking to his loyal courtiers, and everyone was shocked in his momentum.

The man was the illusionist described by Li Lin, and at night, Yuanmu was the first to recognize him, pointing at him and saying, "You ......"

"That's right, it's me, it's me who killed the water ghost Zhao Bing, because he hid something that doesn't belong to him, and now he can give it to me." The night stretched out his hand towards Yuanmu, no one thought that after killing Old Man Zhao, the night had been hiding in the Zhao family, and had transformed into Zhao Nan's appearance.

Are all people blind? If not, then how powerful is this person's illusion?

"Thief, it's too much deception!" An old man in Tianfumen couldn't help but stretch out his hand to shoot at the night, the old man is one of the principals in Tianfumen, he has practiced the art of earth practice for decades, very powerful, this palm is castrated like lightning, it is heavy and scary, but his fingers have not touched the clothes of the night, and suddenly there is a flower in front of him, and there is a flower in front of him, what is the night there, but Yuanmu who is holding a brocade box.

At the moment when he was dazzled, all the people present were in front of him, and everyone in front of him became the old man Yuanmu who was holding a brocade box, appearance, body shape, posture, and even the shocked angry face, all of them were exactly the same, except for their own appearance, each one was Yuanmu, that one was true, and that one was false?

The night must be hidden inside, but which one is? Such a sudden change, suddenly provoked an exclamation, involuntarily retreated, the idea is simple, such a chaotic situation, as long as the house is out, there are few people left, carefully observe, can always find out the clue, but what I didn't expect is that when I came in, I stood by the door, as long as I took two steps back, I went out of the house, but I turned around and retreated, and the place where the door was clear, I walked outward, but I suddenly hit the wall, and I was dizzy.

There was chaos in the study, Wang Xiaohu and Yuan Zhongtang were the closest to the old man Yuanmu, and they were the first to be recruited, before the two of them could make a move, the other party became exactly the same as the old man Yuanmu, and then the people in the study began to run around, and they saw more than a dozen Yuanmu, panicked, frightened, and shouted...... The shapes are different, but without exception, they all hold brocade boxes in their hands.

In such a situation, wanting to recognize the real old man in a moment is tantamount to a fool's dream, the two of them are at a loss, their eyes are rolling around, trying to find out the night, find out the real old man Yuanmu. Wang Xiaohu even opened his voice and shouted: "Old man Yuanmu, don't be reserved at this time, say something quickly!" ”

His shout was very loud, but everyone didn't seem to hear it, it was still a mess like a headless fly, Wang Xiaohu was helpless, and the old man Yuanmu was secretly bitter in his heart, and the moment the accident happened together, countless of themselves appeared in front of him, walking towards him quickly, each of them stretched out their hands to take the brocade box in his arms.

"Illusion, illusion!" The old man Yuanmu knew that the Tao was an illusion, everyone present knew the Tao, but no one could crack it, more than a dozen masters of magic who shook the rivers and lakes were played with by a boy in his twenties, and there was no way but to flee in a panic.

Seeing a dozen of himself getting closer and closer, the old man suddenly took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Break!" ”

Decades of kung fu condensed on this roar, this roar, is the lion roar of authentic Buddhism, is Yuan Mu when he was young walking the rivers and lakes with a foot monk learned, he learned the lion roar, not the lion roar in martial arts, but the authentic secret art of Buddhism, the law is meaningless, like a lion's roar, what it says, is like thunder", on behalf of the "sound of the truth", can subdue all the devils.

A roar was like a thunderbolt descending into the world, and a sound wave was vibrated out of life, and the sound wave vibrated out, and the illusion in the room seemed to have a ripple, showing a ripple shape, with the old man Yuanmu as the center, all the people were calmed by this sound, and suddenly stood still, more like an illusory coat was blown off, revealing their original face, and in a short moment, everyone restored their original face.

Yuanmu clearly saw that the night was in front of him, and his outstretched right hand almost touched the brocade box, and he was also shocked by his voice, his hand paused in mid-air, and his handsome and bewitching face showed an incredible look, Yuanmu hurriedly held the brocade box with his left hand and shrank his arm, and slapped his right hand into a palm, this palm also contains his skills for decades, it seems to be slow but fast to the extreme, if it is shot, it will be seriously injured if it does not die.

But at the moment when his right hand became a palm, the night in front of him suddenly smiled and disappeared, and the old man Yuanmu slapped his palm into the air, and then looked at it, and saw that all the people in the room instantly turned into night, and the bewitching illusionist had an evil smile on his face, and all the people in the night pounced on him in the next moment.

At the same time that the old man Yuanmu saw that everyone had turned into night, everyone present also saw that the people around him had turned into night, and the night also stretched out five fingers and grabbed them fiercely towards his face, the wind was blowing, very fierce, at this time there was still time to distinguish something, in shock, everyone moved, and shot towards the night around them.

The sound of tearing, the sound of broken bones, and the sound of spurting blood, all around in an instant, and in an instant, the study became a ring fighting each other, extremely fierce, and all kinds of thaumaturgical magic methods were used in an instant.

Who is the enemy and who is the friend? No one can tell the difference, only know that if you don't make a move at this moment, you will be killed in an instant, under the terror, self-preservation, life and death, everyone is a ruthless move, Wang Xiaohu dodged left and right to avoid the two chasing him in the night, or was hit by a night punch, this punch made his chest stuffy, fell to the ground, the whole body qi and blood suddenly rose, the dragon and tiger's qi protected the body, and at the same time the agitation rose, and the dragon and tiger with tattoos on both arms shook as if alive.

In a trance, two phantoms of a dragon and a tiger appeared in front of Wang Xiaohu's eyes, tearing through layers of fog, and the next moment he saw that the night deceived him in front of the old man Yuanmu and grabbed the brocade box, but the old man Yuanmu stood in place with a hideous face, Wang Xiaohu didn't have time to think about it and suddenly jumped up, his right hand became a fist, and a punch smashed into the back of the night. (To be continued......)