Great, it's not a virus from the Psalm faction, it's not a curse from the Apocalypse faction, it's not a flesh and blood aberration from the Changing faction......

This is understandable.

After all, this is a heavily guarded Tower of Judgment, and his identity is so sensitive, in order to care about the impact and consequences, the other party chooses an illusion that will not leave any traces.

Luckily, it's illusion.

Since it's an illusion, you don't have to worry about dying right away. As long as your will is strong enough, then you can still survive for a while before your perception is completely eroded.

Ye Qingxuan is an expert in this way, and he knows how to deal with the current situation.

Once you've determined that it's an illusion faction, it's time to distinguish between types.

What kind of illusion is it inflicted on oneself?

The false illusion of the five senses? is not confined to the individual, but is a closed illusion erected in the entire cell?

Or is it the terrible reality of turning illusion into reality?

Or, a combination of both?

Illusions can be ruled out.

How remote and difficult this road is, Ye Qingxuan has clearly experienced it from Lola.

If the crazy woman's luck had been a little worse, she might have turned herself into an illusion and disappeared without a trace because of the music theory. Rao is like this, after achieving the fateful chapter of "Moon in the Mirror", he can only get started.

Ninety-nine out of a hundred musicians who studied this proposition died, and the remaining one may not be able to make it.

There are less than ten musicians in this world who have the ability and energy to dabble in this field, and more than half of them are hidden in the Northern Isles, voodoo crypts, uncertain lands and other hidden illusion schools, and the amount of money it costs to ask them to do it once is simply astronomical, and people may not be willing to do it.

Ye Qingxuan believed that he would not be so unlucky.

Besides, if such a master really comes to kill himself, there are countless ways. You don't need to go through the hassle at all, as long as you inject the illusion hormone into your blood, you will die of no illness, or go crazy to death.

Well, the rest is simple.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Interpretation deduction, begins.

The proposition is a change in music theory in the sea of ether.

In consciousness, the non-existent sea of ether slowly emerged, calm and expansive, as if it was about to extend to the end of the world. The aether density is set to the normal standard for the red zone.

Once the sound source is set, sixteen giant pipe organs slowly rise from the mind, forming a huge ring.

Next......

Ye Qingxuan grinned.

In an instant, sixteen giant pipe organs burst into a roar, and a rousing melody erupted from within it. They overlapped each other, setting off layers of waves in the sea of the void of ether.

In the collision of countless waves, the music theory of nothingness is constantly born and destroyed.

Ye Qingxuan felt as if his brain had been thrown into a furnace, and he was about to completely collapse on such a huge number of deductions. In the sea of the void of ether, there was a raging roar, one after another, surging frantically like a boil.

In the ebb and flow of the tide, countless music theories are born, composed, collapsed, and dissipated at the snap of a finger......

This is a taboo prescribed by Abraham, and it is absolutely important not to challenge the inhuman deduction conditions, otherwise the brain will be the first to collapse under the impetus of interpretation.

In the severe pain of the virus's erosion, Ye Qingxuan's consciousness began to blur rapidly.

But at that moment, he saw everything distorted and faded...... In the midst of the frantic operation of his brain and the drastic changes in consciousness, his perception began to become strange.

He saw that the cell was rapidly twisting and deforming......

As if entering into some abstract mathematical logic, the spatial structure of the cell becomes extremely strange. Even Ye Qingxuan's body became slender and soft, like a little person who had been stretched out and put into a box.

"I see......"

He stopped understanding the deduction of the translation, stared at the rapid change of the world in front of him, and suddenly realized: "Is this in my consciousness?"

So, where is your current self?

I'm afraid you're still lying in bed, immersed in sleep, right?

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to laugh.

Enter a dream ready for the 'Dream Weaver'......

Friend, are you really not joking?-

Ten minutes ago, in the corridor outside Ye Qingxuan's cell, a subtle choking echoed.

In the cell, the censor curled up in a ball, his face lowered, but a strange red light lit up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

When the clock rang in the middle of the night, he quietly opened his mouth and reached out, his fingers picking up a very thin thread from the end of his teeth. Gently pull out the foreign body hanging in the throat.

It was a ring.

The plain ring had only simple notes engraved on it, but under his urging, the simple notes melted into the midnight bell.

The silent fluctuations merged with the entire Tower of Judgment barrier, bypassing the barrier and acting directly on the ether.

It's a key.

Back in the days of the Tower of Judgment, before the Prohibition of Law and the erection of layers of enchantments, a back door was reserved when planning music theory. In the operation of music theory, a small gap was quietly opened.

This void is not even enough to mobilize the power of the Aether Sea, but with this small void, there is a lot to be done.

The censor grinned, clasped his hands together, and pressed into the air.

The faint melody of sadness and lingering blended into the choking sound, silently passing through the gap, and with the fulcrum that had been pre-arranged a long time ago, it blended into Ye Qingxuan's sleep.

The Forgotten Sacrifice.

This is an illusionary movement born from the mythology of the Holy Scriptures.

The Holy One dies, the end of the world comes, and the guilty are judged and descended into hell and suffer forever.

In the Holy Book, the angel who came down said, 'The time has come, and there will be no more time after that.'" And the served, the sinful will be tormented and pained in that eternal and everlasting time, praying for final salvation.

Therefore, the illusionist created this movement, which consists of 'judgment', 'sin' and 'sacrament'. First, the fulcrum of illusion is implanted with judgment, and the "sin" is used to torture the person who has fallen into the illusion forever, and the consciousness will be consumed in endless suffering, and finally the "sacrament" is used to bring "salvation" to the poor person, so that he can sleep forever.

It only takes five minutes to experience thousands of years of pain and suffering.

Of course, the conditions for its use are also very harsh, and the enemy must be unprepared before he can be dragged into the deepest layers of the illusion, without any resistance.

But any musician with even the slightest aether perception will wake up the moment they perceive the aether fluctuations, and the illusion will be self-defeating.

But here, there is no doubt that it is the most suitable movement.

Here, everyone's perception is blocked by the shackles they carry with them, and they are unable to use any music, almost no different from ordinary people, and even under the washing of drug sedation and hymns, their minds are much weaker than ordinary people.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan was dragged into a nightmare.

It's just a waste of effort.

He manipulated the movement to slowly unfold from Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, dragging him into the deeper layers of the illusion. Then prepare another heart-to-heart movement.

This is a requirement of the employer, and the hands must be clean and he must not be allowed to die in prison.

He was to be tried at the Holy Wheel Court and confessed to his crimes in court.

He had to die on the gallows.

Therefore, after the will has been exhausted, it is the turn of the heart to play.

Plant hints, reshape minds, change ideas......

It's a delicate job.

In particular, it must be done so that people do not see the clues.

Don't know what valuable treasures this guy has in his head?

The musician thought: It's better to be worthy of paying such a big price, and you can also make extra money.

Perhaps there is Anglo's Golden Medal of Victory, and the twelve movements are activated and combined to form the scepter of the coming kingdom of heaven, which is said to be the closest thing to the power of the catastrophe in the world except for the saints.

Or, what other secrets can be taken to sell for money?

Anyway, after the fact, this identity will definitely not be able to continue to be used.

For a one-off business, it is best to squeeze all the value out of it at once.

"Let me see ......"

He sneaked into Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, passed through a layer of fog and disintegration of vigilance, and went down and down again in the scene of spiritual transformation.

Finally, in the labyrinth of memory, the door representing the secret is finally found.

"It's a troublesome lock......"

The musician smiled mockingly: "What kind of secret is hidden so deeply?"

He reached out and took out the key from his bosom.

Tears, sadness and tiredness.

This is the best way to get to the secret.

Rattle.

The key is broken.

The musician was stunned: a hundred tried and tested methods?

Soon, it dawned on him that Ye Qingxuan himself was said to be proficient in the music theory of the Physiognomy School, and the conventional solution would definitely not work here.

He took out another key again—despair, but the key to despair only appeared in the depths of the dream, and then completely dissipated.

The musician was stunned. Soon, he continued to take out the various keys he had made in advance, but the door remained unmoved.

The trick didn't seem to work in front of him.

The musician's mood suddenly became gloomy.

I didn't want to do that, but if that's the case, there's no way around it.

His body swelled rapidly, horns sprouted on his head, flames erupted under his feet, and the bat's wings spread out from the flames behind him. In an instant, he manipulated his image and turned into a nightmare. He reached out and slammed into the lock on the door.

There was a snap.

Before he could exert his strength, the door opened......

He froze in place, and soon, he couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

I'm afraid this guy's willpower has already been on the verge of collapse in the torture of illusion, and his heart defense is already fragile, and it can be opened with a slight touch.

He pushed the door open.

Behind the door, there was a fog so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

It's like a majestic city has been destroyed, and the ruins are full of tombstones, surrounded by a bleak mist, and many secrets are buried.

Witnessing this scene, the musician felt a chill in his heart.

This madman!

All of us will create a shelter for ourselves in the deepest layers of consciousness, a place where all secrets are kept, a corner where our minds can hide and heal.

He had seen wooden houses on thousands of green grasslands, castles on stormy islands, bustling cities, glorious palaces, even bloody dismemberment workshops, and hideous and terrifying basements decorated with human skins......

But this guy, why is the bottom of consciousness such a devastated cemetery?!

The musician stared at his nearest tombstone, walked in, and finally saw the name on it. He was stunned, then turned around and looked at another tombstone, but the name on it was the same.

He stared at the layers of tombstones, and felt only his scalp tingle.

Hundreds of tombstones, all with the same name.

- Ye Qingxuan!

"This madman ......"

A chill of horror echoed through the musician's consciousness, and it was only now that he realized that this was not a shelter at all!

He stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, but he couldn't understand:

How many times has that guy killed himself?!

"That's me who wanted to be an artist. ”

Beside him, someone whispered, "I used to be very talented in painting and connoisseurship, and my mother wanted me to be an artist." ”

The musician turned around abruptly and saw a figure standing behind him at some point.

The young man stroked the tombstone beside him and sighed softly, "This is me who wants to be a poet." When I was younger, I had a lot of aspirations, and then I wanted to go a lot.

Unfortunately, none of them materialized.

There's a lot of me here, a lot of ...... Cowardly me.

They were all dead. ”

He raised his head and said calmly: "Kill yourself when you were a child, and you will grow up." Kill your cowardly self and you can be brave.

I guess the so-called growth is the process of constantly killing oneself, right?"

“......”

The musician stared at him in astonishment, a chill in his heart, not knowing what to say.

Why are you here?

Just kidding, the fact that he can be here proves that he has broken free from illusion. His mind quickly pondered all the possibilities, and the projection became gloomy and hideous, exuding an undisguised malice.

"You're looking for this, aren't you?"

Ye Qingxuan was holding a small box in his left hand, and there was no lock on the box, but a simple knot with silk thread, which looked immature and ridiculous.

"Sorry, this doesn't belong to you. ”

The box fell from his hand and fell back into the middle of nowhere, locked into the deepest part of the dream.

He stared at the intruders here and whispered:

"You can't take anything from here. ”

The musician's face was gloomy, and the shadows under his feet changed and swelled strangely, as if they were boiling, and spread out in all directions.

"You can't use those things anyway, can't you let people take them?"

The musician said coldly, "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to avoid this situation as much as possible, after all, it will be more painful to transform the mind...... It's a pity that you left me with no choice. ”

"In terms of the competition of wills, I still have more experience. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "So, you'd better not talk too much." ”

"Then let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

In the next moment, the figure of the musician suddenly disappeared.

Instead, the dark sky dome.

The frenzied will sounded from all directions with a roaring movement, and in just an instant, it destroyed Ye Qingxuan's dream and penetrated into the deepest part of his consciousness, like a thunderous rainstorm, countless flying locusts fell from the sky, like a legendary disaster of destruction, gnawing at everything within reach.

And the dream also shook violently and made a response.

In the Tower of Judgment here, all the power that mobilizes the Aether Sea cannot be used, and the power of the other party is suppressed at the musician level. Ye Qingxuan never felt that he would lose to a musician in the duel between will and heart!

In an instant, the wills of the two people changed thousands of times in the dream, colliding with each other, and the two consciousnesses were so sharp that they used their egos as weapons to stab at each other!

This is the most untechnical duel in the mind, and it is also the most bottom-dependent duel, everything is based on the will of the self, the change of skills and the richness of experience.

This is the most unfortunate approach, everything is decided at the moment when the foundation is laid.

The more he fought, the more the musician palpitated, thinking that Ye Qingxuan's thoughts were eroded and hinted at implanted in him, and he couldn't find any traces at all.

It has reached the point where there is no trace, and the colorless river of his freedom is simply pervasive, and any gap in the transfer of consciousness is an opportunity, even a slight weakness will be detected and used by him.

In a blink of an eye, the Purifier he had conceived with his mind had removed dozens of hints from his consciousness, all of which were hints he had planted when scruples and weaknesses that he had not even noticed had surfaced.

Moreover, this guy is not capable of counterattacking at all, except for passive defense!

If he had recovered his aether sense, I'm afraid the tide of battle would have been one-sided at this moment!

Where did such a hellish pervert come out!

This guy really isn't a seed musician secretly cultivated in the 'Dark Forest' or 'Nianhua Yixin' and other schools of Physiognomy, right? The information only says that this guy lacks a famous teacher for Psychics, but only dabbles in a little...... Fart!

This damn guy's background and foundation are clearly deeper than his own! The skills of consciousness erosion and suggestion implantation are even worse than black musicians!

Who did you learn it from?

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's side was completely unpleasant.

Completely unexpected, he lost not in skill, but in ...... Will?!

Every attack by the Assassin who invaded his consciousness was a suicidal attack. It's like if you completely annihilate the enemy's consciousness, even if your own brain is completely burned into a pulp!

Every impact of consciousness and soul shock is almost a desperate heart and an unyielding will, which stimulates every trace of potential and overloads the brain several times.

If he could still leave the dream now, he would definitely be able to see his body convulsing and his facial features oozing blood.

Where is this musician?

This is clearly a fanatic who wants to die with the enemy!

There was no greed and hesitation just now, almost as if it was a different person.

In the head-to-head duel, almost every time Ye Qingxuan was about to collapse at the first touch, and most of his heart was spent on eliminating the aftermath. The invisible river intercepted left and right, barely neutralizing most of the impact.

The enemy is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be inexplicably brain dead!

If it weren't for the stiff thinking of the other party and a lot of flaws, he wouldn't even be able to fight the other party.

There's no way, the stupid are afraid of being stunned, and the stupid are afraid of dying. Ye Qingxuan has been stunned for so many years, and it is the first time he has encountered someone else's means of playing with him.

What the hell is going on?!

At this moment, the other side is thinking about the same problem.

He missed the lead at the beginning, and then fell behind step by step, and even fought to a tie with a musician who didn't have aether sensing at all, and it was he who fell into a disadvantage.

But while he hesitated, he noticed that his thinking speed was getting slower and slower......

Hint!

Yourself was implanted with a hint!

His heart was shocked, and he was almost successfully infiltrated by Ye Qingxuan, but no matter what, he couldn't find where the hint planted by Ye Qingxuan was!

Until finally, it dawned on him.

-The box!――

Ahem, that monthly pass, friends...... (Rub your fingers (to be continued.) )