"What nonsense are you talking about?!" the monk was even more surprised, looking at Mo Baotian like a madman, "Hmph, what kind of character came in, it turned out to be a madman." Strange Dao dared to claim that he was invited by Tianxiang Immortal Venerable. ”

The monk suddenly realized, looked at Su Mo and the others with an unreasonable expression, and when his eyes glanced at Su Qingyan, a trace of pity flashed. It's a pity that such a beautiful person is a madman, and he married a husband who is also crazy......

"Hehe," Mo Litian didn't care about the monk's strange gaze, "Actually, I've always been curious, every time I fall into the illusion, I want to ask about those illusions, but generally after entering the illusion, I will forget everything completely, but this time it is clear, but it is a little strange......"

"Maniac. Seeing that Mo Baotian ignored his reaction, the monk ignored his reaction, and simply ignored him.

"What do you illusions think in your hearts, do you know that you are illusions?"

"Fuck off, don't bother me. ”

The monk roared impatiently, as if he was very disgusted by Mo Deception's entanglement.

"Hehe, do you think you're not an illusion? It's interesting, I always say that if you want to deceive others, you first have to believe that what you say is true, and what you say is true. You must all believe that you are real, right?"

The monk was finally impatient with Mo Baotian's self-talk, and suddenly stretched out his hand, wanting to choke Mo Baotian's neck. Mo Baotian tilted his head casually, dodging the monk's shriveled right hand, and instead grabbed the monk. He looked at the monk coldly.

"You say you're not an illusion, so think about it. Do you remember everything in your life?What is your inner demon tribulation?!Where were you when you advanced to merge?!Where were you when you advanced to become a god?!What is your inner demon tribulation when you advanced to the god transformation stage?!!

Mo deceived Tian and asked several questions in a row, but they were all questions that the illusion could not answer at all. Fabricated illusions. Even if there is a memory of the original owner, it is only for a short time, and it is even based on the memory of the illusionist or the monk who fell into the illusion.

And these memories obviously do not include the Heart Demon Tribulation, which is something that every monk must experience when he advances. The demons of the heart have always been unpredictable, and it is not at all something that the monk can guess. And there will be no monk who has nothing to do to publicize his inner demons.

The test in the demon is the weakness of one's own state of mind, and it is also the most terrible weakness of oneself. Unless a monk is crazy, he will publicize his weaknesses to the whole world. The illusion is fabricated, no matter how realistic it is, it will not know the demonic calamity of the deity.

The monk was stunned. The face was even more gloomy: "Daoyou's words are interesting, do Daoyou think that the next meeting will say the next demon tribulation to Daoyou!"

"I didn't let Daoyou tell you to know, I just persuaded Daoyou to think about it, what is the demon calamity in my heart......" Mo deceived the corners of his mouth with a seductive smile, "Don't Daoyou think that if all this is an illusion, it would be better......"

"What the hell do you want to do!" Mo Bully's smile made the monk's heart very vigilant, and even his tone became irritable.

Mo Baotian let go of the monk's hand and took a step back: "Sure enough, Daoyou doesn't remember that your heart demon is tribulated, looking at Daoyou's expression, it seems that he really doesn't know." Is it true that the illusion does not know that it is an illusion?"

"Maniac!"

The monk was free, and hurriedly stepped back, far away from Mo Baotian, and glared at Mo Baotian fiercely. I don't want to look at Mo Bullying anymore. The monk hid in the shadows, his back to Mo Baotian, but a trace of doubt flashed on his face. What is the Demon Tribulation in your own heart......

Mo Baotian's voice was not suppressed, but deliberately amplified the voice, and the entire dungeon's combined monks heard Mo Baotian's words clearly. A variety of expressions flashed across his face.

"Impossible, impossible. How could I not remember what my inner demon tribulation was?! Could it be that this monk was hypnotized?! Yes, yes, it must be like this, I heard that some monks practice special exercises, and can unconsciously change the monk's memory in a short period of time, so the monk must have practiced this exercise......

"I must have been here for a long time, and my consciousness has declined, so I was easily hypnotized by him...... It has to be so, it has to be like this...... It won't be long, it won't be long, I will remember everything, how could I not exist......"

No one wanted to admit that he didn't exist, the monk muttered to himself, desperately trying to remember what his inner demon was. The surrounding monks were all like this, and there was a faint panic on their faces, and Su Mo and the others looked at these monks with interest.

"It's as if they really don't know they're illusions. ”

"You have the blood of the Sky Fox, and you are more proficient in illusions than I do, and you don't know the thoughts of these illusions?"

Su Qingyan glanced at Mo Baotian: "The illusion I created, it is my own mind, it is completely what I want, where there is such a complexity, and I can still have my own thoughts." The person who created this illusion has a much higher cultivation in illusion than I do. ”

"Hehe, thinking illusions...... Mo deceived the sky and touched his chin, "If these thinking illusions know that they are not illusions, I don't know what the result will be." ”

Su Qingyan couldn't help laughing: "You are too reckless, if the illusion becomes more complicated, won't it be worth the loss?"

"That's better than waiting here, and I don't know if we've really been teleported to the dungeon, or if it's just an illusion. Either way, it's very bad for our physical body, and there are not just two of us monks in the Yiye Sect. ”

"That's right. ”

Su Qingyan nodded in agreement, and at the same time, the monk finally couldn't help jumping up: "What kind of magic did you use for us?!Why can't we remember our heart demon tribulation?!"

"As I said below, that's because you're just an illusion. Fabricated things, where will there be any demons in the heart. ”

"You are talking nonsense! Lao Tzu is really standing here, why do you say that Lao Tzu is an illusion?!"

Mo Baotian lowered his head and thought for a while: "That's it, illusions, they are all fabricated on existing things." What you don't have, you can't change. Simply, you think about something that you have never experienced before, such as being burned by a fire and being spat on or something, and then spit on yourself to light a fire and see how it feels. ”

"Ridiculous, is Lao Tzu sick, spit on himself, and light a fire!"

"Hehe, everyone is a monk, a little fire is nothing. Besides...... You have been bullied like this by a monk of the Jiedan, is it better to be angry than to take a sip of saliva!"

The monk thought about this reason, and suddenly lowered his head and spat on the back of his hand: "What, is it no different from water......

"Are you sure? Saliva is obviously viscous, and Daoyou are sure that the feeling of saliva spitting on your body is no different from water?

"Oh, yes, yes, it's a little hotter than the water, and a little sticky?"

"Are you sure?The saliva is not phlegm, how can there be a sticky feeling?"

"Yes, yes, not very sticky, not very sticky......"

"Look, Daoyou doesn't know what it's like to be spit on, even if you spit out, you will only have the feeling of being spit on......"

"Nonsense, I obviously have these feelings, but I just haven't made them clear. ”

"Oh~ that's it......"

Mo Baotian glanced at the monk with a smile, no longer spoke, but transmitted a voice to Su Qingyan: "It seems that the situation is more complicated than we imagined, these monks can actually change their memories at any time according to what we said." ”

Su Qingyan pursed her lips and thought for a while: "Then why don't you tell them these real feelings, let them ...... How about comparing it yourself?"

Mo deceived the sky and raised his eyebrows: "Good idea." ”

"Fellow Daoist doesn't plan to try the feeling of being burned?"

"Nonsense, hasn't Lao Tzu already proved that Lao Tzu is a real person, isn't it enough to spit on, you have to be burned. ”

Mo Baotian shrugged his shoulders: "Even if Daoyou is real, how can Daoyou know that other people are real?"

The monk hesitated: "This ...... Probably not, could it be that the monks who have lived with me for a long time are all hallucinations?!"

The monk glanced at the monks suspiciously: "Hey, you all hurry up and spit on yourself!"

"It's useless, I've already told me what it feels like to be spit, they all know what it feels like, and it's useless to spit again. ”

"Yes, it's useless, you hurry up and set a fire to yourself. ”

The monk yelled, but no one paid attention to him, and the monk was immediately furious: "Hey, you don't burn it, Lao Tzu himself comes." ”

With that, the monk dismantled the wooden bed in the dungeon, lit a piece of wood, and threw it at the bed of a monk. The monk was lying on the bed sleeping, and the bed suddenly caught fire, and he was startled: "Wang Zhiyang, what are you doing!?"

"Say, what the fuck it's like to be burned?!"

The monk was furious: "If you want to know what it tastes like, don't you just burn yourself!"

The monk jumped up from the bed, extinguished the flames from his robe, and only frowned, as if in pain. At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly sounded: "Wang Zhiyang, you are fucking looking for death!!"

The monk frantically slapped the flames on his body, and the flames went out, but a large blister was lifted on his exposed arm. There were all kinds of voices, all kinds of expressions, but none of the monks had the same reaction.

The monks were stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked at each other and said, "How can you not be in pain (pain)?!"

"It's just a little hot when it's burned!"

"No, it's hot!"

"No, it hurts, it hurts!"

The monks continued to quarrel, and Su Mo and the others suddenly saw a crack in one of them...... (To be continued......)