He didn't know where he was, and when he got up from the ground, he had to look around.

Suddenly, he felt a mist drifting in front of him, and then his whole person suddenly froze, and his eyes became dull.

His spirit has come to the illusion designed by the devil.

Combined with Shen Qingluo's memory, the devil knew that Gong Beiming's biggest obsession was none other than Ji Wuchen.

This obsession is deeper than getting Shen Qingluo.

Therefore, the devil thought of the most poisonous plan.

In this illusion, Gong Beiming has been suppressed by Ji Wuchen everywhere since he was born.

Qualification, appearance, cultivation, strength, luck, peach blossom......

One by one, Gong Beiming is extremely good, but every time he gets carried away, Ji Wuchen will appear, ruthlessly breaking his pride.

This is not enough, the devil also deliberately set up the crazy contrast of others, no matter where he goes, his ears will continue to hear.

Gong Beiming was close to collapse at this time, and he had been suppressed by Ji Wuchen for hundreds of years, and no one could accept it.

And the last straw that overwhelmed him was that Ji Wuchen ruthlessly defeated him, and sneered him coldly from head to toe in front of the woman he liked, and then left with his sweetheart in his arms.

At this moment, the resentment in his heart swelled like a madman, instantly drowning his soul.

Originally, he was resentful of Ji Wuchen, not to mention that he had experienced such a heart-piercing illusion.

The resentment continued to overflow from the depths of his soul and float towards the demon in the secret room.

The devil was overjoyed at this time, and the resentment that floated into the secret room immediately rushed up and devoured it in a big gulp.

Gongbei Ming's resentment is sky-high, and it is a real supplement for him.

However, it was also something that the devil couldn't expect to have such a good effect, and at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh at the gap between several people.

……

"Bang!"

"Shhh

Jiang Quinoa finally fell to the ground hard, and her body came into close contact with the earth, which made her gasp in pain.

But in the next second, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes trembled slightly.

The spiritual power in her body unexpectedly lost its confinement, refilled her meridians, and the storage ring could be opened.

Jiang Quinoa took out the horizontal knife almost without hesitation, and with Su Kong in her hand, her heart finally settled down.

She then raised her head, her gaze darting around.

This is a deserted medicine garden, and there are still a few herbs scattered on the ground that have long withered.

The fence of the medicine garden was also rotten, and it looked black and broken, and I was afraid that a breeze would break it down.

Where is this?

Jiang Quinoa got up from the ground, and his divine sense reached out, but he was stopped by the fence halfway through, and he couldn't break through one more step.

A flash of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she walked slowly in the direction where she had been stopped.

As she slowly approached the fence, a dilapidated yard appeared to the naked eye.

Behind the fence of the medicine garden is a bamboo bridge, in which several bamboos have been broken, and the rope wrapped around it seems to be about to fall apart.

At the other end of the bamboo bridge, the courtyard wall is made of mud, and at this time, it is also scattered, falling and falling.

The wooden door at the entrance also has a large hole, so you can easily enter without opening the door.

Jiang Quinoa had deeper doubts in his heart, and decided to go to the courtyard to find out.

She flew carefully over the top of the fence, but before she could hit the ground, the fence below could no longer bear to collapse with a bang, and fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

The decaying fence turned to ash and rose into the air.

Seeing this, Jiang Quinoa felt a sense of desolation in her heart for some reason, she flew over the fence, flew over the bamboo bridge, and stopped outside the courtyard wall.

She cautiously came to the gate, looked through the big hole, and found that the yard was also dilapidated, the houses had become dilapidated, and even the weeds in the yard had died, and the dilapidated ones had lost any life.

Jiang Quinoa settled down, got into the hole, and came to this dilapidated and dilapidated house.

The door of the house hung crookedly, and when she bent over, the door immediately fell, shattering into countless pieces.

Jiang Quinoa looked back, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how long ago was this house?

She turned her head and looked around the hall of the room.

It is said to be a hall, but it is actually only ten square meters in size, and there is a chair and a wooden table in the room.

A pair of jade chessboards are placed on a wooden table, on which are also placed chess games.

Jiang Quinoa took a closer look, she was not proficient in the chess game, but looked at the table and chair in front of her, and inexplicably felt deeply lonely.

The black and white should all be from the hands of one person, this is a chess game between oneself and oneself.

She looked at the chessboard in front of her, and the transparent texture was really incompatible with the dilapidated tables and chairs, and they didn't match at all.

As soon as she had this idea, the wooden table in front of her collapsed, and the chessboard and chess pieces scattered to the ground.

The smell of rot and dust penetrated into his nostrils, Jiang Quinoa wrinkled his nose, and then crouched down, picked up all the scattered chess pieces, and then loaded them into the chessboard.

She didn't know what the chessboard was made of, but she knew it was a good thing, so she put it away after thinking about it.

She looked down the hall for a few more moments, then came to the staircase that led to the second floor.

As soon as I stepped on it, the stairs made a sound of friction, and people felt that they were going to collapse in the next second.

Jiang Quinoa immediately raised his feet, carried his spiritual power and flew up to the second floor, and then gently landed on the second floor.

It's a study plus bedroom and doesn't have a complete partition.

The original bed had already collapsed, and only a few pillars were still on the ground, and the rest had turned to ash and piled up.

Not far from the bed, a bookcase had also decayed, and was pressed to the ground by a guqin.

There is also a picture scroll pressed under the guqin, which is tightly tied by a red rope.

Jiang Quinoa's eyelids jumped, and he inexplicably felt that his heartbeat had accelerated a lot.

She walked over slowly, but ignored the obviously precious guqin, and reached out to the scroll.

When the scroll was in her hand, her heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

There seemed to be a kind of magic in this scroll, which drew her closer and made her feel a sense of intimacy.

Jiang Quinoa frowned, took the scroll in his hand and kept looking at it, guessing what might be inside.

She didn't rush to open it, after all, whether it was a trap or not, she couldn't be completely sure.

But after hesitating for a long time, Jiang Quinoa still planned to open the picture scroll and take a look.

This desire in her heart was too strong, and she was quite surprised.

But since she had decided, she no longer hesitated, so after activating the defensive spirit weapon on her body, she untied the rope outside.

As the scroll opens little by little, a figure gradually comes into view.

Jiang Quinoa was stunned.

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