What was different was that she heard a heart-rending voice shouting her name, which was not her name, and she saw the boy born in blood, red-eyed, stumbling towards her.

"No, no, Rong'er, Rong'er, if you hold on, I will definitely be able to save you."

It's just that she doesn't have the heart to say a word to her.

Even raising his hand to comfort him and make him stop crying is gone.

I could only watch myself and him get farther and farther away from him, until everything returned to nothingness.

Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear an anxious female voice shouting to her: "This is an illusion, don't close your eyes!" ”

Obviously, the voice was a step late, and Lingyu had already closed her eyes, realizing why something was so wrong here from the beginning.

Because this is an illusion, she doesn't know when she entered the illusion, and she doesn't know whose illusion it is, but before thinking of the confusion, seeing Fanyin's uncontrollable face, Lingyu felt that this should be her illusion demon.

Yun Yiming snorted coldly and looked at the tear-stained young man kneeling on the ground: "No. 2, don't tell me that you have true feelings." ”

Fanyin bowed his head and said nothing, but tears fell on Lingyu's blood-colored face one by one.

Yun Yiming was a little upset for some reason, he should be happy, this woman should have died a long time ago, he let her go again and again just because she still has some use value, now this chess piece is disobedient, dead, shouldn't it be better?

"You should know the price of betraying your master."

"Why, why, why now......" Sanskrit felt her body temperature disappear little by little in her chest, her eyes lost the light of the past, and she kept whispering something.

The confused and angry howls of the zombies on the ground added a bit of desolation to the moment.

A zombie walked to the door of the house, looked at the outside shrouded in the night in confusion, and wanted to step on the door, but when he just buried one foot, he was burned by something, with a howl, or dust.

Yun Yiming looked at all this, glanced at the person on the ground who seemed to have lost his mind, and the irritability in his heart was about to pour out: "Don't waste time here, while she is still cold, quickly detain her soul and generate a formation!" ”

"Huh...... Hehehe...... Hahaha......" The Sanskrit voice on the ground suddenly laughed lowly, the laughter became louder and louder, and gradually became crazy, he got up with Lingyu in his arms, covered in blood, like an Asura returning from hell, looking at Yun Yiming coldly.

Yun Yiming knew that he was out of control.

"Do you think I'll still be your lackey?" The star-saving sword behind his back trembled violently, as if it was alive, and stabbed towards Yun Yiming.

Lingyu's blood fell to the ground along his hand, and bewitching red lotuses bloomed.

Yun Yiming realized that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Lingyu slowly opened her eyes, the big hole in her chest was healing little by little, and the surrounding moonlight seemed to be gathering in this direction, illuminating everything like daylight, making those zombies more and more painful.

Fanyin stared blankly at the person who suddenly regained life in his arms, and then he seemed to be condensed and frozen in place.

Lingyu broke free from his arms, slowly stood up, and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the moonlight rose into the air, exuding a divine brilliance, hanging high on the top, purifying everything around him.

"I'm sorry, just now King Yama said that there is no room for me in the ground."

The red lotus blooms, and the woman's smile is even brighter than here.

"You...... How can it be. Yun Yiming looked at his hand that was still stained with her blood, the blood on it had not dried up, but the owner of the blood had been reborn.

"What's impossible."

All this, from beginning to end, is just a fantasy that she has a heart for.

"Do you remember the demon pill I gave you?"

Yun Yiming was stunned for a moment, illusion? Something seemed to come out of his head, but it gave him a splitting headache at the last minute.

He thought of the purple demon pill that he dismissed, and thought of the purple soul that he had the heart to put back, yes, he didn't expect it. In the end, he was tricked!

When, when did it start, when did he enter the illusion realm he didn't know, he clearly remembered that he woke up, and deliberately let go of a wisp of nightmare soul, let her report to Lingyu, and then contact Fanyin to lure her here.

How did it become a fantasy?

He was not reconciled!

The surrounding spiritual power was chaotic, and Yun Yiming's body exuded strong resentment, covering the clouds and the moon for a while, and actually hiding her light by a few points.

Fortunately, all this was born with her heart, and it was the illusion in her heart, not his.

So......

Lingyu walked slowly to his side, one step at a time, Yun Yiming was still struggling in pain, and the Yuehua Sword had already hung high above his head at some point, and was rapidly falling towards his head at this time, as if to give him the final judgment.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed in the head, but the young man seemed to suddenly understand something at this time, laughed, raised his hand again, and a huge vortex appeared in the air and swept everything, and the Yuehua Sword fell firmly in the young man's hand, but he did not damage a single bit.

An extremely complicated six-pointed star formation rose under his feet, constantly rotating, emitting a demonic purple light, reflecting on his blood-stained face, only to make people's heartbeats follow.

Oh no, it seems that this time he was really moving.

Yun Yiming put the sword horizontally in front of him, carefully examining this sword, this is Fanyin's natal sword, he didn't expect that Fanyin would be willing to give her even his own life.

Look carefully, the sword spike on the hilt, and the lapis lazuli faintly flowing a blood, which is the blood of the heart.

He's still really...... Yun Yiming stroked the green gold stone, looked at the Sanskrit sound next to Lingyu, which had not moved since she was resurrected, as if he understood something. Looking at Lingyu, he smiled meaningfully.

"Sister, in this game, it's not certain who loses and who wins."

Lingyu wanted to recall the Yuehua Sword, but found that it was tightly bound to Yun Yiming's side, and it happened that at this time, he raised his eyes from the endless night, looking at her with a look that was too gloomy, so that she couldn't discern the emotions for a while.

Lingyu heard Dye Qing's voice sound again: "Stupid, your awakening is too weird, and he has already noticed that something is wrong!" ”

"This is your illusion, so if the illusion is broken, you will only be the one who will be injured." The night sky was torn apart by the intense light that suddenly emanated from his body, and the skylight poured down from it, and everything around him was slowly disappearing.

Including, around the Sanskrit sounds.

Lingyu wanted to catch it, but couldn't.

I could only watch as his figure was burned by the skylight and slowly turned into clouds.

She knew that everything was fake, but she still couldn't accept his disappearance.

Even if it was just because of this moment, she also moved her Dao heart.

Yun Yiming threw the Yuehua Sword towards her, dodged and jumped into the crack in the sky, the earth was constantly shaking, and the surrounding zombies flew towards Lingyu like crazy with terrifying fangs, but Lingyu did not dodge or dodge, and the destruction of the illusion would cause irreversible damage to the people who weaved the illusion.

If her mind had not left before the illusion was shattered, she would have lacked this spirit forever in reality, and would have become a demented person, or a madman.

"What are you thinking! Yun Yiming would rather mess up his Dao heart than mess up this illusion, if he doesn't leave at this time, I'm afraid we will all be trapped in his inner demons! Seeing that Lingyu was constantly bitten by zombies, covered in blood, lying on the ground, motionless, Dye Qing couldn't stand it anymore, and appeared to remind her.

But at this time, it was not that Lingyu didn't want to move or leave, but because the Sanskrit sound disappeared just now, which touched her heart, and she inevitably messed up her mind, even if it was just for a moment, it was fatal in this illusion.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to be unable to control herself now, watching Yun Yiming tear through her illusion and escape!

All of this was made by her for Yun Yiming.

She didn't kill Dye Qing, it is not easy to practice, not to mention that according to her understanding, Dye Qing really did not do anything hurtful to heaven and reason, after falling into a nightmare, she realized the Tao and understood that what Dye Qing said was indeed right.

She has no reason to harm others for no reason for her own selfish desires.

Then she thought that Yun Yiming had been insisting on letting others go to Linchuan to get the Nightmare Demon Pill, instead of going by himself, it must not be because of his cultivation, his cultivation had already been his cultivation, and it was easy to deal with the dyeing at that time, so why did he bother to let her go so much?

There must be something on Dye Qing that he is afraid of.

So Lingyu took the risk and let Dye Qing shrink into her own demon pill, and handed it over to Yun Yiming, Yun Yiming didn't notice anything wrong, everything was going according to her plan.

Including dyeing blue to test Yun Yiming, and coming back after being seriously injured by Yun Yiming.

In fact, from the very beginning, Yun Yiming did not escape from this illusion.

He's been there.

Thinking of this, Lingyu suddenly understood.

The spiritual power on her body skyrocketed, those zombies disappeared in an instant, her torn clothes, and her body instantly recovered to its original state, the surrounding scenery flew by, and the originally gloomy and terrifying mansion turned into a magnificent palace in a flash.

In the illusion, as long as the Dao mind is not confused, and you are not confused by everything around you, then nothing can hurt you, and here, everything is just to mess with your Dao mind.

For cultivators, a heart, a firm Dao heart, is the foundation of cultivation, if the Dao heart is disturbed, the powerful spiritual power of the exercises will dissipate in an instant.

The biggest difference between cultivators and ordinary people is this heart.

Therefore, the Sanskrit sound that appeared from the beginning and the Yuehua Sword that had been following her were all her delusions, and it was Yun Yiming who noticed her wrongness and gave birth to the delusions that trapped her.

And just now, the crack in the sky was all because Yun Yiming's own Dao heart was in turmoil.

He didn't run away.

It is impossible for a person with a disturbed mind to escape from the illusion.

Thinking about everything, she noticed that everything around her had become like a dream.

In the glazed and gold-tiled hall, there is a red gold thread embroidered bandeau sitting at the end, wearing a red skirt with gold thread tassels on the lower body, a golden six-pointed star circle hair crown on the head, a gilded ruby on the forehead, and a golden veil shrouded from above, the girl lazily leaned on the throne behind her, looking at everything in the hall with no sorrow or joy on her face.