"This ......"

Kurama Congyun looked around with a shocked expression.

I didn't see any traces of anyone performing ninjutsu.

It was as if the flame had suddenly burst into flames for some reason.

"Yakumo, have you fully awakened?"

Kurama Congyun immediately reacted, realizing that this was the blood inheritance limit ability of "transforming illusion into reality" in the family classics.

"Yakumo did this?"

Yakumo's mother on the side looked incredulous: "Does she want to kill us?" Why is this happening! ”

Although Yakumo has a sensitive heart, she has a very gentle personality, and it is impossible for her to do such a thing!

"Yakumo, what are you doing? Sober up! ”

Kurama Congyun called with a solemn look in his eyes, but it didn't have any effect at all.

He stretched out his arm, trying to touch Yakumo.

But I only heard Kurama Yakumo let out a cold laugh, and the next moment there was a whirlwind in front of me.

"This, what kind of place is this?!"

After opening his eyes again, Kurama Congyun saw the scene in front of him, his cold hair stood on end, and his body tensed.

In front of me was an endless distorted space, and paintings with strange painting styles were floating in the air.

At his feet, there was only one platform on which he could barely stand, and the rest of the place was bottomless darkness.

"Did Yakumo pull me into the illusion?"

Seeing this, Kurama Congyun immediately sealed his hands, trying to interrupt his chakra operation route in order to get rid of the illusion.

"Solution."

Everything in front of him was still unchanged, and Cong Yun's face suddenly froze.

"Solution! Untie! ”

Looking at her husband who was constantly unsealing, Yakumo's mother was also in a cold sweat.

She looked up, but all she saw was dead silence.

But when she looked up to the sky, she saw several stone slabs floating above her head.

Kurama Yakumo was on one of the stone slabs, gently tracing against a drawing board.

"Yakumo!"

Mother Yakumo called out to her loudly.

But Kurama Yakumo didn't look at her, his eyes were dazed, his expression was very resentful, and his facial features became distorted.

"Yakumo, accept me! I'll make you a ninja with incredible power! ”

The voice in his head reappeared, and his words were full of bewitchment.

Yakumo's breathing stalled slightly, and her pale face looked down at her parents.

"They're not your parents."

The voice spoke again, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Your parents have high hopes for you, how can they stop you from becoming a ninja?" ”

When the words fell, the familiar parents in Yakumo's eyes seemed to change suddenly.

Transformed into two ugly-looking monsters, spitting out all kinds of vicious words from their mouths.

"Kurama Yakumo, you've let us down so much! You don't deserve to be saddled with the surname of a pommel horse! ”

"Kurama Yakumo, it's you waste that ruined our race's hope of the final rise! You are a sinner in your family! ”

Kurama Yakumo......

Kurama Yakumo......

Why, why stop me, why be disappointed in me?

I'm obviously a genius, Mom and Dad, don't you say I'm a genius?

Am I not the hope of the family? Mom and Dad, what am I doing wrong?

I, I'm so weak, this body is so weak......

Soon, the face of the saddle horse Congyun below changed suddenly.

The stone slab under his feet actually began to heat faintly, and clusters of burning flames appeared.

"Cong Yun! What to do?! ”

Looking at the flames that continued to surround the two, Kurama Congyun sealed again.

But it still didn't work.

Kurama Congyun thought of the records in ancient books in shock.

This is Kurama Yakumo's illusion space, and ordinary ninjutsu can't be used here at all.

Kurama Congyun, who is an illusion ninja, knows very well that in the illusion space constructed by others, the only way to use strong spiritual power to fight the other party is to fight hard.

Only by resisting all the other party's injuries and staying mentally awake can you ensure that you can escape from the world of illusion.

But......

Unlike other illusions, the Kurama clan's bloodline limit is not only harmful to the spirit in the illusion world, but also to the physical body of reality.

"What to do, how can this be?"

If......

If Yakumo hadn't been put under such heavy pressure before, wouldn't it have caused such a situation?

The flames beside him "soared" and rose.

Just when Yakumo's parents were feeling desperate and remorseful for this.

"It's just a painting, but it can make people feel immersive, and this bloodstain ability is really interesting."

A slightly smiling voice suddenly came from beside him: "But this kind of painting technique is only used to paint these grotesque and distorted things, which is a pity." ”

Before the two of them could react.

The next moment.

Boom!!

With a loud bang, the world of illusion shook violently.

The blazing flames that had been burning all the time seemed to have lost their substance, and they kept flickering, looking a little illusory.

Kurama Yakumo, who had closed his eyes tightly and had a hideous expression, instantly woke up like a dream.

"See you again, Kurama Yakumo."

The sudden sound behind him startled Yakumo, who almost lost his footing and fell directly off the slate.

"You ......"

Kurama Yakumo took a step back with a wary expression, and his breathing became rapid.

Only Mima stood in front of Yakumo, and even if she couldn't see her face clearly, it made her feel a heavy pressure.

Miaoma pinched his chin and looked at Kurama Yakumo's painting just now: "It seems that you are still a genius in painting, and the despair of the people in the painting can simply seep out of this painting." ”

In that painting, the flames burned everything, and two charred figures struggled in the flames, stretching their bodies wantonly.

It looks like it's dancing and praying.

"You...... Are you here to laugh at me, too? ”

The slightly smiling tone of the face directly stimulated the sensitive psychology of Kurama Yakumo.

She bit her lip a little timidly, but a hint of hatred appeared on her pale face.

Concentrate directly, wanting to cast illusion abilities on this masked man who suddenly appeared.

“…… How? ”

However, she suddenly realized that she could no longer interfere with the illusion world she had constructed.

On the contrary, it was the other party, who slowly turned his head to look at himself, and looked at her.

Yakumo saw the sarcasm in the other party's eyes.

"What gives you the courage to make a move against me, just by your half-blood?"

He said in a low voice, "Or is that monster called Ido affecting your spirit?" ”

At the same time as the words fell, Mian Ma suddenly reached out and touched the "burning" portrait.

In the original portrait, the tragic death of Kurama Congyun was depicted.

But when the face touched the portrait, his arm actually reached directly into the portrait.

"Ahh

The portrait began to distort and distort, and even let out a terrible cry of terror.

A monster with the same body shape as Kurama Yakumo, with the same hairstyle, but with strange cheeks like ghosts, was directly lifted out of the painting by the face numb pinching his head.

Sorry, I just finished writing a 6k word creation report, and the last chapter is late.

If nothing else, I will have more tomorrow, and if I have enough time, I will be ten thousand days a day, thank you for your support.

(End of chapter)