Surprising, red scene.

Crimson sky, satin-like crimson mist. The strange mist seemed to be dancing with the mark of ghosts and gods, like a devil with wide-eyed eyes, vicious and weird, sometimes hidden in the blood-colored red mist, sometimes rising.

The purgatory-like red, as if the entire space was stained red with blood, and a sense of distortion permeated the confined space.

Jiangbei saw himself tied to a cross, like Jesus on trial.

Magic.

Jiang Bei quickly realized that this was some kind of fairly spiritual ability. It seems that it is not for nothing that someone is called a "master of the mind", and that he may indeed have a hand in the transcendent realm of the spiritual system.

The sky knows no boundaries, and the underneath the cross is soaked with a blood-like liquid. The bubbles that bubble up from time to time are accompanied by red ripples, as if immersed in a pool of blood and death.

Even the smell of blood in the air was so vivid, it was like walking between several layers of hell, and every inch of skin touched pure evil.

The pool of blood stirred.

The dripping blood stood up in front of Jiang Bei, gathered viscously, and condensed into a humanoid form. The Mind Master stood in front of him, his face uncontrollable in excitement and ecstasy.

He felt lucky in his heart at this time. Because to be honest, although he boasted a lot of cowhide before, he didn't know whether his ability would be effective against this superman.

After all, this transcendent cannot be judged by common sense, and all those transcendents who should have been effective in the past are not very easy to use in front of him. So the Mind Master can only assume that the illusion may not be effective either.

But now it looks like it's working!

The mind master, who was still trembling in the last second, and even finished the marquee, was pleasantly surprised at this time, and felt that he was doing it again for a while.

That's it? That's all Superman?

Sure enough, the brain is the evolutionary direction of natural selection, even the transcendent. Those wine bags and rice bags before were unreliable at all, and I had to be the master of my soul.

The weather cleared, the rain stopped, and the Mind Master felt that he could do it again.

He smiled cruelly: "I don't know who you are, but you've been really tormenting us for a while. But you're unlucky, and it's in my hands.

Time and space here are determined by my will. Your body may be indestructible, but your consciousness will die here."

He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand with a sneer. A cloud of blood-like liquid swirled and condensed in the palm of his hand, converging into a sharp boning knife.

And you're going to die very slowly."

He let out a loud laugh and stabbed Jiang Bei into his body with a swing of his knife.

And then

"Uhhh!!hh

The laughter came to an abrupt end and turned into a heart-rending scream.

The Mind Master's face was distorted by the pain, and a long list of question marks appeared on his head.

Wait, that's not right. This is my illusion, obviously I am torturing him, why is it me who hurts?

It was this superman who was crucified

Wait, why is the boning knife in his hand?

Instead of waiting, when did I come to the cross?

The Lord of the Mind looked up at the sky, at the earth, and then at himself tied to the cross, and his bewilderment beyond measure.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"It's illusion. It's amazing. ”

Jiang Bei looked curious, and stabbed him with a boning knife.

"Ahhh!!h The Mind Master screamed again.

"Interesting."

Jiangbei seems to have discovered a new continent. As soon as he flipped his palm, his mind moved, and the boning knife in his hand was flooded with a surging cloud of blood, turning into a whirlpool and disappearing into his palm out of thin air.

Then he raised his hand and gestured. In an instant, the blood-colored realm swirled.

The fog was gone, and the strange color of blood was gone. In an instant, the world has become a modern city of steel and concrete, with skyscrapers towering into the sky and streets bustling with traffic.

Jiangbei's mind is changing, and the urban pattern changes in an instant. Half of the street stands up, and the 90-degree vertical road seems to reach straight to the sky. The skyscraper seems to be broken by the waist, presenting an impossible right-angle angle.

The master of the mind is stupid.

Damn, this is my illusion! It's mine!

Isn't the illusion a wife, can this Nima still be a cow?

The next moment, the mind dominates in front of him, and the person has appeared in the middle of the track of the city light rail with the cross tied to his body. The headlights of the light rail car pierced the darkness, and with a deathly rumbling sound, it crashed head-on along the tracks.

The mind dominates the pupil contraction. Seeing the speeding train getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but frantically suggest himself like a mantra.

It's all hallucinations. Not really, not really, not really.

"Ahh!!h

The body was torn apart in severe pain, and the whole person was knocked away together with the cross.

It dawned on him that perhaps it was more cruel because it wasn't true.

If it's in reality, it's going to burp like this. But here, not only did he have to endure the intense pain that was heartbreaking, but he also had to continue to live to face the subsequent torture.

Just as he himself had done to countless innocent people.

But he still couldn't figure out how it happened.

How is this possible!?

The worst fantasy he'd ever had before, that his transcendence didn't work for Superman at all. Maybe the other party's consciousness is as invulnerable as the body, and even if you try your best, you can't break through the steel fortress of thought.

never expected that the other party would be even more outrageous than his most sinister imagination. The other side accepted his illusion generously, and then snatched the handle from his hand, and said with a vicious smile on his face, Let me be healthy.

It is true that he was expelled from the choir for participating in the choir, which is outrageous for Nima.

The Mind Master felt like his body had been knocked across the city and fell into the water with a pop. The salty, wet and icy water poured in from his mouth and nose and poured into his lungs without warning.

He's swimming hard. Swim

It felt like he had been swimming for a century, the last drop of strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he finally touched the water. He poked his head out desperately and floated on the water, greedily trying to breathe in the fresh air, but only to inhale a strong smell of blood.

When he turned his head, he went into cardiopulmonary arrest again.

Shark.

Dense, swarms of sharks surrounded him in the middle.

The mouth full of fangs actually seemed to sneer.

"Ahhh!!h

The unimaginable pain was like being conscious of feeling the body being torn to pieces and swallowed into the bellies of countless sharks.

During this time, the idea came to him.

By the way, this is my own transcendence, a fantasy that I have summoned. So theoretically, all you need to do is press the power off button and cut off the power.

Even if he returns to reality, being punched to death by Superman is much happier than experiencing his own torture.

Just concentrate and concentrate.

Grandma's, I can't turn it off for Mao Temeow!?

He was about to cry.

The sharks left with a full meal to their heart's content. But after blinking again, the other person was already sitting in a plane with an engine on fire and was falling. In his ears were the desperate exclamations of the passengers, and the weightlessness of the fall made him almost vomit out yesterday's breakfast.

A sentence popped into his mind.

You will never be able to reach the reality of death.

“.”

Outside the illusion, under the real villa, Jiang Bei was watching the Soul Master Transcendent lie upright on the ground after he was launched, and his body twitched.

"Illusion is so interesting." Jiangbei was a little addicted to playing for a while.

It's also a pity that I can't use illusions actively. Only after the other party casts an illusion to create a room, he can kick the owner away from the borrower's room.

Just as he was playing, he saw that the eyes of the master of the mind were white, his whole body twitched, and the corners of his mouth began to foam.

"Oh no, I won't accidentally play him to death."

Mind Master: "@#¥%&"

(End of chapter)