In the fragrant mist, Wang Luo gradually felt all the scenes in front of him and the noisy whispers in his ears...... They all left themselves like a low tide, and the world became ethereal and quiet, as if a big dream was about to wake up.

The mirage of this mushroom city is really quite different from other places, even Wang Luo's current cultivation, inhaling this incense mist, if he does not resist it, he will naturally immerse himself in the mirage world in the fog, and all the six senses will be taken over by the mirage.

And this is also the first time Wang Luo has personally experienced the mirage of this world, and he is also a little curious in his heart, how much difference can this kind of immersive mirage assisted by incense mist be compared to the memoirs he has just read for fifteen years?

A moment later, the ethereal spirit of the world was shattered by a ray of light.

It was an incomparably familiar light, so familiar that Wang Luo's consciousness trembled, and he almost broke away from the incense mist mirage on the spot.

Lingshan fairy light.

At its peak, the fairy light of the hundred halls of Lingshan rushed into the sky, and every time there was a festival, the master Song Yijing presided over the formation, so that the fairy spirit surrounded and covered, and the whole Lingshan was like the heavenly court on the earth, and the majesty spread throughout Kyushu, and the style was unlimited.

However, since he woke up in the Dingling Palace, the familiar immortal light has never been seen again, even if the spiritual mountain is now revived and rejuvenated, it is no longer the supreme immortal light that was clear and light, not stained with the slightest variegation.

In the mirage, the dementoring fairy light gradually dimmed, revealing the silhouette of a person sitting cross-legged in the light, and then gradually became clear. Wang Luo's consciousness trembled again, almost in disbelief.

It is hard to believe that in the year 1205 of the New Immortal Calendar, nearly 1,300 years after the Heavenly Tribulation, the future generations can actually restore the voices and smiles of the predecessors to such a point in a mirage, as if the deity is coming again!

For a while, he couldn't help himself, and his consciousness was talking to himself.

"Uncle Shi...... Uncle Yiming. ”

The person in the fairy light is the younger brother of Song Yijing, the 82nd generation mountain master of Lingshan, who is famous for his old-fashioned and square personality, and is deeply respected by everyone in Lingshan, and the deputy mountain master who makes Lu Zhiyao have repeated headaches, Song Yiming.

Song Yiming in the mirage, sitting cross-legged in his own hall, can roll the clouds outside the hall in a breath, and the atmosphere of the peak of Mahayana is also vividly displayed in this mirage.

For a while, Wang Luo seemed to have returned to the past, to the Lingshan that he was still familiar with, and to the happy years when he followed his senior sister and held the immortal treasure of Lingshan Town, deceived Mahayana perception, and stole the Flying Ascension Record.

It's just that without waiting for Wang Luo to feel nostalgic, he saw that everything in front of him changed abruptly, and the sky lit up by fairy light suddenly lost color, and then it was soaked in rich blood, and it seemed that an ominous blood rain had fallen in the sky. In the rain, all good things turn into decay.

A swift wind swept by, covering the field of vision with the blood rain in the sky and the mud on the ground, and the next moment, I saw that the whole world had completely changed, and the uncle Song Yijing, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him with a flawless fairy posture, had lowered his head and couldn't see his face. I can only see the corroded rust of the black hair, and a few red blood streams, gushing out from the seven orifices, its momentum is not stopping, and in the blink of an eye, the dirty blood will flow along the chest, abdomen, legs, and then all the way down from the mountain, every inch of distance flowing, as if out of thin air several times more blood, not long after, it is already a sea of blood.

When the Mahayana True Monarch attains enlightenment, one person can lead the heavens and the earth to shine. In the same way, when the Mahayana falls, it can also make the world around you appear to be the end of the world. And Song Yiming went from the fairy light to the sea of blood, just because there was an extra sword on his chest.

A mouthful pierces the heart, cutting off all paths of life, and polluting the ruthless sword of Xianji.

A mouthful has been refined and warmed by the Mahayana True Monarch every day, although it is rarely out of the sheath, but it shocks the ground fairy sword of Kyushu.

A fairy sword named [Immortal in the Mirror] in the name of the sword master.

……

At this moment, Wang Luo's thinking couldn't help but stagnate.

This too virtual mirage created by the people of Yueyang actually kicked off in an unimaginable way.

Wang Luo didn't think that such a start was the result of the screenwriter team's brainstorming, even if they really had the courage to start with the death of the deputy mountain master of Lingshan under the watchful eye of the All-Immortal League, it would never be possible to grasp Song Yiming's posture at his peak and fall so accurately.

Especially the immortal sword that Master Song Yijing never leaves his body, and very few people have seen it unsheathed.

The details that are meticulous and perfectly restored can only come from the memories of those who witnessed them. And there are only three survivors in the world.

It's just that without waiting for Wang Luo to ask the deer around him, there was a change in this mirage, only to see the picture pull up from Song Yiming's face, and in a blink of an eye, he had come to the clouds where the wind was whistling, only to see that the white clouds had been dyed into blood and mud at this time, and countless true immortal powers were tumbling painfully in the mud. And the ruthless Gangfeng, which has been hard for thousands of years, seems to have been stained with human emotions by too much immortal blood, and the whistling sound is like heaven and earth whimpering.

Only then did the voice of narration sound in my ears.

"In the last years of the old immortal calendar, the catastrophe descended into the world, the lives were devastated, and civilization was in danger."

In a single sentence, the picture is pulled up again, breaking through the Gangfeng layer and coming to the distant moon.

Countless immortals watched with concern on the jade plate-like moon surface as the vast land of Kyushu was gradually reduced to a wasteland, and the two worlds, which were once isolated and orderly from each other, merged together in an extremely ugly way, but seemed to refuse to leave a way for either side to survive.

All living beings, in the sunken wasteland, are just struggling to survive.

Because if you don't struggle with all your might, you will die.

The immortals on the moon built the Guanghan Immortal Palace, thinking that they could transcend, but they inevitably turned into a fairy withered forest in the end. The creatures on the ground are even more dead, and the inheritance of 10,000 years will be completely cut off in an instant.

The pictures in the mirage are naturally processed the day after tomorrow, except for the terrifying silence at the beginning, the later pictures are mostly evasive and virtual, and do not excessively present the bloody and poignant scenes of the end times.

But the heavy weight of the catastrophe that came fell on everyone's heart in an instant.

Including Wang Luo.

For today's people, Wang Luo, as an ancient monk, is naturally a first-hand witness of the Heavenly Tribulation. But Wang Luo himself actually doesn't have any memory of the catastrophe, and all his cognition of the end of the world only comes from the comments of later generations, and now he can't help but palpitate when he witnesses the restoration of the scene of the year.

It wasn't until later, with the narration in the mirage telling the history of the fall of Kyushu, that the picture gradually passed by many bloody and tragic scenes in a big way, and shifted the focus to the real beginning of the story, that is, the chapter in which the Venerable Lord Lu Zhiyao led a group of fathers to gradually stabilize their foothold and launch a counterattack under the impact of the famine.

It was from here that the sense of immersion finally became alienated. Because Lu Zhiyao in the mirage is not Lu Zhiyao after all, she is just a Ning Yi with superb acting skills and extra hard work. Compared with the real senior sister, even if Ning Yi does her best to substitute for the role, and has the blessing of thousands of special effects of mirages, she still lacks some charm. And Yi Qing, who plays the Taiqing Holy Maiden, has a temperament that is indeed more suitable, but it is only more suitable.

It was also from here that Wang Luo realized that the mirage was just a mirage, or even just a commercial production that the Xianmeng relied on to guide people's hearts to frenzy. The shocking picture at the beginning is just an embellishment for a special purpose.

It's just that although it is an embellishment, it is really ...... With bitter hatred.

(End of chapter)