The wind gusted in the midst of the Wiccan Jedi, and the blue-gray mist swirled with whimpering.

Other than that, there was no other sound, but it seemed eeriely silent, because the never-ending whimpering sound at the moment was not so harsh and poignant.

Like a call from the depths of the soul, awakening the long-dormant desire in people's hearts, the feeling is like a dream, and the ogre powerhouse feels light at this time, much more comfortable than drunk.

Lin Feng had also fallen into this kind of illusion, but he had been attacked once by the illusion of the monk Dugu Ning ten thousand years ago in the Forbidden Land Demon Cave, and now he can be regarded as having some immunity.

There was a chuckle in his heart, it was an instinctive throbbing of the heart, and a trace of clarity flashed in Lin Feng's mind.

"I can't indulge in it, I have to be determined and keep my heart. Lin Feng let out an unwilling roar in his heart.

At this moment, Lin Feng was like being in a quagmire swamp, and the boundless restraint came from a mysterious energy that made it difficult for Lin Feng to resist.

"How can I be confused in such a small place and fall here! It must not be like this, I have a lot of things to do......" Lin Feng's thoughts were chaotic, and he kept repeating his thoughts in the bottom of his heart almost instinctively.

Perhaps this is his obsession since he practiced, the belief that in order to become a peerless powerhouse, he is indomitable and brave.

It can be said that the current Lin Feng was affected by the illusion guided by the strange whimpering sound, and his consciousness was very vague, and he no longer knew where he was.

The confusion in my mind was like a chaotic blankness, just like a barren field overgrown with weeds, as if the strange sound of whimpering echoes was the absolute sound between heaven and earth.

"A man is born in the world, and when he is free with a sword, who can stop me?"

"Although the path of cultivation is full of thorns, I never give up. Because how big the heart is, how big is the world......"

The long-lost oath in Lin Feng's heart appeared in his heart over and over again, washing away the illusion in Chaos' mind like a torrential rain.

Faith is like a flower on the other side, even if it can't be picked, it has always been alive in the heart.

"Boom" There was a roar in his head, like a spring thunder.

Lin Feng woke up like a dream, his eyes regained his clarity, and what he saw was still a deep valley of shadows, a multitude of withered shrubs, and rotten bones everywhere.

"Lin boy, I just sent a soul message to you, calling you many times, but you didn't respond, I thought you were finished!" The voice of the remnant soul Dugu Ning sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

Her remnant soul resided in Lin Feng's mind, if Lin Feng really fell here, she would not be able to cultivate any longer, and she would have to be trapped in this deep valley.

"Really, but I didn't hear your call at all, and I survived. Lin Feng found that a lot of cold sweat was flowing down his back, it was really dangerous just now.

Lin Feng looked back and saw that the good brother ogre powerhouse was like a walking corpse, staggering forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Feng felt that if he fell into a powerful illusion, he would be involuntarily unable to resist. However, if it is awakened by external forces, it should require a huge energy shock, and shouting with sound alone will not be effective.

"Buzz~"

The turquoise qi surged out, pouring into the dragon slaying sword, and the sword qi roared like a strange sound.

Lin Feng turned around and swung his sword, slapping the ogre powerhouse on the shoulder with the blade of the sword, and there was a clear sound of bones shattering, and the ogre powerhouse was shocked by this powerful sword and his shoulder bone was broken, and he fell to the ground crookedly.

The long pain is better than the short pain, the remaining momentum of the dragon slaying sword has not decreased, and three swords in a row have been shot, and the injuries on the ogre powerhouse are shocking, but they finally woke him up from the illusion.

The ogre powerhouse rubbed his eyes, and soon understood what was going on, and sighed: "Brother Feng, can't you start lightly? If I increase my strength a little more, I'll be done playing." ”

"You guy, don't pretend, the body of the ogre clan is much stronger than our human monks. If I don't focus on it, how can I wake you up from the illusion?" Lin Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw his brother come to his senses.

The strange whimpering sounds that filled the valley became more and more frequent, and the nerves were more numbing than the ghostly screams.

The ogre powerhouse dealt with the injury, and his gaze gradually began to drift again, a bit like rolling his eyes.

"Brother, cheer up, don't fall into illusion again. Lin Feng pressed his shoulders and shook violently, but the effect was not obvious.

At this point, what else to talk about fighting side by side, the ogre powerhouse is suitable for fighting head-on with enemies or monsters, and it is normal to not be able to resist such a strange illusion.

Lin Feng immediately flipped over and took out the soul contract scroll from the storage bag, and then quickly put the ogre powerhouse into it.

"Brother, if you die because of me, then how can I be happy in my heart?" Lin Feng sighed, shook the dragon sword in his hand, and the sharp sword light swirled out, like a tornado blasting away the bones on the road sixty zhang in front of him.

Then, Lin Feng continued to move forward with firm steps, concentrating on the clarity of his heart.

This kind of illusion guided by a strange voice is slower than the illusion formed by the remnant soul Dugu Ning at the beginning, but when people fall into the illusion, it is even more difficult to extricate themselves.

Fortunately, after learning the lesson, Lin Feng tried his best to keep his heart, and the weird whimpering sound was difficult to guide him into the illusion.

At the corner of the mountain road, the ground was no longer the black-brown earth, but paved with irregular stone slabs as dark red as blood, extending into the depths of the mist.

"Lin boy, based on my 10,000-year experience, it seems that it is better for you to return the same way. Ahead should be the most central area of the Wiccan Jedi, and the danger level should be far greater than that outside. The remnant soul Dugu Ning said in Lin Feng's mind.

"Thank you seniors for reminding me, but I have already made a choice, just like the dragon slaying sword I cultivated, I am indomitable, and the brave are fearless!" Lin Feng didn't care so much, and walked directly into the mist on the dark red stone path.

The core area of the Wu Jedi is very different from where it was just now, it is as dark as the middle of the night, the sky is full of black clouds and low pressure, and the lingering shadow seems to have existed from ancient times to the present, so thick that it makes people feel that it is difficult to breathe.

The trees around them are withered and thin, with strange postures, as if they are all demons from hell, and they will inadvertently turn into vicious things and pounce on them.

Lin Feng was still very calm, his Gang Qi shield was tightly guarded outside his body, and the clear blue light of the dragon slaying sword in his hand illuminated the road ahead.

There was a small river in front of it, and the water was dark and flowing, and I didn't know where it ended.

Lin Feng stopped and stopped, not because the Heishui River was too wide, but because the scene on the other side was even more eerie.

But seeing that the valley was shrouded in darkness, the mist was shrouded, and with the brilliance of the dragon sword, you could vaguely see that on a huge altar with a radius of fifty zhang, there were many figures, but these figures did not make any sound, only heard the sound of the cold wind, and felt desolate.

Lin Feng thought about it and remained calm, crouching by the Heishui River, staring at what was happening on the huge altar on the opposite bank.

After some careful observation, Lin Feng came to the conclusion that these figures that were densely gathered on the altar were actually illusions, perhaps left over from ancient times.

But I saw that these figures were all wearing the same gray and black robes, and their whole bodies were shrouded in them, and they all sat cross-legged, looking quite solemn.

In the middle of the altar, a tall and thin priest wearing a red demon mask was holding a vanilla bowl, and he was silently reciting obscure and ancient incantations, but still did not make a sound.

Lin Feng waited patiently for a long time, and when the priest finished reciting the incantation, he turned his hand back, and at this moment, two shirtless men brought up a bound woman and tied it to the stone pillar of the altar.

Although Lin Feng's eyesight is excellent, for some reason, he can't see the faces of these phantom figures clearly, and can only look at their outlines, which are both illusory and full of a cool and strange feeling.

The scene after that made Lin Feng unbearable to look at it directly, of course, the figure on the altar was killed as a sacrifice to the woman.

Then all the black-robed people, including the priest with the mask of the crimson demon, knelt on the ground, looking extremely reverent.

Lin Feng waited patiently, for about two hours, these figures gradually dissipated, and only an empty huge altar was left behind.

"There must be some mystery there, and I'll go and see it. Lin Feng jumped and reached the other side of the Heishui River, his figure flickering, and he approached the altar.