"There is one, an old legend! Once upon a time there was a man who picked up a conch and heard a sound in the conch, and the next day he died!"

This voice was entangled in Cheng Yun's heart and could not be dispersed for a long time.

Every time this voice sounded in Cheng Yun's ears, his heart was clouded with an extra layer of haze, and even gradually, his cultivation was slowly declining.

Five mangs, four mangs, three mangs Qiyuan Realm peak, Qiyuan Eight Realm, Qiyuan Seven Realm Qiyuan One Realm, in this voice, Cheng Yun's cultivation has reached the lowest place.

"The next day, he's dead, he's dead!"

Cheng Yun took the conch away from his ear and threw it into the sea again, but the sound still echoed in his ears.

At this moment, Cheng Yun's cultivation has disappeared, he is like an ordinary young man who has never cultivated, the spiritual power in his body has disappeared silently, but Cheng Yun has not paid attention to the changes in spiritual power, only the voice in the conch is lingering in his mind.

Cheng Yun looked around, in the extreme distance surrounded by the coastline, he saw a monk, that monk, Cheng Yun felt a touch of familiarity, he had seen this monk in the trial.

This monk is the same as Cheng Yun, his cultivation has fallen to the bottom, there is no trace of spiritual power in his body, he is holding a conch in his hand, and he is holding the conch to his ear, listening to the sound of the conch over and over again.

"No! I don't believe it! It's fake!

This monk had a single horn on his head, and that single horn emitted a dark light, and there was a trace of black qi entangled, although his spiritual power had dissipated, Cheng Yun could still feel that this single horn was extremely powerful.

The one-horned monk looked like a madman, his eyes were glazed, and his mouth kept muttering, "This is fake! His right hand held the conch tightly and pressed it to his ear, and the madness in his eyes grew stronger and thicker each time he listened to it.

"Fake! Fake!" the one-horned monk held the conch in his hand, gritted his teeth, and threw the conch into the distance.

The conch sank into the sea, and as it gradually became swallowed by the water, the sky on the side where the one-horned monk was located also changed.

It was originally a sunny day with a scorching sun, and the sun in the sky fell towards the west at an extremely terrifying speed, and in just a few breaths, the sun had disappeared.

Instead, there was a bright moon, and the bright moonlight swayed for only a moment, and in the far distance in the east, a red light lit up, which was a sign of the rising sun.

From the abandonment of the conch by the one-horned monk, to the rapid change of the sun and the moon, all this was done in a few breaths.

The one-horned monk's eyes were bloodshot, and he held his head and howled wildly, roaring at the slowly rising sun.

"There is an old legend that there was a monk who picked up a conch and the next day he died. ”

The conch abandoned by the one-horned monk reappeared around him, bringing countless afterimages around him, constantly surrounding the one-horned monk, and that voice sounded in the ears of the one-horned monk again.

The first rays of sunlight shone on the surface of the sea, and also on the body of the one-horned monk, and this ray of sunlight shone on the forehead of the one-horned monk, without a trace of warmth, only the cold breath of death.

In an instant, the one-horned monk had stopped howling and struggling, and he fell straight to the ground, his body cold, without a trace of life, obviously dead.

When the Hornhorn died, his body vanished, and the conch stopped circling and landed on the beach on the shore.

After a few breaths, a glimmer of light flashed, and another monk appeared on the beach.

The monk picked up the conch and put it to his ear, his eyes were a little dazed and hollow, until he heard the sound of the conch, he was awakened, and like the one-horned monk before him, he slowly became insane, until he experienced a sunrise and moon set, and was killed by a strange force.

Cheng Yun looked at the beach here, almost every half a pillar of incense, a monk would appear on the beach, and without exception, they all collapsed and died in the sound contained in the conch.

"Illusory state of mind, with illusion as the realm, the second level set by Yu Tiangang's predecessors is these illusions, the monks I have seen should all have not passed through this layer of illusions, as for the scene of their death, it must be a false scene. Cheng Yun looked at another dead monk, and he saw that under the monk's body, a secret teleportation formation lit up, teleporting the monk away.

"There is an old legend that there was a monk who picked up a conch and the next day he died. ”

Cheng Yun was thinking about it, and the sound of the conch kept echoing in his ears again.

"It's a wonderful spell supernatural power, the cultivation of Yu Tiangang's predecessors is really profound, just a sound can make me fall into an illusion, but this illusion can't escape my eyes!"

"Cheng's cultivation, every penny, is my hard work, and the illusion can't blind my eyes, let alone my heart!"

Cheng Yun's words fell, and his momentum increased in that moment, the first realm of Qiyuan, the second realm of Qiyuan, the four mangs, the five mangs, his monk recovered into the five mangs, and the spiritual power in his body was also running non-stop.

"The next day, he died! he died! he died.

In the sky, the scorching sun is moving towards the west very quickly, and in just a few breaths, the moon has replaced the scorching sun, and the space where Cheng Yun is located has spent half a day.

"I haven't heard of this legend, that legend, it doesn't exist. ”

A blank look appeared in Cheng Yun's eyes, the power of the deceptive true spirit enveloped his whole body, and the words in the conch changed.

"There was a monk who picked up the conch, and the next day, he died!"

When Cheng Yun heard this sentence, he smiled slightly, and waved towards the sea, and the conch that he had thrown into the sea before flew out of the sea.

"Who said it was a conch, it's a shell, not a conch. Cheng Yun picked up the conch, and as he spoke, the conch turned into a tiny scallop, no longer the previous conch.

This is the illusion set by Yu Tiangang, if the state of mind cultivation is not enough, it will sink into the illusion, and be affected by the words in the conch, and cannot extricate itself.

Cheng Yun's state of mind cultivation was enough to see through the illusion of this layer, and naturally he would not be confused by the words in the conch.

"Once upon a time, there was a monk, and the next day, he died!"

After the conch turned into a scallop, there was no longer a sound, but there was still a voice in Cheng Yun's ears, and this time the words changed again.

The bright moon in the sky quickly set and disappeared into the sky, and in the distance of the eastern sky, a red light appeared, representing that the next day was coming.

"The second day in my heart has not yet arrived, but it has arrived, so what's the matter?" Cheng Yun looked at the trace of red light, and the blank color in his eyes became even thicker, and the blank color rushed straight into the sky, running towards the blazing sun where the red light was.

The sun that was supposed to rise was still at this moment, and there was even a hint of it going away.

"My heart does not move, let thousands of flowers flow by, it is also in vain, this second day, will not come. In Cheng Yun's eyes, the power of the deceptive true spirit surged, and the red sun rose and looked at the west and retreated at this moment.

A trace of soft moonlight reappeared, this moonlight was the moonlight of the previous day, and soon after, this moonlight also slowly dissipated, and in the sky, a sun reappeared, which was the sun that Cheng Yun saw at the beginning.

"He's dead!"

Cheng Yun's ears sounded like this, and the scallops in his hand also disappeared, and only a force enveloped Cheng Yun.

This force, I don't know where it came from, I don't know where it came from, it was entangled with Cheng Yun, this was the power of death, and there was a strong death aura permeating it.

A sense of crisis surged in Cheng Yun's heart, this was the premonition of the power of the prophet's true spirit, this power could threaten Cheng Yun's life.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

After about half a pillar of incense, the voice in Cheng Yun's ears became urgent, and every breath would sound once.

And the power that enveloped Cheng Yun had slowly emerged, becoming clearer and clearer.

Cheng Yun felt this power, this power was the core of this illusion, and it was this power that the psychedelic monk had.

"Die!"

This power erupted in Cheng Yun's body, and Cheng Yun used his spiritual power, but found that he couldn't resist this force, and this power hit Cheng Yun's sea of consciousness directly.

After entering the sea of knowledge, this force swept through Cheng Yun's sea of knowledge like a storm, all of this was done between lightning and flint, and Cheng Yun was attacked before he even had time to resist.

Cheng Yun's body began to turn cold, and his aura slowly became weaker, as if he was really dead.

"Once upon a time, there was a monk who picked up a conch, and the next day, he died!"