The golden light of this master candle fell on the top of Jiedayu's head, and after a short period of stagnation, her appearance changed drastically, and Yang Wenjun's eyes began to widen, revealing a frightened expression.

From a cold and beautiful woman, the big fish has become a thin, gloomy old man, whose eyes are small, like a sesame seed floating in the whites of his huge eyes, and the bones of his hands are slender like dead branches.

Although the body is small, the aura is compelling and terrifying.

Even Xifu, who was outside the illusion realm, felt a huge pressure, not to mention Yang Wenjun in the illusion realm.

Yang Wenjun's legs trembled, his lips trembled, and he forced himself to calm down, "Old, old thing, the god map is in hand, I have it in the world, don't think I'm afraid that you won't be ......" Before he finished speaking, he realized something, "This, this is the bureau set up by your old man, then this sleepy god map is not real!" Yang Wenjun fell to the ground with a plop of a thud: "Master, it's all because the disciple is lustful for a while, and he couldn't withstand the temptation of revealing the slut, so he did something stupid, you old man has a lot of adults, you just let me go!" After saying that, he kowtowed, and the bamboo raft staggered.

"Haha, this sheep demon really changes his face faster than turning a book, he was still an enemy who didn't share the sky just now, how did he become a master and an old man in a blink of an eye, just now he was kind and loving, and in a blink of an eye, he pushed everything on his senior sister, what an out-and-out villain!"

"The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, I think this is worth learning, just don't be like this sheep demon without a low line!" Xifu commented.

Lan Yan was stunned after hearing this, but after a while, he also nodded in agreement, in this sinister cultivation world, if the character is too rigid and ignorant of current affairs, it will inevitably be easy to break, but if it is too bottomless, it will definitely be indignant for the world, and it will be difficult to live for a long time.

The conversation continues, and so does the story in the fantasy.

"Haha, my good apprentice, for your sake, I will make your death easier!" the old man said, and as soon as he stretched out his hand towards the scroll, Yang Wenjun felt that the scroll in his hand was like life, and he struggled to escape. "Could it be that this picture scroll is real?!" Yang Wenjun said hesitantly.

"That's right, this is my father's Yuan Refining with my mother's life, only the inheritance of my clan's martial arts can be used, but only my clan's bloodline can be recalled, and this Sleepy God Diagram has the ability to recognize the Lord, and it is impossible to attack people with my clan's bloodline!" Before the old man finished speaking, the Sleepy God Diagram had returned to the old man's tree-like hands.

The old man said in his mouth: "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan" At the same time, he threw the picture scroll into the air, and the ancient picture scroll grew when he saw the wind, and after a while, it became a boundless world, sucking Yang Wenjun into it.

Appreciating the world in the picture scroll through the illusion is like enjoying the performance of another small stage built on the stage, this feeling is very peculiar, but it has a unique sense of beauty, there is a world in the world, and there is infinity in the infinity.

At this time, the picture scroll is a tranquil pastoral scenery, a long fence wall, leaning against the fence wall is a cluster of golden chrysanthemums, the distant sky has a round of blood-like remnant sun, under the remnant sun, is a faint distant mountain, in Xifu seems to be very quiet, but the picture scroll of Yang Wenjun is frightened inexplicably.

It turned out that the roots of the chrysanthemum were growing, growing very fast, and in a blink of an eye, they entangled Yang Wenjun's feet, making him unable to move, and he instinctively opened his mouth and shouted, "Master spare life, master spare life!"

Suddenly, a huge golden chrysanthemum flew up and flew into his mouth, blocking him from screaming anymore, even if there was blood in his throat, he couldn't make a sound. Then something even more terrifying happened.

Those distant mountains with a faint distance are getting taller and taller, more and more solid, and more and more those mountains are moving, moving towards Yang Wenjun! It is obvious that those mountains will crush him, crush him to pieces, not even crush his bones, but crush into nothingness.

Yang Wenjun screamed in horror, although he couldn't make a sound, blood was shouted in his throat, and blood was flowing in his eyes, he still kept struggling, and even Lan Yan couldn't bear to look at it.

At the same time, in reality, Yang Wenjun behaved exactly the same as in the phantom bomb, and blood also came out of the corners of his eyes and throat. This is the magic of the illusion of the teacher, and everything experienced in the illusion will become a reality. If you die in fantasy, you will die in reality.

The "Nanshan" in the fantasy finally fell, crushing the Yang Wenjun in the fantasy to the point that there were no bones, and there was not even a faint trace of blood...... It was a terrible death.

And the death of Yang Wenjun in reality is even more weird: the whole body seems to have been suddenly pressed by something transparent, the bones are cracked one after another, the whole body is full of cracks, and there are blood marks flowing out, and then the body is broken inch by inch, the sound is hairy, and the flesh and blood seem to have been ground by a huge transparent stone mill, and the grinding completely disappeared into the air, and finally the ground was clean, leaving nothing.

Xifu was extremely shocked when she witnessed such a miserable scene for the first time, but she did not regret it, Yang Wenjun was innocent of death, and people like him deserved such punishment.

Lan Yan didn't finish watching the whole process at all, it was too terrifying for her.

Even Baozi was so frightened that he hid in the arms of Xifu, not daring to watch the process of Yang Wenjun's disappearance, but at the same time he couldn't help but be curious, peeking from between his claws, just like modern people watching horror movies, they want to watch it and are afraid to watch it, and the more they are afraid to watch it, the more they want to watch it.

At the moment when Yang Wenjun disappeared, the illusion above his head disappeared.

But there was a crack in the ground where his body disappeared, and when Xifu got closer, the crack was not deep, but two or three fingers deep, and there was an ancient painting scroll inside, "Sleepy God Map!" Xifu shouted in surprise, it was not broken, I thought it was damaged in the Baozi Tianlei counterattack, but I didn't expect it to have disappeared yet.

Xifu got it up from the crack in the ground, but there were some small scars on it, and the whole thing was not damaged, and she could still sense powerful energy fluctuations from it. Xifu tried to open the scroll, but he couldn't at all, it seems that what the master said in Yang Wenjun's fantasy realm is not a lie, this sleepy god map can only be used by its bloodline.

This sleepy god map is really chicken, although it is very useful, but you can't use it, such a heavy treasure, throw it and be reluctant, use it and can't use it. Xifu had to put it in the storage ring for the time being, maybe it will be used in the future!

"Alright, let's continue to look for the cornerstone of faith!" said Xifu opened the map, according to the map drawn, there should be a large stone in front of him, but at this time, there is a white expanse in front of him, and there is nothing.

Xifu took out a handful of green powder from his pocket, which was a gift from the mountain god Mu Zhu, and threw it into the air, the white smoke in front of him quickly dissipated, and a square boulder appeared in front of him, which was larger than the entire site of the Berauyi School. Boxy, like artificially cut into the box, although not high, but extremely steep, for ordinary people, I am afraid that it is impossible to reach the top of the Jedi.