"Senior Brother Xu, I don't know who went in just now?" Murong Yu smiled quietly, didn't say a few polite words, and asked Xu Shan directly.

When Xu Shan heard this, he said respectfully: "Senior Sister Hui, this person's name is Niu Daring, he joined my Yunmeng Sect half a month ago, and was officially appointed as a small worship by Liu Lao the day before yesterday, and then yesterday he killed Mo Dao with his own hands, and the junior brother thought that this person was even better than Mo Dao's talent, so he thought about extraditing him to the inner gate of Yunmeng." ”

"Oh, in just half a month, from Fengxin to Xiaofeng, and now, it seems that this cow is bold and a little interesting. A look of curiosity crossed Murong Yu's soft eyes,

Xu Shan Yuguang saw the curiosity in Murong Yurou's eyes, and his heart was cold, as far as he understood, as long as Murong Yurou was curious about someone, then it meant that the other party would face the attacks of Murong Yurou's countless suitors.

And this kind of attack is strange, it may be that you were disturbed when you were cultivating, or it may be that you were violently beaten by several big men when you were walking halfway, anyway, as long as you are targeted by Murong Yurou, none of them will end well, so he can only apologize to Mo Xie in his heart: Brother Bold can't help it, and he has no choice but to expose you as a brother.

Just when Xu Shan felt sad for the ink evil in the future, the ink evil was also facing a test at this moment.

He stood in the dark attic, and his heart suddenly tightened for no reason, and then a looming snooping power spread throughout his body, as if someone was secretly observing him.

Then the air around him suddenly twisted, and then it turned into a familiar sight to him.

"Illusion?"

Mo Xie stood on the street, looking at the familiar shops and pedestrians on both sides of the streets of Huofeng City, and his heart instantly knew where this place was.

Because he is too familiar with the illusion, although he is not a master who has been immersed in the illusion for many years, he has also encountered various illusions in his career, and he has some resistance to it.

Moreover, his Evil Wheel Moon also has the ability to create illusions, and if he does it properly, he can rely on the Ability of the Evil Wheel Moon to create illusions to counterattack the other party.

However, Mo Xie would not do such a stupid thing, he knew that his every move in the illusion was in the eyes of those elders, once there was any abnormality, let alone becoming an inner disciple, he might even have to hand over his own life to someone else.

"This illusion is very similar to the Evil Wheel Moon, it is all formed from the memories of the person who entered the illusion, but fortunately I noticed it in time. ”

After a few glances, Mo Xie saw through what type of illusion he was in, and he couldn't help but be glad that he reacted quickly, and controlled his emotions in time to see the scene, and controlled the Dao Heart.

Otherwise, once he didn't control his emotions and Dao heart, then in the next illusion, there would definitely be memories and characters that he was most unwilling to face.

At that time, unless he is willing to use the darkness to tamper with the memories of those people, the revelation of his identity will be a foregone conclusion, after all, his identity Yunmeng can be said to be clear, and there is absolutely no luck.

There are generally two types of illusions.

The first is to psychedelize the other party's mind, pulling the other party into a full-body illusion and being endlessly tortured, this method is generally based on the fact that the soul and spirit of the caster are stronger than the other party, which is a very common illusion in the world of cultivating immortals.

And the second is to let the other party unconsciously enter the formation, in this process, the illusion will evolve according to the shallow memory of the entrant, if the entrant is not awake at the first time, then the illusion will gradually open the mind of the entrant.

In the end, the scene that the entrants were most unwilling to face was revealed, causing their Dao heart to collapse.

Mo Xie was also alerted by the prying eyes of the power of illusion, otherwise he would really be in the way, after all, who would have thought that he would encounter such a scene just by meeting in person.

"Since you want to see it, then I'll give you a full show. Mo Xie smiled coldly in his heart, and then pretended to be defenseless and walked down the streets of Huofeng City.

"It's... Here it is... How did I come back...."

Mo Xie's face showed just the right amount of surprise and thought, and at the same time, as he advanced, he unconsciously walked to a very remote and dirty alley in Fire Maple City.

He had been here on the way to the mission, and he remembered it very deeply, because in the course of the mission, he had seen for the first time what kind of status the cultivators had in the world of cultivating immortals.

It's really for a piece of spirit stone to fight to the death.

Maybe some people here will say, why don't you rely on your own hands to earn spirit stones, why do you want to grab them?

For these problems, in fact, it is different from reality, this is a world of the jungle, weak is the original sin, weak is the lowest level in life, and it can even be said that it is ants, and giants will trample to death if they are not careful.

Loose cultivation is just a plaything used by the strong to relieve boredom, and there are only a few casual cultivations that can spell out a future, but this is all based on their own talent, brain, and decisiveness, and not everyone has this capital and courage.

When Mo Xie walked to the alley, he froze in place as if he had been immobilized by a spell, his eyes staring straight at a corner of the alley, his eyes full of complexity, as if he was recalling an unbearable experience.

It's been a long time.

Mo Xie walked to the corner, squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the hollow in the ground of the corner, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a tenderness and affection that did not match his character.

"I didn't expect that I would come back here one day. With that, two crystal tears crossed his cheeks and fell to the ground, clearly audible in the incomparably silent alley.

Thump!

Mo Xie sat on the sunken ground with his buttocks, but his current physique was too big, how could that small depression withstand his size, and after his butt came down, he directly covered all the depressions.

And just as he wanted to curl up to block the cold in the alley as before, Mo Xie suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly counted the dirty bricks on the ground with his hands.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven....."

When Mo Xie counted to the seventh, his hand suddenly stopped, and then he grabbed the seventh floor tile directly with his hand.

"Hehe, I didn't lose it, I didn't lose it. ”

Mo Xie picked up something wrapped in an unknown object under the floor tiles, and then carefully opened it, and took out a yellowed piece of paper inside.

The paper wasn't a peerless technique, nor was it a powerful supernatural power, it was just a piece of paper with a crude drawing.

It depicts a crooked house, smoke blowing from the chimney, a stream running through the whole picture with ink, and three small people sitting in front of the fence.

"Mother..."

When Mo Xie saw the woman in the painting, his voice was choked, his tears could no longer be controlled, and his burly and strong back trembled.

But when he turned his eyes to the man in the painting, his sad gaze instantly turned into an indissoluble hatred, and he said to himself in a low voice, full of murderous intent:

"You should die, you really should die, if it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have died, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point, if it weren't for you, this family wouldn't have become what it is now, everything is because of you!"

Although this alley is a memory created by Mo Xie using the darkness out of thin air, the humble picture really exists, but it is not here, but he drew it with his own blood blindness in the Mo family dungeon.

And at this moment, his change of sadness and hatred is also from the heart, in fact, Mo Xie originally planned to mix this memory with his own memory, and it became a look that is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

At the same time, he also thinks that he doesn't have the unforgettable hatred for ink punishment that he once had, but this is obviously Mo Xie overestimating himself.

Meanwhile.

In the deepest part of this attic, a water ball with the shadow of the ink demon was floating in the air, and the dark blue light barely illuminated the surrounding scene, but it was very vague, and only three black shadows could be barely seen around the water ball in a triangle.

"It seems that although this cow is bold and rude, he is also a hard-working man. Elder Mengtai looked at the ink evil in the water balloon, his expression was complicated, obviously he was touched by the performance of the ink evil.

"Elder Mengtai, the Afterlife Sect has always been able to act, and now is not the time to be emotional. Elder Mengtian said lightly.

"Emotional? I don't think that if Niu Daring is a member of the Afterlife Sect, then the Afterlife Sect's hand is inevitably a little too big, I can't think of a reason for them to do this, what can we do under our noses in a mere Dao seed period?"

"Hmph! Those crazy people from the Afterlife Sect may really be able to do it, you don't have to be too naïve, at this critical juncture, you would rather kill 10,000 by mistake than let one go. Elder Yumeda said coldly.

"Since it is a critical juncture, we should even more absorb the geniuses who have fallen outside for the sect, not to mention that Niu Daying's talent and mind belong to the superior choice, and Mo Dao also died in his hands, Mengtian, do you think he is not as good as Mo Dao?" Elder Mengtai looked indifferent, but the tone of his voice was secretly aggressive.

"You!" Elder Mengtian was angry, and just as he wanted to refute, he was interrupted by Elder Mengyu on the side raising his hand, and then he was heard to say indifferently: "I agree with Elder Mengtai's opinion, Niu is bold, hehe, it seems that he is smarter than we imagined." ”

As soon as Elder Mengyu's words fell, he heard the voice of the ink evil coming from the water balloon.

"I don't know what you mean by this, but I still want to thank you for letting me go back to my hometown, thank you. ”

As soon as Mo Xie's voice came out, Mengtai and Mengtian both stopped arguing, and their eyes returned to the water balloon.