The little white fox used a trick to play with these women, but it couldn't change the embarrassing situation that Lei Luo had nothing to do.

Because none of these women are alive, and they are ghosts and ghosts with invisible bodies, and they don't eat their own air fists.

In fact, the ghosts and ghosts will be restrained by the monks' Taoism, and even some sword cultivators who like to kill can also use their sword qi to strangle ghosts.

But after someone lost his memory, he seemed to have forgotten that he had been a half-sword cultivator, and his sword qi supernatural powers had also forgotten it cleanly.

Lei Luo didn't have the means to deal with the ghosts, or he forgot the supernatural powers that he relied on the most to deal with the ghosts.

I saw that the women around me were all holding various musical instruments, and began to manipulate these instruments to play exciting music.

However, although the rhythm is beautiful, there is a hidden murderous intent in the score, and countless flying swords, flying knives, long ges and spears are flying out along with the rhythm.

The crisp sound of "clanging" sounded.

This time, the women around them were surprised, because they turned the rhythm into a means of attack, and they couldn't even break through the flesh of the man in front of them.

More than a dozen colorless flying knives stabbed at Lei Luo's back, but there was only a crisp sound of fighting, splashing several sparks, and cutting at most a few corners of their clothes, this was the power of their magical powers.

"This person is the body refiner that Commander Jin said, ordinary attacks are ineffective against his physical body, change the soul attack!" a woman reminded.

This time, the surrounding women changed the repertoire, from the original passionate and murderous tune to a melodious and beautiful sound.

Lei Luo knew that he had to rely on his physical defense to be strong enough to support it for so long, but he didn't have any means of divine soul defense, so he had to retreat.

His figure quickly retreated, and the moment the music sounded, he rushed to the entrance of this square pavilion, and he actually planned to retreat.

However, his behavior was seen by the women, and they sneered, as if they were not worried that the other party would run away.

Sure enough, when Lei Luo rushed to the entrance, he felt an invisible barrier in front of him.

He raised his hand to touch the barrier, and he felt a thin film in front of him, which he couldn't see but touch, and there was no way to break through it.

This is his most ineffective defensive prohibition, the soft membrane has the power to drain power, not a prohibition that can be broken by brute force such as a hard barrier.

Then, Lei Luo heard a dreamlike sound in his ears, and then his whole body began to be groggy, and he closed his eyes in a daze.

With a "plop", he was affected by the instruments played by the women around him, and fell into a fantasy again, and his body fell to the ground at the same time.

In the midst of a fantasy.

Lei Luo's face showed a hint of confusion, because he was on top of a white jade corridor, and on both sides of the corridor were countless white-clothed women throwing flattering glances at him.

He looked around, knowing very well that this was an illusion and that the women around him were not alive.

But the demeanor of these women is vivid, coupled with the surrounding environment, etc., which makes these women look dreamlike and have a hazy beauty.

Each of these women is a ten-year-old immature appearance, all of them are abnormally beautiful, full of youthful vitality, twisting their soft and slender waists, and chuckling at Lei Luo.

Their eyes were full of affection, as if the man in front of them was a handsome man who made them fall in love with him.

But someone is very self-aware of his appearance, he is by no means a beautiful man, and he can't beat the kind of level that makes unfamiliar women fall in love at first sight.

At this moment, there was a lingering and soft sound around him, and with the demeanor and movements of the surrounding women, even a hard-hearted person would probably melt.

Lei Luo looked at the women around him, showing a look of confusion, and then he really ignored the women around him, and walked towards the end of the white jade corridor with no edge in sight.

This behavior made all the women around look sad, as if they had been let down by the negative man.

For a moment, this feeling made Lei Luo feel that he had become the heartbreaking negative person, and the sad appearance of those women made people feel heartache and pity when they saw it.

"It's really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it!"

Lei Luo shook his head, ignoring the grievances of the women around him, and walked forward decisively without turning his head.

His appearance made the women around him fall into a daze, as if his tenderness had no effect on the man in front of him.

The surrounding scene changed again, and this time the women who appeared were all beautiful young women in their early twenties, and they were scratching their heads on both sides, posing one by one to make people rise in the flames, revealing their soft and boneless delicate bodies in the eyes of the people in front of them.

But Lei Luo only shook his head secretly, and then ignored the demeanor and movements of the women around him, and continued to hurry.

As for why he was able to ignore these delicate scenes that made ordinary men lose their minds at a glance, it was because of blood.

There was no fresh breath of blood coming from the women around him, and his nose could clearly feel that these women were not alive.

No matter how charming their appearance is, their demeanor and movements are no different from real people, but the other party has no fresh qi and blood in his body, how can he have lustful intentions for some illusions or pink skeletons.

Not only that, but when faced with these fantasies, a faint white soft light was also revealed in Lei Luo's body.

This soft light is like a part of its body, and every time these fantasies appear in front of it, it can isolate those distracting thoughts that invade the sea of consciousness and keep the spiritual platform clear.

Beyond the Illusion.

Looking at the man who fell to the ground in front of him, the women around him showed a trace of unwillingness.

Because the illusion magic power cast by himself and others didn't have much impact on it, and the soft white light protected the other party's Lingtai and Zhihai.

Waves of sound came from the air into Lei Luo's mind, and a burst of white soft light lit up in his spiritual platform, and that sound wave was actually bounced away by this force.

"This is, the righteousness of Confucianism, is this person a Confucian monk!" a woman saw the root of that power, so she covered her mouth and exclaimed.

It was this heroic righteousness that enabled Lei Luo to ignore the illusion, keep his mind, and persist in the illusion for so long.

When he studied those poems and books of unknown origin, he actually learned the supernatural powers that only Confucian sages could cultivate, but he himself did not know about this matter.

"It's hard to do this time, Confucian supernatural powers already have suppression and restraint on ghosts and illusions like us, and psychedelic music scores are difficult to play a role in this person!" said a woman with a look of embarrassment.

Just as they were worried, a melodious piano sounded.

I saw that on this square pavilion, several women wearing palace clothes and skirts slowly fell, and the most eye-catching was naturally the woman in white who was holding a guqin and had a soft temperament.

As soon as this woman appeared, all the women around saluted her, even if they were playing music to confuse Lei Luo's mind at the moment, they also saluted the woman sideways.

"Tell the pianist, this person has the heroic righteousness of Confucianism, and we can't confuse his mind!" A woman in Tsing Yi holding a jade flute flew closer, and then said respectfully.

After hearing the four big words "Haoran Righteousness", the women who had just come here all looked surprised, obviously knowing the ability of this supernatural power.

"Fortunately, over the years, I have dealt with the book immortals of Tianshuzhai many times, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to take this kid today!" said the violinist.

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand to hold the guqin beside her, and her jade fingers gently plucked the strings, and the rhythm popped out.

Then all the women around understood it, and the tune changed, from the original melodious repertoire to a passionate song that seemed to be fought and attacked by thousands of troops and horses in front of them.

"The Confucian master speaks of peace, and we will use this song of attack and killing to confuse his mind, stimulate the desire to kill in this person's body, and make him go mad!" the violinist chuckled.

After hearing this, the surrounding women all nodded their heads, and the passionate song was played.

On the ground, Lei Luo, who had been lying quietly on the ground, frowned because the tune around him had changed.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then gradually became solemn as the tunes around him played, and finally there was even a hideous madness of gnashing his teeth.

A trace of blood-colored mist escaped from his body, and because of the appearance of blood-colored mist, he slowly climbed up, and slowly raised his feet towards the center of the first floor.

The women around all thought that their magical powers had an effect, and the person in front of them was about to go crazy, so they played harder.

"What's this palpitating feeling?" the luthier's eyes rolled, as if sensing something was wrong.

In Lei Luo's body, among the four primordial infants who were originally sitting cross-legged and pranayama, the main primordial infant was covered with blood-colored lines, and this stripe was like a chain that wound it in the center.

But just now, with the appearance of these tracks and melodies, the chains seemed to come to life.

On the back of the main primordial infant, the blood-colored lines began to squirm, and slowly outlined blood-red strokes.

These blood-colored lines actually want to carve two big characters on the back of the main Yuanying, and half of the strokes have been outlined at this moment, but unfortunately the handwriting is scribbled and blurred, making it impossible to see what the words are.

The blood-colored lines stopped wriggling, but the main Yuanying's originally closed eyes opened violently, and a pair of bloody eyes bloomed with a strange red glow.

The blood-colored mist on Lei Luo's back surged, and the blood-colored lines also spread to his back, and several strokes were also outlined.

It's a pity that he, like the Yuan Ying in his body, only outlines a small half of the radicals of two big characters on his back, and he can't get a glimpse of the whole picture.

His eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly, and a blood-colored aura gushed out like a volcanic eruption around him.

"Ahh

The women around didn't expect such a thing, and when the evil qi appeared, their bodies were all blasted out under the impact of this evil qi.

The entire pavilion seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and all the musical instruments around it were swept up in the air waves, and even the pavilion creaked under the pressure of this wind and waves.

The blood-colored evil qi came and went quickly, but when the evil qi disappeared, all the surrounding women looked terrified, and at the same time looked at the figure in the center covered in the blood-colored mist.

The surrounding tracks stopped instantly, but Lei Luo's eyes were still blood-red, and the inside of his hand was full of thick blood-colored mist, as if it was wrapped around him.

"Evil spirit, how can it be, how can a Confucian monk have such a bad spirit!" The violinist was also lying on the ground at this moment, but his apricot eyes were round, and his tone was also trembling.

The concentration and amount of evil qi around the person in front of her has exceeded her tens of thousands of years of cognition, if it weren't for the other party's breath and still like a human race, she would have thought that the other party was the legendary demon who slaughtered the city and exterminated the clan.

Lei Luo's face was hideous at the moment, and he combined his right hand to hold the claw and used a tiger claw attack to the side.

I saw a blood-colored tiger claw flying out of the air, and the target was the woman next to her who thought she was holding a pipa.

The woman who was attacked looked frightened, but her body seemed to be imprisoned, no matter how she used the mana in her body, it was useless, and she could only watch the blood-colored tiger claw get closer and closer.

The woman let out a scream, and her body was hit by the tiger's claws in an instant.

"No!" The woman's figure collapsed under the tiger's claws, and a large amount of netherworld power escaped, but the women around her didn't have the strength to care about it.

They all looked at the figure in the center with a frightened look at the moment at this moment, because the magic power that the other party was using at this moment was the most restraining ghost power.