Xiao Xiangzi didn't know how long he had been asleep, he felt pain all over his body, and gradually opened his eyes, and there was a white mist in front of him, and he couldn't see his five fingers. I was shocked: "Could it be that I have entered the Sumeru Illusion?"

He cautiously touched the ground with his hand, feeling that the place where he was standing was unusually smooth and cold, and he mustered up the courage to yell a few times: "Is there anyone?"

I couldn't hear a little echo, it seemed that this place was very empty, Xiao Xiangzi turned over and jumped up, walked for a long distance, his consciousness gradually cleared up, and remembered that before coming to this place, he saw a ring-shaped volcano, could it be that he inhaled the rumored black miasma? If this is the case, then I don't know if it is a blessing or a good, but I have to take a good look, this can make the body die, the soul is immortal Sumeru illusion is not as powerful as rumored.

After walking for a long time, every step he took, Xiao Xiangzi warned himself in his heart: "Everything is an illusion, everything is false!"

"Lord Xiaomeng, I've been waiting here for a long time!" Xiao Xiangzi didn't feel scared when he heard this voice at first, but later he found that this voice was a little familiar, and after thinking about it a little, he was shocked in his heart, it turned out to be the former head of the martial arts who had been dead for several months. Helplessly, the fog in front of him was so thick that he couldn't see a figure clearly.

Although Xiao Xiangzi believes in the way of heaven, he has always rejected the theory of ghosts and gods, so he never believes that people will become powerful ghosts to ask for their lives after death. This person has seen a lot, and he really doesn't know what a ghost looks like, but at this time, he really wants to see what a ghost looks like? Or is someone pretending to be a ghost? This is an illusion, even if there are powerful ghosts, I really don't believe what will happen to people! Xiao Xiangzi has always been very conceited, thinking that in the world, except for Jiaoyue who is barely qualified to be his enemy, that when he encounters a god, he kills the god and kills the demon!

Xiao Xiangzi walked in the direction where the sound came, walked for a quarter of an hour, the thick fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and suddenly it dawned on him, and a stone table and two stone benches appeared, and on one of the stone benches sat a Taoist who was making tea at the moment. A strong fragrance of tea wafted into Xiao Xiangzi's nose, it turned out to be a good Longjing, he was stunned in his heart, how could this illusion be so real? Yimei Daoist raised his head and smiled at him, laughing so that Xiao Xiangzi's heart felt a chill.

Yimei Dao stood up and made an inviting gesture.

"Lord Xiaomeng, please take a seat!"

Xiao Xiangzi raised his foot and just wanted to take a step, his eyes looked forward, a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead, only to see the white clouds fluttering under his feet, and when he looked carefully, he actually got a glimpse of the whole picture of Kunlun Mountain, and he was suspended in the air, for fear that if he took a step forward, he would fall into the abyss!

Yimei Daoist said again: "I can't imagine that the Xiao Alliance Master's shelf is getting bigger and bigger, and the poor Dao is sincerely invited, and I can't let the Xiao Alliance Master move a step?"

Xiao Xiangzi's heart was extremely weak, thinking that this was a phantom, where did he need to talk to him more, and just turned around and prepared to leave quickly. Unexpectedly, Yimei Daoren jumped up, came to Xiao Xiangzi, and stretched out his hand to block his way.

Xiao Xiangzi saw that the facial features of the Yimei Daoist were no different from usual, and he remembered that there was a mole on the left cheek of the Yimei Daoist, and when he looked closely, the mole was clearly visible. I was even more frightened, how could it be so real? I thought about it: this illusion was originally manifested according to my remaining memories, and only what was in my memory would be reflected very realistically. Ignore him and continue to move forward, but the smile on Yimeidao's face disappeared, and his gaze became a little cold.

"Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil; it's not that you don't repay it, the time has not yet come! Now is the time for you to repay your evil under the master of the Xiao Alliance!"

Xiao Xiangzi made up his mind in his heart, no matter what he said or did, he didn't pay attention to it, as long as his mind was not blinded, he had no choice after all. But suddenly he heard the wind coming from behind him, Xiao Xiangzi didn't look back, just continued to move forward when he didn't exist.

Xiao Xiangzi was hit by a palm from a Yimei Daoist, he was unsteady on his feet, took a few quick steps forward, unloaded his whole body strength, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The spit out of the mouthful of blood flew down into the sky, Xiao Xiangzi was infinitely frightened in his heart: "How is this possible? This is obviously an illusion, how can it hurt me?" Behind him, another palm wind came, with the experience of the previous car, Xiao Xiangzi could no longer turn a blind eye, turned around is a palm, and when the two palms were about to intersect, a eyebrow Taoist suddenly withdrew his hand, and the dust in his left hand rolled up. Xiao Xiangzi was terrified in his heart, and he wanted to hit with all his strength just now, thinking that as long as he was hit, no matter what kind of demon or monster you were, you would be crushed. Unexpectedly, there was a change in the middle of the way, and it was too late to stop, and his right hand was instantly swept by the dust.

A strange smile appeared on the face of the Yimei Daoren.

Xiao Xiangzi gathered his anger in the dantian, and hit with all his strength with his left hand that was not entangled by the dust, and the Yimei Daoist flashed sideways, avoiding this blow, who expected that Xiaoxiangzi's palm did not make him old, and he turned his palm into a claw halfway and probed upward, locking the throat of the Yimei Daoist in an instant.

"Hahaha, I can kill you once, then I can naturally kill you a second time!" Xiao Xiangzi shouted.

"Not necessarily!"

Yimei Daoist kicked out with his right foot, Xiao Xiangzi wanted to compare speed with him, as long as he kicked his hand before he kicked himself, twisted his neck, that Zidang could turn the danger into a disaster! But Xiao Xiangzi still underestimated the martial arts of Yimei Daoren, the use of this foot is deep in the essence of Wudang Taiji, with slow fighting, fast and static braking, it seems to be unfazed, but in fact it implies the galloping momentum of thousands of troops. Xiao Xiangzi hadn't broken the neck of the Yimei Daoist, but he was kicked first and quickly retreated.

Xiao Xiangzi's right hand has already been swept by the dust, a Mei Daoist pulled the dust in his right hand, Xiao Xiangzi had to follow, a Mei Dao man raised his right hand is a palm, and hit Xiao Xiangzi's chest firmly, and at the same time let go of the entangled dust, Xiao Xiangzi flew out like an arrow off the string.

Xiao Xiangzi staggered to his feet with his chest, his eyes were full of horror, not because the Yimei Daoist injured him, but because the two tricks that this phantom had just used turned out to be Wudang Buxue Taijiquan, the first kick is "strong and then attacked, the tiger catches the wolf", and the second palm is "the handle is uplifted, and the white crane shines its wings." ”

What the hell is going on? Isn't it what I think, this eyebrow Taoist is not a phantom, he knows Wudang's Tai Chi mental method, is he really a powerful ghost of Wudang's Yimei Daoist? But this ...... How is that possible?

"Xiao Xiangzi, you have no way to escape now, one life is worth one life! I said that it is not that you will not report it, the time has not yet come!"

Xiao Xiangzi crawled on the ground and fled into the distance, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, never so embarrassed, if this Sumeru illusion is an illusion, but how should this eyebrow Dao person explain?

Xiao Xiangzi ran into the distance as fast as he could, re-entered the fog, and regardless of whether there was something in front of him, he ran away, and finally exhausted his strength, feeling that his mouth was so thirsty that he couldn't stand and sat on the ground.

Suddenly, the same voice sounded in my ears again.

"Lord Xiaomeng, I've been waiting here for a long time!"

The fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and the same scene appeared: a person with an eyebrow was making tea. However, unlike just now, at this time, Yimei Daoist had already boiled the tea and filled the two teacups on the stone table.

Yimei Daoren still showed the same smile as just now, but the words he said were not the same as just now.

"Xiao Xiangzi, since you are here, how about tasting the tea boiled by Poor Dao?"

After fleeing in horror just now, Xiao Xiangzi was on fire in his throat at this time, and he really wanted to moisten his throat, but in the face of the invitation of the Yimei Daoist, looking at the Longjing tea that was slowly poured on the stone table, he had no desire to drink it at all.

Yimei Daoist didn't care much, held the tea and saluted the embarrassed Xiao Xiangzi on the ground, and took a small sip gently. With a satisfied look on his face, he praised in his mouth: "It's really a good cup of tea, doesn't the master of the Xiao Alliance give face?"

It was similar to this situation just now, Xiao Xiangzi refused his invitation and he did it, if he didn't agree to him at this time, I am afraid it would be the same fate as just now. Then this time I will follow his wishes, and take advantage of his inattention to shoot this thing that I don't know if it is a human or a ghost!

Xiao Xiangzi had palpitations about what had just happened, and he had no choice in the face of this seemingly inviting but actually threatening words, he got up from the ground and slowly approached the stone table, with each step, his heart beat several times, and when he sat down completely, the frequency of his heart beating had reached the limit of human beings.

Yimei Taoist saw Xiao Xiangzi sit down, and smiled again, this smile made Xiao Xiangzi's heart furious, this kind of laugh is the most terrifying laugh Xiao Xiangzi has ever seen, it is much more dangerous than the kind of laugh with a knife hidden in the smile, the drama is to ask for money, the merchant is to do things, and this eyebrow Taoist is to ask for his life with a smile!

Xiao Xiangzi picked up the teacup with trembling hands, and was too afraid in his heart, and a large part of the tea in the cup was sprinkled on the stone table. Yimei Daoist stretched out his hand to signal him to drink it, Xiao Xiangzi looked into the teacup, and the tea turned out to be a dazzling bright red, like blood. Xiao Xiangzi likes to drink tea, but I really don't know what varieties of tea in the world are red. A sudden thought occurred in my heart: "Is it blood?"

Xiao Xiangzi glanced at it, and found that the Yimei Daoist was motionless, looking at him with two eyes, and the moment their eyes met, he saw the right hand of the Yimei Daoist raised slightly, Xiao Xiangzi knew that this was the meaning of urging.

Xiao Xiangzi exclaimed in his heart: "It's now!" With a flick of the fingertips of the teacup, three golden needles that had already been caught in the tips of the fingers shot away, according to Xiao Xiangzi's skills, plus such a close distance, even the light power of the moon could not dodge.

Yimei Daoist smiled indifferently after seeing the golden needle, and did not retreat or let go.

Xiao Xiangzi secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Look where you are fleeing this time? As long as it takes a while, no matter what you are, you will turn into a corpse!"

Unexpectedly, after the three golden needles were sent out from Xiao Xiangzi's hand, the speed of flying in the air became slower and slower, and seeing that they were only a few inches away from the face of the Yimei Daoist, the three golden needles suddenly stopped, suspended in the air and did not move.

"Xiao Alliance Lord Yaxing is not shallow, since this is the case, then how about I come to help Xiao League Lord?"

Yimei Daoist stretched out his hand and twisted the three golden needles in the air in his hand, and finally opened his mouth, threw the golden needles, threw them into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and swallowed them into his stomach!

With a "clang", the teacup in Xiao Xiangzi's hand fell to the ground!