The rain fell and poured down on the heads of the Five Elements.

The rain-soaked hair slowly reverted to the form of a firewing bat, and then, detached from his head, he returned to the tree, where he reverted to a plantain, where he lived again.

Then, the eight flaming phoenixes soaring in the sky began to intertwine with each other, slowly overlapping each other and turning into a larger phoenix.

The phoenix spread its wings, with a long phoenix roar, and flew straight to the heart of the warrior of the five elements, like a rocket off the string, and then, only a dull moan of the five elements could be heard, and the phoenix bathed in fire pierced through his heart.

After the heart of the Five Elements was penetrated by the Phoenix, the primordial spirits of the grass, trees, birds, and beasts attached to him broke away from his body and flew in the wind, turning into the sunshine in the sky.

The sun was shining, and the body of the Five Elements shook, and all that was left was the shell made of dirt, which was simply vulnerable.

Then, suddenly, the shell peeled off and split into five parts.

The five parts peeled off to the ground and flew in five different directions, and then, in the form of five men wrapped in broad black cloaks.

And these five people are actually the five black-clothed puppets who rescued Huo Longxie in the Qingyan Inn.

The black-clothed puppet appeared, standing in the five representative positions of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and allowed the hot wind brought by the body of the Five Elements when it was torn apart to blow its wide black cloak and make a hunting sound.

The black-clothed puppet appeared, and the warm and peaceful sunlight that had originally filled the sky suddenly disappeared, as if it had suddenly entered midnight from noon, just like Lan Yutang had just entered this paradise full of light from the eternally dark forest.

When the golden sunlight that shrouded the air suddenly disappeared, so did the long river that flowed through the middle of the meadow.

Then the meadows, bamboo forests, violets, vines of wild grapes, and all kinds of birds and beasts disappeared, and the traces of disappearance were like chalk drawings that had been wiped off the blackboard.

Everything is illusory, everything is false, and the only real thing is the dull miasma that still floats in the air, with endless depression.

The sky gradually darkened, the illusion gradually disappeared, the darkness and dullness returned to this world, occupying reality, and what appeared in front of Lan Yutang at this moment was suddenly just a barren mountain and wild mountain.

Lan Yutang leaned against a tall fir tree, gasping for breath, looking at the sky, and he didn't know if he was reminiscing about those blissful Pure Land illusions just now, or if he was in horror about the crisis just now.

Then he turned around and looked around.

After comparing the fantasy of the Pure Land of Bliss with the scene in reality, he suddenly realized that the gardens and meadows in the paradise of that illusion were nothing more than a cemetery.

2. The flowers, insects, birds, and beasts that fly through the woods and bushes are nothing more than thorns around the cemetery and crows and sparrows standing on deserted graves.

As for the long river that flowed in the middle of the meadow, it was a coffin exposed in the middle of the desolate grave, and a few white bones lay in it, in a mess.

The castle that glows with golden sunlight in the middle of the bamboo forest and wisteria turns out to be nothing more than a dilapidated temple.

Everything is illusory, everything is imaginary.

After struggling between illusion and reality, Lan Yutang didn't know what he was thinking, but leaned on the tall fir and gasped for a long time.

The white mist that erupted from the helpless sigh immediately dissolved with the miasma that permeated the feet, transforming this desolate artistic conception.

It turns out that the place where Lan Yutang is located at the moment is located in the low-lying part of the valley, where the terrain is steep and narrow, and it has been filled with miasma over the years, so people who enter this place for the first time may form an illusion similar to a mirage in front of their eyes due to temporary discomfort.

Although the illusion of the mirage usually appears during the day when the sun is at its strongest, if the master has deep internal strength and strong mental power, even at night when there is no light, he can still create endless illusions with the surrounding miasma and terrain to confuse people who don't know it.

Now, the illusion suddenly disappeared, everything returned to calm, and Lan Yutang swayed, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and then, suddenly, fell from the fir tree he leaned on, and lay coldly on the moss-covered ground, looking up to the sky, as if he had experienced a catastrophe.

Condensed on the tips of the trees, the water droplets on the blades of grass and cliffs fell streamlined under the blowing of the morning breeze, gently tapping the pale and cold forehead of Lan Yutang.

The slight intrusion brought by the cold water droplets finally brought him back to reality from the illusion, and then, suddenly, he realized that at this time, the sky was close to dawn.

The desolate cemetery loomed in the pre-dawn cold, with collapsed planks and barren tombs, the edges of which were bare with hares and foxes.

A corner of the exposed coffin was a cluster of bones, mixed with the wailing of crows on the branches, and beneath the feet, the twilight and smoke miasma.

Although the mirage-like illusion has disappeared, and although the Five Elements Giant has disappeared, the five black-clothed people who have conjured up after the Five Elements Giant was defeated by the fiery phoenix are actually standing in front of them.

And these five black-clothed men rescued Huo Longxie in the Lonely Smoke Inn and injured the black-clothed puppet who was quick to stab.

At this moment, these five people stood around Lan Yutang, motionless, the morning breeze blew those wide robes to hunt, and the skull-shaped gossip in their hands shimmered with a bewitching green light in the twilight of dawn.

And the direction in which they are standing at the moment is not arbitrary, but they stand in an orderly manner according to the various directions and positions of the Five Elements Bagua, which is the pattern of the Five Elements Bagua Array.

Lan Yutang slowly stood up, leaning back on the tall fir, looking at the five hostile black-clothed puppets, the expression on his face made it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart.

It was as if he had learned something.

Perhaps, those Pure Land of Bliss illusions just now were created by these black-clothed puppets, who have been manipulating everything here behind the scenes.

Seeing the long river in the illusion, the vines of wild grapes, and the firewing bats could not trap Lan Yutang, so they had to stack them together according to the direction of the five elements represented by the increase, and the huge five elements warrior who radiated carried out a new round of attacks on him in order to seize the opportunity.

It turned out that everything just now was just an endless illusion, and it was actually these five black-clothed puppets who were really manipulating behind the scenes.

They thought that they would trap Lan Yutang in an endless illusion, and begin an endless wandering and circulation in this endless illusion space until his body turned into dust.

However, they were still wrong.

They seem to ignore that Lan Yutang is a master of using illusions, and Lan Yutang's Phoenix Night Melody has become an endless peak in the illusion.

Although people who are good at water will eventually drown under their own water, it is even more difficult to let a master like Lan Yutang, who is good at creating illusions, be trapped in the illusion.