The illusion is born from the heart, and the environment changes at will. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's easier said than done.

But as long as a living being has a past, a present and a future, the past is gone and cannot be traced, the future is in a trance and unknown, only the present. But this illusion happens to be caused by the past and the future, and the present is confusing without knowing it. If you add a formation, it will form a phantom array, and once you are trapped in it, even if you know that it is false, it will be difficult to escape. There are also many names for this, such as ghosts hitting the wall.

One night, you were walking alone on the road, and suddenly you couldn't get out.

Don't be afraid, this is a ghost hitting the wall, and there will be calamity ahead.

Because most of the people who perform this spell are mountain ghosts, and mountain ghosts have always been pure and good by nature.

Qingyang pressed his palm, and the floor inlaid with gold and jade cracked inch by inch like a spider web, and then, the majestic palace on his side trembled violently, the door collapsed, the pillar broke, and the phoenix fairy rider on the corner of the eaves fell, and when he was about to touch the ground, it was like the night dew and the early sun shattered silently.

Seeing the sky shattering, Qingyang's brows furrowed even tighter.

Fang out of this realm, and into the other realm.

The long and narrow alleys and holes, with seven winds and eight bends, do not know where they lead. The floor was blue-brown, and it was a little sticky when you stepped on it, and when you lifted your foot, the soles of your shoes were covered with wet moss. "Squeak!" a mouse slipped along the corner, its slender tail pulling a zigzag trail across the floor.

The cold wind was blowing, and the hanging lights on the walls kept shaking.

There are murals on the walls.

Qingyang walked and looked, with extremely bright ink, with thick blue and purple to describe a war, the attacker has come to the city, the camp is extremely majestic, wearing fiery red armor, covering the four fields, the city is surrounded by water. The other side was trapped in the city, and everyone looked terrified.

There is a majestic palace in the city, which is exactly the same as the palace of Fangcai's fantasy realm.

There is a person on the high seat of the palace, wearing the emperor's robe, wearing a crown of twelve to the sky, and there is a case in front of him, which contains a jade seal and a volume of descending books. His Royal Highness, kneeling on the ground in black pressure, seemed to be all ministers of the court, and all of them looked excited, as if they were persuading the emperor.

Walking further in, the style of painting suddenly changed, and a young woman in palace costume played a swing, and the silk ribbon was flying. The young emperor was flushed, holding a wine cup, and chased the woman's ribbon in the wind. In the distance, a group of ministers watched from the side, shaking their heads and lamenting.

In the next picture, the picture reverts back to the siege of the city, the emperor takes off his imperial robe, only wears his underwear, holds a jade wall in his mouth, hangs a jade seal around his neck, and leads an aries in his hand, and goes out of the city to surrender. The young woman stood at the head of the city, watching the emperor kneel in the mud, still with her skirt fluttering.

At this point, the play ends. Vertical criticism: 'The flag was erected on the king's city, and the concubine learned from the deep palace that 140,000 people were disarmed, and none of them were men!'

It's just that this batch of texts, the scribbled handwriting, teeth and claws are extremely inconsistent with the dignified painting style, obviously the calligrapher was extremely sad and angry at the time, and it should have been added later.

At this time, the alley has come to an end, the front of the eye is extremely vast, but also extremely bright, nine hundred and eighty-one fish-man palace lamps are scattered, as if the stars and the moon are like the moon, holding a huge coffin in the center.

The coffin, wide and long, is three zhang long, the whole body is crystal bright like ice sculpture and snow casting, and there is a small figure lying in it. After a careful debate, it was vague, for a mist rolled around the coffin. Qingyang's eyes are like torches, shooting directly at the coffin, where is the mist?

Nine Yin Absolute Array, who is so vicious!

Unexpectedly, the soul was trapped in the coffin, preventing it from dissipating, and suffering from the thunder drill god!

Qingyang's heart sank.

At this time, a poignant voice sounded from the coffin: "The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are broken, all the people are crying, the world is a red face and a misguided country, and the disaster water should be hidden in the land of nine yin, not with Lang Lang Qiankun as a companion." In my opinion, I don't know if this is reasonable?"

Qingyang said: "Qingyang doesn't know. ”

"Alas, they are all men, and the world is as black as a crow......"

"Quack Quack ......"

With a faint murmur, the huge ice coffin slowly unfolded, and in an instant, the explosive lightning rod surged wildly, as if it wanted to turn the things in the coffin into powder. Leaning less, a hand as tender as jade rested on the edge of the coffin, the nails were blood-red, and there was still lightning rolling between the fingers, and then the palm of the hand was violently forced.

She floated on the ice coffin, her long hair flying, her skirt wrinkled, and the boundless thunder covered her, wantonly running through the delicate and small body.

Her expression was as cold as ice.

Suddenly, eighty-one people in the Fishman Palace burst as bright as snow, and thunder and lightning gathered into a bundle and split straight from the beginning.

Everything, no longer visible.

After a while, a sigh came from the incandescent thunder.

Deep and far-reaching.

Lei Mang faded, she floated lightly on the tip of the lamp, pointing at Qingyang: "You see, this is my origin." You say I'm dead, but who is standing before you?"

Qingyang was confused, the moment the thunder and lightning were blazing, he did see some pictures, she was already dead, trapped in a 10,000-year ice coffin with the Nine Yin Absolute Evil Array, her body had not festered, her soul was free from it, and her spirit was attached to the Divine Sea.

If a person dies, if there is no accident, within seven days the soul will be destroyed, turned into evil energy, and return to heaven and earth, and if the body does not decay, it will be a living corpse. If a person dies, his body is scattered, and his soul is cut off and melted, he is a ghost fetus, and he cannot do it unless he is a powerful person. And the spirit, no one, can intercept its path back.

But if the soul, spirit, and body are still one, and they are dead but not dead, what should this be?

Not human, not ghost, not corpse, not god.

"My surname is Xu, and they call me Xu Ji. You say I'm no longer me, but I can still remember everything. They trapped me with a formation and struck me with dry lightning, so I studied the formation for three hundred years, and finally broke it. Xu Ji said quietly, she had been waiting for a thousand years and was not in a hurry. When she saw those lights dancing beautifully, she stretched out her hand and made a move, and the lights rose from the stamen, floating in her palm, like a bunch of fire lotus.

At this moment, she is beautiful.

"You shouldn't have come out. Qingyang said.

"Hey, you're a gentleman. ”

Xu Jiwan smiled, picked up the fire lotus in his hand, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then, covering his mouth, he hiccuped lazily, turned his back, stretched out two fingers, pulled out an object from his mouth, turned around with the object, and faced Qingyang: "You see it, it's protecting me." I've been out for hundreds of years, and if it weren't for it, I'd have been gone. Unfortunately, now it's about to disperse, and I'm going to be gone. Now, can you tell me, what the hell am I?"

The little Xiaoice coffin lay in the palm of her hand, exuding boundless cold.

Qingyang silently mentioned the Xuanqi, resisted the invasion of the cold, did not retreat for half a step, thought for a while, and said: "Let the green girl go, maybe, I can tell you." ”

"Hehe, I don't need to be strong, it was she who took pity on me and helped me when she saw that I was lonely. Isn't it, little sister Green?" Xu Ji tilted her head and smiled.

"Yes, my sister is so pitiful. ”

In the void of nothingness, a small green butterfly suddenly appeared, and after a closer look, it was not a butterfly, but a small person, less than three inches long, small arms, small legs, and a small head, compared to the body shape, the turquoise hair was extremely long, full of uneven upper body, as if wearing a beautiful green skirt, the hair end extended to the back, slightly cocked, like a pair of slowly flapping wings.

She is the little mountain ghost in Qingyang Mountain, without her help, how can Xu Ji manipulate between illusion and formation at will.

"Green girl, come to ......" Qingyang stretched out his hand.

Who knows, Xu Ji is faster than him, with a flip of his palm, he has caught the little mountain ghost, put it into the Xiaoice coffin, and then closed the coffin lid, leaving a gap, and said with a smile: "Mr. wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge, but the slave family can't follow." ”

"Sister, it's so cold, it's so cold...... "A soft voice came from the Xiaoice coffin.

Xu Ji said: "This coffin is cast by 10,000 years of ice, once it is closed, no matter how great he has the ability, it will also turn into ice slag in an instant." Sir, would you like to see you?" said as he tried to close the lid of the coffin.

"Wait!"

Qingyang raised his hand according to the wine gourd, and said coldly: "You are not a human, not a ghost, not a corpse, not a god, you are a demon!"

"Evil?"

"Hahaha, evil is evil, Lu is evil, Mr. vainly claims to know yin and yang, knows life and death, but he can't even tell the difference!"

"If the slave family is evil, why does it have a soul?"

Xu Ji's face was full of frost, stretched out his finger and swiped it on his wrist, gurgling blood overflowed, and said: "If the slave family is a slave, how can it shed human blood!"

The wrists are snow-white, and the blood is red.

Qingyang said: "You are no longer you, but you are you." ”

"I'm no longer me, but I'm me?" Xu Ji narrowed her eyes, as if she was thinking deeply, and after a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and Gege smiled: "It's good if it's me." For hundreds of years, the slave family has met countless masters, all of whom say that the slave family is an evil ghost who wants to be beaten and killed. Even those little Taoist priests and little monks are bent on crossing the slave family. Hmph, it seems that Mr. is still reasonable. ”

Qingyang frowned, and a thought flashed in his heart.

While speaking, Xu Yu opened the lid of the coffin a little more, because the little green girl inside was already so cold that she couldn't speak, looked at Qingyang again, pointed to her head, and said with a smile: "Well, the slave family still has a question and a request, one of them, dare to ask Mr., if the slave family is scattered between the Qianyang, does this spirit exist?"

Qingyang doesn't know. Qingyang said.

"I really don't know?"

Xu Ji tilted his head and stared at Qingyang, argued for a while, opened the coffin lid a little more, and looked at the wine gourd on Qingyang's waist: "Mr. is sincere, the last please, the slave family heard that Mr. is good wine, and it just so happens that the slave family also has this preference in his life." I don't know, can you let the slave family drink the wine in the gentleman's pot!" After speaking, he pushed with two fingers, wanting to close the coffin lid to the tightest.

"The fox's tail is exposed!"

"Definite!!"

Qingyang shouted violently, and his eyes exploded, setting Xu Ji for a moment. At the same time, the figure was already shot up, and the wind brought by the corners of the robe swept away all the palace lights along the way. Between the two of them, aiming the mouth of the gourd at the Xiaoice coffin, the sea of gods swayed like a wave, and suddenly slapped.

"Boom!"

The blue light is like a beam, the green light is like a pillar, and the green light is condensed into a sword.

Qingyang looked at the sword and was stunned for a moment.

Xu Jihua's face was pale, and she was already half a beat slow to avoid it, so she could only watch the sword stab towards the ice coffin in her palm, the sword body was faint, if there was nothing, but with a monstrous momentum, she wanted to cut everything to pieces.

Heaven and earth, only this sword.

Looking directly at this sword, Xu Ji was stunned on the spot.

"Ding!!"

With a crisp sound, the green sword dispersed, Xu Ji flew upside down for a few feet, the ice coffin was knocked into the air, dripping and spinning, and the little green girl who was pretending to be dead inside opened her eyes, "whoosh", and flew towards Qingyang.

"You, you, you...... You're a bad sister......" The little green girl squatted on Qingyang's head, grabbed his hair, shivered, and screamed.

Qingyang touched the wine gourd, but he didn't come back to his senses yet.

"You, you, you ......"

As everyone knows, Xu Ji was even more shocked than the two of them, scooped up the ice coffin in his palm and looked down, and saw that the ice coffin had cracked, his heart hurt and his body hurt, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his black hair flew, and said angrily: "Heaven, earth and man, you haven't condensed yet, how can you hurt my baby?!"

"Bad sister, bad sister......" The little green girl relieved her breath and made a stack of sounds.

Xu Ji shouted: "Shut up, I'll eat you again!"

"Ahh The little mountain ghost quickly shut up.

"Broken!"

Now that he has saved the little thing, Qingyang immediately broke the formation again.

With a light click, the lights went out and the grave collapsed.

The hook moon rises and falls, the stars shine brightly, and the real world is revealed.

Qingyang grabbed the gourd in his hand, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he stood under the thousand-year-old cypress.

A hundred steps away, Xu Ji wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at the green jade gourd in Qingyang's palm for a moment, licked her lips, and a circle of blood slowly bloomed in her inky black pupils, and her voice was sharp and sharp: "Qingyang, leave the wine gourd, I can still leave you alive, if not, either you die or I die!"

"It's a pity that it's hard for you to get what you want, you really shouldn't have come out. Qingyang shook his head, his eyes were firm, the wine gourd was his lifeblood, and if he lost it, he would lose everything, tilting his head and saying to the little mountain ghost: "Run!"

"I'm not running away. The little mountain ghost flew to Qingyang's head, grabbed his hair, and shook his head very righteously.

"Hahaha, then let's fight, let's see if there are any real men in the world!" Xu Ji stretched out his hands, pressed them lightly, and his figure rose to the sky, and the ribbon between the bowls was like thousands of tentacles, rolling towards Qingyang.

Like a river pouring floods, like the sea bursting embankment.

"As you wish!"

Qingyang straightened up the wine gourd and strode forward.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkled with endless cold white, Xu Ji flies high in the sky, the white lotus blooms like snow, and the green sun is based on the earth, and the blue light is like a surging light. Xu Ji was injured by Qianyang a long time ago, and the sword in the Qingyang pot was not effective, and the two of them fought evenly together.

One white and one green are intertwined, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard a sword roar, a scream, and pieces of lotus leaves flew away.

Qingyang sat on the ground with his butt and couldn't stop panting.