Facing the giant snake, Fang Wenyuan forced himself to calm down, and his rapid breathing slowly adjusted to be even. But the palms of his hands were still stained with sweat, which also made him unconsciously add a little more strength to his right hand and hold the long sword tightly.

The serpent still looked at him coldly, motionless. After this stalemate for half an hour, the green light flashed in the big snake's eyes, and the green fruit that had just fallen to the ground immediately exploded, turning into a cloud of green mist, enveloping Fang Wenyuan.

Before Fang Wenyuan could react more, the green mist had already wrapped around his whole body, and then quickly poured into his body from the seven orifices of his skull. Strangely, there was no discomfort, but a warm feeling flowed through the limbs, and the injuries on the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Wenyuan saw that the big snake had no ill intentions towards him, his heart was relieved, he looked down at the healing wounds on his body, and thought, "This big snake is obviously psychic, but why does it want to heal me?"

Suddenly, the light dimmed, and Fang Wenyuan looked up, only to see that half of his body had already reached the mouth of the big snake. So, with a chill in his heart, he scolded loudly: "He 'milk' a mouth! Your uncle actually wants to swallow me! Then why do you want to heal me, because I am too thin to stuff your teeth?"

As he spoke, he showed no mercy in his hands, and slashed up with his long sword. With a sonorous bang!! As soon as the fire heart appeared, the long sword in his hand was suddenly broken into two. Fang Wenyuan took another sip: "His uncle's is really rough and thick!!" Rao is like this, Fang Wenyuan did not panic, and threw the half of the long sword in his hand to the outside of Shekou.

His purpose in doing so is simple. Because the hilt of the sword was tied with that sharp silver thread, and the snake would not chew the food and swallow it raw, Fang Wenyuan would not die immediately, when the time came, he only needed to pull the silver thread in the snake's belly, with the sharpness of the silver thread, it was likely that there was a slight possibility of escaping.

Speaking of this silver thread, Fang Wenyuan couldn't see through its origin, and he didn't know what it was. I just feel that the quality is extraordinary, not ordinary.

After making these preparations, Fang Wenyuan did not give up resistance. But in the face of the huge Shekou, it can only be in vain. It was dark in front of him, and Fang Wenyuan vaguely heard the sound of the muscles on the snake's body wriggling, and there was a chill in his heart.

Suddenly, something unexpected to Fang Wenyuan happened again, his eyes lit up after being swallowed into the snake's belly, because this was not in the snake's belly, but in another space.

Outside, after the big snake devoured Fang Wenyuan, the snake's eyes closed, and with a bang, it turned into green mist and dissipated, clinging to the vines in the forest. Only a broken sword remained in its place, and a silver thread. One end of the silver thread was tied to the broken sword, and the other end disappeared in mid-air, like a wooden stake. It is very strange that such a slender silk thread can stand upright

A platform about four zhang long like a round table, shrouded in clouds and mist like a fairyland on earth, Fang Wenyuan stood in the middle and looked around. The sight of the scene made him have goosebumps on his body, and there were two people beside him, an old man, and the other was a poisonous lady who should have died.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the side with faceless faces, and Fang Wenyuan felt that the Qi of Yimu around them was surging towards them continuously, and the top of their heads was glowing with a trace of black qi, floating upward. Fang Wenyuan sensed these black qi, which was full of an indescribable emotion, as if it was resentment, sadness, and anger, and as soon as he got closer, he felt angry in his heart.

So Fang Wenyuan didn't dare to approach them rashly, so he had to look elsewhere to find a way out. Walking to the edge of the platform, Fang Wenyuan felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, these winds seemed to be stirred up by him, because he could feel that there was a killing intent hidden in the wind! As if to warn him, if you take one step further and you will die without a place to be buried.

Outside the platform was full of this danger, Fang Wenyuan was reluctant to risk going out. Because he saw that the cultivation was as profound as a poisonous lady, and she didn't move, so she could only sit obediently on the platform.

After the wind passed, the surrounding clouds and mist dissipated, and Fang Wenyuan looked into the distance. After this glance, a burst of fear slowly occupied Fang Wenyuan's heart. For he saw that there were thirty-three such platforms around him, and on each platform there were three people sitting on them, and their situation was exactly the same as that of the poisonous lady.

What the hell is going on? Where is this? Who are they? What are they doing here? Isn't the poisonous lady dead? So why is she here?

This series of questions swirled in Fang Wenyuan's mind, but he couldn't figure out what was going on!

......

"Three thousand years of robbery, my way is an immortal in the green wood!"

This voice suddenly appeared, extremely desolate, and there was even a general trend of contempt for the common people and the world, and there was also a sense of sadness and loneliness that no one knew!

The voice gradually faded away, and Fang Wenyuan froze in place for a while. There was no god in his eyes, and the voice seemed to take away Fang Wenyuan's thoughts, took away his soul, and it seemed that there was only a shell left in place.

Slowly, Fang Wenyuan's eyes had a hint of brilliance, and the scenery in front of him also changed, the mountain peaks were towering, and the clouds and mist were shrouded in mist on half of his waist. The stream was murmuring at the bottom of the mountain, and Yao Wu was sitting by the stream with bare jade feet and giggling at the water, as if sensing Fang Wenyuan's arrival, and smiled sweetly at him with a side face.

"Wenyuan, why did you come, let me wait so long. Yao Wu pouted, like a three-year-old child, and said angrily to Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan didn't answer, he stood in place stupidly, Yao Wu by the stream saw him motionless, twisted for a while, walked over slowly with a blushing face, and gently leaned into Fang Wenyuan's arms, a faint body fragrance poured into Fang Wenyuan's nasal cavity.

Yao Wu slowly raised his head to his ear, and said softly: "It's only been one night, don't the officials recognize the concubine?"

Yao Wu's appearance is very beautiful, especially when she is in such a little woman's posture, she can't help but feel love and pity. Fang Wenyuan unconsciously raised his hands and hugged Yao Wu tightly, as if he was afraid that she would slip away.

Yao Wu lowered his head and lay on Fang Wenyuan's chest, his originally clear eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, stretched out a hand to hold Fang Wenyuan, and then a cyan aura appeared, ready to be injected into Fang Wenyuan's body.

"What a powerful phantom array!" Fang Wenyuan suddenly spoke, grabbed Yao Wu's hand, and then pushed her away.

As soon as he raised his head, his left eye flashed with purple light, and he said lightly to Yao Wu in front of him: "I do have admiration for my uncle, but it is not love, just pure admiration." You're a lot like her, but you're never there. ”

The wind surged, and the surrounding scene became distorted, as if Fang Wenyuan's words turned into a lead and caused these chain reactions. Yao Wuxiu's hair was fluttering, her expression was still gentle, like a lover's separation, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she slowly disappeared without a trace with a thick reluctance in her eyes.

Seeing that Yao Wu disappeared, Fang Wenyuan suddenly exhaled, no longer calmed down, and muttered: "I almost fell into the way", and then lost his mind: "If Master Yao is really like Fang Cai, then it should be" said this, and shook his head heavily, saying: "She is a master uncle, and it is unethical to do this." Besides, she's so violent, or she can't!

In the face of such a gentle and beautiful Yao Wu, as long as he is a normal man, he will fall, Fang Wenyuan is also a man with strong blood, how can he not be confused, the main thing that made him wake up from this illusion was his left eye. It was also the left eye that contained hundreds of black qi turned into resentful spirits that saved him.

The change in his left eye also made him realize that the poisonous lady released the resentful spirit not to kill him, but a inheritance, the inheritance of releasing the demons in his heart, and pursuing the Dao heart of great freedom, which is also the inheritance of a treasure.

Just when Fang Wenyuan was shattering his thoughts, that desolate voice sounded again, causing him to fall again, his eyes dazed.

When I woke up again, it was like a sleep. Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Wenyuan's heart trembled, and he stroked the brocade quilt covering his body and touched the gauze tent on the edge of the bed, how familiar all this was.

"Yuan'er, if you don't get up again, the sun will burn your buttocks!" A woman walked in and stroked his forehead, the love in her expression and the tenderness in her eyes almost melted Fang Wenyuan's heart.

lifted the quilt, and then threw herself into the woman's arms, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and said, "Mother!!"

The woman looked stunned, then smiled gently, patted Fang Wenyuan's back, and said dotingly: "What's wrong with Yuan'er?

Fang Wenyuan had been choking up, and just wanted to talk, but was interrupted by a man's voice: "Yuan'er hid in your mother's arms again, did you want to lose today's homework again?"

Following the prestige, a middle-aged man with sword eyebrows stood at the door, looking at Fang Wenyuan with a loving face, and when he realized that Fang Wenyuan was looking at him, he deliberately straightened his face, but the love in his eyes did not fade.

This day was very happy, Fang Wenyuan really thought that he had woken up from a dream, and said to his mother: "Mother, I had a dream, and I dreamed that an immortal was flying through the clouds, so powerful! Mother! Mother, do you say that there are really immortals in this world?" When he asked this question, Fang Wenyuan felt a little familiar inexplicably, as if he had heard this question somewhere, but immediately abandoned this idea and didn't care about it.

After listening to his question, the woman stretched out her jade hand and scratched Fang Wenyuan's nose, and said with a smile: "Silly boy! That's just a dream, besides, there are no immortals in this world." After that, he took out a bowl of soup from the side, put it to his mouth and blew it, and said, "Come! Drink some hot soup, the weather is cold, and the stomach is warm." ”

Fang Wenyuan took the soup, put it to his mouth and sniffed it gently, and said, "It's so fragrant." ”

The woman was still smiling, and when she watched Fang Wenyuan slowly bring the bowl to her mouth, a trace of nervousness flashed in her eyes.

This soup is indeed very fragrant, but as soon as it is in its mouth, it becomes like a bowl of bitter water, which makes Fang Wenyuan immediately want to squirt out of his mouth, but the woman next to him has already put her hand on the bowl and poured it into Fang Wenyuan's mouth vigorously.

At this time, Fang Wen knew the sea from afar, and the golden-bodied man who had turned into a thief picture, his eyes flashed with a hint of agility, and he said, "Break!"

Fang Wenyuan only felt dizzy, and then he stood on the platform in the belly of the big snake again. His expression changed several times, and he turned into a bitter face. After these two illusions, he already understood what was going on here.

The illusion is to allow people to automatically absorb the cursed Otogi qi here, and use the power of the curse to make people fall into the environment, and then be hurt by their loved ones and feel resentful. So the curse here is not to kill, but to collect resentment in the hearts of others.

Resentment is evil, curse is evil, and the purpose of existence here is to nurture the curse with resentment and evil with evil, so as to increase the power of the curse.