As soon as the soul turned, Xiangxia fell straight and hit the picture scroll.

Ripples suddenly rippled on the surface of the scroll, and Qiu Yan's soul disappeared into it.

In the next moment, what appeared in Qiu Yan's senses was no longer the dilapidated house and the bright moonlight, but the five-colored blur and change, and the surroundings were filled with a faint blurry fragrance.

As soon as Qiu Yan's soul enters this blurred color, the fragrance comes from all directions, and it wants to infiltrate into the soul, so that Qiu Yan's soul gives birth to a soft feeling, fluttering like a fairy, and even the thoughts in his heart turn slowly.

"Huh?" With a soft sigh, the green light in the soul flickered, dispelling and abrasive a few traces of vague fragrance that seeped into it, and all kinds of feelings disappeared in an instant.

"The painting is wonderful, vaguely self-contained, like the painting wall of the City God Temple, but whether it is the painting wall or the middle of the painting, in fact, it is only composed of people's wishes, it is the consciousness shijie, not the reality, if the soul sinks into it, it will eventually become a thought of the consciousness shijie, and it will no longer be self. ”

Knowing this, Qiu Yan no longer hesitated, and with a thought, the dazzling green light rose from his soul and danced like a long whip!

Sweep around!

The blurred light and shadow and fragrance were swept away by the blue light whip, the light and shadow were distorted, and the fragrance drifted away, revealing an emptiness, and then several screams came from it.

The soul moved, and flew towards the place where the sound came from, where it was difficult to distinguish between the upper and lower things, and it was difficult to determine the direction, but these screams were exceptionally clear, allowing him to catch them instantly.

Flying for a while, the blurred light and shadow became thinner and thinner, and a few red figures suddenly flashed in front of them, but they were several women in red, with long sleeves dancing, shawls flying, red gauze covers, faintly visible white skin under them, and graceful figures looming between twisting.

Suddenly, a holy and beautiful strange aura came to the face, and several women in red exhaled like an orchid, letting out a slight moan, like a whisper between the bed, like a murmur when going to Wushan, as long as they heard it, it made people's hearts stir, and their lower abdomen was on fire.

Horny!

It is Qiu Yan who drives the soul, the body is not there, and when he hears it, a pinch of lust is also born in the soul, which will spread in a blink of an eye, if it can't be suppressed, the whole soul will be burned, and the mind will be wiped out by the flames, and it will no longer be clear, and the consciousness that has been indulged in the picture scroll since then.

The whispers came, as slight as a dream, winding around the soul, even the green mangs could not be blocked in the slightest, and the blurred light and shadow that had been swept away around them reconverged, and they wanted to restore the old view.

"Hmph!" Qiu Yan sneered, the soul rolled up, turning into a scholar, and the memories in the depths of the soul surged out, directly turning into words, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, but they were square words, horizontal and vertical.

Since it is consciousness, everything in consciousness can manifest into form, like a dream, caused by thoughts, and created out of nothing.

The words are listed and turned into one sentence.

"The first kings made fun, so they also did all kinds of things. ”

As soon as this line of words was formed, it immediately shone brightly, and the confusion dissipated due to the light!

Then, the block of words changed, and it condensed into a sentence below-

"Happiness and festivity, then peace and longevity. and the lost Fugu, who died with illness. ”

These two sentences are above the official history, written about the things in the room, not despised, avoided, but upright to warn the world, the joy of the bed, the common feelings of people, but even if it is happy, there must be moderation, otherwise it will be sick and lifeless, and it will not benefit life.

As soon as the two sentences came out, the light shone on the soul, and the desire inside immediately collapsed; shining on the surroundings, the blurred light and shadow and fragrance disappeared invisibly; shining on several women in red, the women immediately screamed, the red yarn on their bodies turned into cloth and silk clothes, the light and shadow on the body surface changed, and they became ordinary clothes, and the color of pleasure on their faces also disappeared, becoming the color of panic.

They looked like they had just woken up from a dream, looked around, and soon focused their eyes on Qiu Yan, who was shining, knelt down in the air, and said in unison: "Ask the immortal chief to help!"

Seeing this scene, the scholar who had been transformed by Qiu Yansheng's soul squinted slightly, motioned for the girls to get up, and then interrogated.

After what the women said, Qiu Yan knew the function of this hundred beautiful pictures.

This picture can decorate souls, and the souls taken by Tang Yi are all young women, with beautiful faces, and they are all confused at the beginning when they are ingested into the picture, and they will have to wait a hundred days to recover their senses.

"As soon as this soul leaves the body, if you haven't practiced the method of sexual cultivation, you are all confused, you don't know yourself, you don't know things, there is no 100-day recovery, these women who have been dementored can recover their consciousness, I think they have inadvertently had a sexual cultivation realm, it should be thanks to this picture, but the world in this painting is also perfect, and there are villages and villages, where work and rest, if there is no external interference, I don't know that I am in a dream, and the soul is divided. ”

According to the women, when they regained their senses, they were first alarmed when they saw a strange village, and then gradually settled down, and the people of the village were hospitable and courteous to them, and they lived in it, some of them even for several years.

"Every once in a while, the sky will be dark, and there will be a heavenly wind to kidnap people, and we will be taken away by the heavenly wind one after another, sent to a son, and then ...... Then ......"

The woman at the head was vague and embarrassed, but Zuihou still told him about it, so that Qiu Yan straightened out his thoughts.

"I see, this Tang Yi's cultivation method can absorb soul power through soul exchange, and it can even instill other thoughts in people, so that they lose themselves and only have desires. It's just that when I fought with Tang Yi, I found that the other party's soul was closed tomorrow, and he should not be able to get out of his body, how could he enter the realm of this painting?"

Suddenly, Qiu Yan's heart flashed.

"Yes, he is preconceived, his soul can't get out of the body, and he can't enter the painting, but the souls of these women are taken away by the 'Heavenly Wind', and they can completely enter Tang Yi's tricks, but I don't know what kind of exercises Tang Yi cultivates, and he can have such means. ”

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's perception expanded, enveloping all the women who were asking for help, then shook his head, and said: "I won't hide it from you, a few of you have been dementored for too long, and the connection with the body has long been broken, and the vitality has been cut off. ”

When the women heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then they were sad, and the woman in charge looked at them and stopped, but Zuihou still spoke: "In this case, we are willing to follow the immortal chief, and only ask the immortal chief ......."

"What do I want you to follow?" Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "I will send you into reincarnation." ”

"This ......" The girls listened to it, and their faces were embarrassed.

Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "Do you think you can still stay in the yang world?"

"Immortal Chang Mingjian, if I stay in this painting realm, how much can I keep the memory of this life......"

After all, these women have experienced the baptism of ideas, and they are not as ignorant as when they first entered the painting, knowing that they are in a strange space.

"It's just self-deception!" Qiu Yan sighed, raised his hand and waved, the cyan light flashed out, tearing a crack out of thin air, he raised his hand to grab the edge of the crack and pulled it hard.

Zila!

The crack opened wide and spread rapidly, swallowing Qiu Yan and several women in a blink of an eye, and in the exclamation of several women, the surrounding scene changed greatly, and it became a village full of people.

"Here?"

The women were first happy when they saw the pedestrians, and then they recognized the surrounding environment and looked at each other and changed color.