Be careful! Something is coming!
As soon as Feng Wuchen finished speaking, the two of them cheered up at the same time.
But the next moment!
"Buzz..."
Zhong Qiaoqiao felt a ringing in her ears and raised her head suddenly, only to see that Feng Wuchen and Xiong Yuhao had all disappeared in front of her.
"Bai Zixi... damn fat man! Where are you?"
"Hahaha……"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a burst of laughter behind her.
She turned around and saw a group of disheveled men, all of whom were talking about something with lewd smiles on their faces.
Follow his gaze downward.
Her pupils trembled!
Under those men, I saw a young girl who was completely naked. She had been tortured into a state of disgrace. She was looking at her desperately. Although she couldn't make any sound, her mouth shape was saying something.
:"help me……"
"brute!"
At that moment, a surge of anger rushed directly into Zhong Qiaoqiao's heavenly spirit.
"Whoosh!"
Out of anger, she rushed into the crowd, and with one claw stroke, she tore a man in half!
"..."
"Buzz!"
The moment the tinnitus came, Feng Wuchen closed his eyes slightly and guarded the mourning platform.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that Xiong Yuhao and Zhong Qiaoqiao had long disappeared.
Gradually, the thick fog dissipated, and he saw that where he was now was a dilapidated mountain gate.
Feng Wuchen's body trembled slightly.
"here it is……"
"Feng Wuchen...are you back?"
Following this hoarse voice, Feng Wuchen raised his heavy head.
Above the mountain gate, I saw an unkempt old man whose eyes were gouged out, and the meridians of his hands and feet were cut off. His broken body was nailed to the mountain gate, and blood kept dripping down.
Seeing this person, Feng Wuchen's pupils shrank and his breathing became a little faster.
This scene...already
How many years have passed?
"Feng Wuchen...why don't you save me...why..."
Just as Luo Fenggu's voice filled the entire space, the scene changed again.
Fengming Mountain Peak.
Nangong Yue was tortured by Li Beichen, but still refused to take a step back.
"Old man! You are an ant, and I am a genius! I won't let you enter, but you insist on entering. That's a crime! The Yin Sect won't let you establish the Tao, but if you insist on establishing the Tao, you should die!"
"Die!"
Seeing this scene, Feng Wuchen's heart was in turmoil again.
Soon, the scene changed again, but it was in the Jiuyou Underworld Mansion, where he fought with Na Ye.
A sad smile appeared on the corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth: "I knew... If you want to make me angry, if Old Man Luo can't do it, Nangong Yue can't do it either... then it will be her turn..."
After saying this bitterly, Feng Wuchen rose into the sky.
At that moment, everything around him fell into a state of stillness.
"Actually, when Old Man Luo appeared, I realized that I had fallen into an illusion! No... you didn't even do anything to cover it up, because it doesn't matter whether I realize that this is an illusion! As long as it can evoke something in my heart
A trace of anger is enough..."
"Tsk... If it were me a hundred years ago, maybe I would have fallen into this trap! But you don't know what I have gone through in the past hundred years! You want to control me with your anger? You are not qualified! The reason why you did not break the illusion is just that
Because, I want to take another look at my little Ning'er..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen had already arrived in front of Feng Ning, reached out his hand slightly, and gently stroked the girl's cheek with his palm.
Then, he sighed softly.
"Now... you can disappear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black light flashed between his eyebrows, and everything around him changed rapidly.
When he opened his eyes, he had already returned to the thick
In the fog!
Beside him, Zhong Qiaoqiao and Xiong Yuhao were standing there, their eyes closed, but their faces were full of ferocious looks.
Obviously, they are still trapped in that illusion and cannot extricate themselves!
Zhong Qiaoqiao herself is a practitioner of illusion, but even she fell into the trap, which proves that this illusion is not easy.
But it's not just two people.
After Feng Wuchen broke free from the illusion, the dense fog around him also dispersed a lot.
There were no less than a hundred figures within a hundred feet of him, half of them had lost their vitality, and the ones at the front had even turned into mummies. Obviously, they didn't just come in this year.
Not far in front of him, two figures stood side by side. They were both acquaintances of Feng Wuchen, Dugu Qian and Lu Xiao!
Were they also tricked?
Feng Wuchen pointed his sword fingers at Xiong Yuhao beside him, and the black light flashed, but the other party did not react at all, and his expression even became more ferocious!
Feng Wuchen instantly realized something.
To break the illusion, you can only work from the inside out. All he can do is to wake up the opponent's subconscious mind.
But at this moment, Xiong Yuhao was completely dominated by anger, and it was almost impossible to wake him up here.
Feng Wuchen immediately gave up the idea of ​​waking up everyone, and instead took steps towards the front.
The further we go, the fewer people are standing in the thick fog, and the fog becomes thinner.
At one moment, at the end of the thick fog, a ruined temple appeared.
The door of the ruined temple was ajar, and during this period, wisps of black smoke floated out from it, blended into the heavy fog, and gradually spread towards the surrounding areas.
Even though they were far apart, Feng Wuchen activated the Taishang Sensing Chapter and felt a strong anger from the black smoke!
Could it be that the power that amplifies people's anger comes from this temple?
With this thought in his mind, Feng Wuchen was wary and gradually approached.
As he got closer and closer to the ruined temple.
"Dong dong dong..."
There were bursts of wooden fish sounds in my ears.
Could there be someone in the ruined temple?
Arriving in front of the ruined temple door, the sound of the wooden fish became even clearer. As the wooden fish knocked, there were bursts of chanting sounds!
Feng Wuchen had a thought in his mind and already had the Burning Yang Sword in hand.
He gently opened the door with his sword.
In the center of the ruined temple, an old monk was hunched over, his back facing Feng Wuchen, and he was tapping the wooden fish evenly.
In front of the old monk, there was a black bead floating in the air. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a relic. As soon as he got close to the relic, a strong feeling of anger suddenly arose. Feng Wuchen's eyes narrowed and he secretly urged him to move.
Only the Buddhist techniques can resolve it!
"..."
But at this moment, the old monk stopped banging the wooden fish, and the chanting stopped abruptly.
"No wonder he came here... I didn't expect him to be my Buddhist disciple! How good! How good!"
Feng Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly approached the old monk.
At this time, the old monk slowly turned around.
Face to face, I saw this old monk dressed simply, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. His slightly muddy old eyes were full of compassion.
Meeting such an old monk in this weird place, Feng Wuchen's thoughts were racing, his expression was a little dazed, and he already had some guesses about the old monk's identity.
He immediately spoke: "Could it be that...senior is the Holy Monk Xumi?"
The old monk's expression did not change and he clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, there are indeed people called poor monk Xumi, but I am not a holy monk..."
Feng Wuchen's heart trembled.
Unexpectedly, Saint Monk Xumi is actually still alive!
This is an old Buddhist from a hundred thousand years ago!
Chapter completed!