With Zhong Wen's current level of cultivation, a mere soul-binding rope can no longer pose a threat to him.
Even in the state of his soul body, this black rope, known as the "nemesis of cultivators", could not even touch his body.
However, the impossible happened after all.
A soul-binding rope and an iron cage left the world's top saint helpless.
Of course he doesn't know that this is an illusion.
Even Nangong Ling himself has admitted that he is exerting hallucinations on Zhong Wen's brain.
However, knowing is one thing, but cracking it is another.
No matter how Zhong Wen warned himself in his heart that all this was false and not true, it still failed to bring any change to the situation in front of him.
The ropes and iron cage were still there, and he was still tightly bound, unable to move at all.
If that's all it is, it's nothing.
However, the next scene made his heart tremble, and he had a faint foreboding feeling.
I saw two figures, one large and one small, in front of Nangong Ling. They were a graceful and charming woman in green clothes, and a cute young lolita with pink makeup and jade.
The woman in green had an expression of anger, mixed with a trace of uneasiness. Her slender arms tightly hugged the little Loli, who was about two or three years old, and protected her tightly in her arms. She turned her head and glared at Nangong Ling.
But the little lolita in her arms didn't seem to understand the situation. Her big watery eyes flickered, and she looked at the woman in green with confusion, then turned to look at Nangong Ling, and then she opened her small mouth and showed an excited smile.
, a pair of small fleshy palms constantly grasping the air, seeming to express goodwill to this former top disciple of Piaohua Palace.
"Dabao, sister Qinglian!"
After seeing the appearance of the woman in green and the little lolita, Zhong Wen's expression changed drastically and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
Obviously these two people were his confidante Ye Qinglian and his precious daughter Zhong Youlian.
"If you remain in the soul body state, I really can't kill you." Nangong Ling said lightly, "I just don't know if you can hold it back under my illusion."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stretched out her slender hand and snapped her fingers in the air.
Then, within a few feet of Ye Qinglian and Dabao, a raging fire suddenly burst into flames. For a moment, the flames shot into the sky, the temperature soared, and the burning sensation made Ye Qinglian's face turn red and he was panting. Dabao was even coughing repeatedly due to the black smoke.
, almost breathless.
The strange thing is that even if she is in such a desperate situation, Ye Qinglian, who has the realm of a saint, does not know why, neither resists nor runs away, but stays in place, letting the fire around him and the heat wave suffocate.
The smell of sitting and waiting for death.
The fire expanded extremely quickly and soon completely engulfed the mother and daughter.
Waves of screams came out from the flames, and the soft voices and desperate emotions complemented each other. It was sad and heartbreaking.
"Dabao! Sister Qinglian!"
From time to time, the cries of his beloved could be heard in his ears. Zhong Wen's eyes were split open and his heart was as sharp as a knife. He couldn't help but roared at Nangong Ling, "Stop it, stop it quickly!"
"It's just an illusion."
Nangong Ling smiled slightly, "Why are you so serious?"
Zhong Wen's expression froze, and his voice suddenly weakened a bit, but the anxious look on his face did not diminish.
This is an extremely subtle, extremely weird feeling.
He didn't know in his heart that all this was Nangong Ling's illusion, and the real Ye Qinglian and Dabao were not here.
However, seeing the two girls being burned by fire with his own eyes still made him heartbroken and unable to control himself.
There seemed to be a mysterious force in the dark, quietly twisting Zhong Wen's senses and consciousness, making him involuntarily believe that what was happening in front of him was not illusion, but reality.
Seeing his wife and children being burned to ashes by the fire, leaving only charred bones, Zhong Wen's heart was bleeding, but his body was completely restricted by the soul-binding cord, and he could only express his anger by roaring.
.
"Why don't you come out yet? You can endure it a lot better than before."
Nangong Ling glanced at Zhong Wen, the surprise in his eyes flashed away, and then he raised his right hand again and snapped his fingers.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and another orange shadow suddenly appeared where Ye Qinglian and her daughter were originally standing.
I saw that this woman had a beautiful face, plump cheeks, and a high bulge in her belly. She was obviously pregnant.
It is none other than the assassin girl Leng Wushuang!
"You, what are you going to do again?"
Staring at Leng Wushuang, who was about to be a mother, Zhong Wen gritted his teeth and almost broke his lip. A sharp cold light shot out from his eyes, and he glared at Nangong Lingdao, "I won't even spare the pregnant woman, you
Is there a bottom line?"
"Did you say it?"
Regarding his accusation, Nangong Ling looked indifferent, as if he didn't hear it, "It's just an illusion, why should you be serious?"
"Snapped!"
Then, she lightly snapped her fingers again.
The next moment, countless sharp weapons with cold light suddenly appeared in the sky, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.
These countless weapons were arranged neatly, and the tops were aimed at Leng Wushuang's bulging belly. The surface of the blades exuded an unparalleled sharpness, shaking in the air more and more frequently, and from time to time they emitted "
There was a "buzzing" sound, as if it was about to shoot out at any moment, piercing the assassin girl's delicate body.
"Stop, stop!"
Zhong Wen's lip had been cut, and a thin line of blood slowly flowed out, sliding along the corner of his mouth to his chin, and finally fell down, forming the shape of a plum blossom on the ground.
His brain kept telling him that all this was false, but deep down in his heart there was always another voice shouting loudly that what he saw was reality.
This state of both belief and doubt made Zhong Wen tortured so much that he almost went crazy.
What a domineering way of Hazy Moon!
At the same time, Zhong Wen couldn't help but be secretly frightened and fearful of Nangong Ling's terrifying method that could directly affect the other person's consciousness and forcibly change other people's senses and even their minds.
"Just admit defeat. If you die in my hands earlier, you will suffer less mental torture."
The melancholy sound coming out of Nangong Ling's mouth reached the ears, just like the whisper of the devil, releasing unimaginable temptations, making people unconsciously want to do as he said, "You don't have any chance."
Zhong Wen's eyes gradually became blurred, and his expression became more and more relaxed, as if he was about to be controlled mentally by Nangong Ling, and became a fish in the case, allowing the other party to slaughter him.
"Since you have such strength, if you had joined forces with us to fight against the enemy, you might not have lost to Lin Bei!"
Unexpectedly, the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, his aura surged again, and he asked in a stern voice, "Why did you choose to betray?"
"Can't win!"
Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling suddenly replied in a confused manner.
"What?" Zhong Wen was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Even if we are all tied together," Nangong Ling stared into his eyes and said slowly, "it is impossible to defeat Lin Bei."
"How do you know if you haven't tried?" Zhong Wen said angrily, "He and I are almost the same. If I get your help, maybe I can win?"
"Can't win."
Nangong Ling looked at his indignant expression and slowly uttered three words again.
"Why?" Zhong Wen's face became even more angry.
"Fate has been determined a long time ago." Nangong Ling was silent for a long time, finally sighed and said slowly.
"Aren't we embarking on the path of cultivation just to change our destiny against nature and gain great freedom?" Zhong Wen shook his head repeatedly, completely disagreeing with her point of view, "As the saying goes, my destiny is determined by me and not by nature, and I will be timid before I fight.
What kind of cultivator are you?"
"Neither you nor Master can escape the fate of dying at the hands of Lin Bei."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, "Not even the Master of Shi Palace can do that."
"You can't do it if you say no?"
The more Zhong Wen felt that the other party was being unreasonable, he couldn't help but raise his voice an octave, "Could it be that you can still see the future?"
"You're right."
Nangong Lingsu covered her forehead with her hands and replied in a strange tone, "I can indeed see the future."
She admitted so readily that Zhong Wen didn't know how to answer, and the two parties suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
"Don't think I'm talking nonsense."
Just looking at Zhong Wen's expression, Nangong Ling already knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but smile and said, "How can you imagine the true power of the Eye of God? Coupled with my deduction, you can see the future
, what’s so strange about it?”
"Since you can see the future." Zhong Wen opened his mouth wide and couldn't recover for a long time. After a long while, he suddenly had an idea, "Then do you know what I will be doing today, one month from now?"
"How can there be a month later?"
Nangong Ling's eyes flashed with dazzling golden light. He looked directly into Zhong Wen's eyes and said slowly, word by word, "Today is the day you die."