Feng Jiuxiao suddenly became very interested in this magical skill after being attacked by the King of Huanxi with the Soul Locking Technique. In addition, Zhou Gongdan's Drunk Life and Dreams of Death was very powerful and could often have unexpected effects. He spent several nights thinking about how to combine the two magical techniques.
Abruptly merged into one item, called: Dream Universe!
He has not yet used the skill of isolating the small world at this time, but the powerful aura bursting out from his body at this time is somewhat similar to that of the Demon Lord, so that the person sitting in the back hall feels like he has seen each other before.
Feng Jiuxiao said: "You knew you were going to die today, so you just fought to the end to preserve your last reputation. Am I right?"
The first person in the back hall closed his eyes and said nothing.
In the face of monsters, talking too much is useless.
Feng Jiuxiao put her palms together and said to Abbot Shiyin: "Originally it was just for fun, and I didn't want to disturb the masters' spiritual cultivation."
Abbot Shiyin said: "It doesn't matter, it is the benefactor's duty. Furthermore, if the benefactor can find out the demon cult monster for our temple, it is too late for the whole temple to be grateful, so why bother?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "Master, I have another request."
Abbot Shiyin said: "Please speak!"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "There are too many pilgrims here. I don't want to create any complications. Master, can you lend me a secluded place where I can interrogate this person?"
Abbot Shiyin said: "That's easy to say. Junior Brother Shijian, could you please take the donor to the Discipline Academy?"
Behind him, Master Shi Jian spread out his left hand and bowed: "Donor, please come this way!"
Before Feng Jiuxiao could say anything, Pang Shishi had already lifted the head seat of the back hall and walked forward.
The two women followed slowly.
Abbot Shiyin put his palms together and nodded, saying, "I and others will not pass by." Feng Jiuxiao knew that he was trying to avoid suspicion, so she bowed in return to show her respect.
After entering the Discipline Academy and finding a Zen room, Pang Shiwu threw the first seat of the back hall to the ground and stood guard at the door. Yuan Zishan and Chili Pepper stood far away. Shi Jian nodded, lowered his eyebrows and clasped his palms together: "The poor monk is outside the courtyard.
Respectfully waiting, if the donor has any instructions, you can call the poor monk at any time."
Feng Jiuxiao bowed and thanked her.
When there were only two people left in the room, the atmosphere was a bit strange.
The first person in the back hall didn't know why he always felt restless.
He is not afraid of death.
He had anticipated the final outcome since the first day he joined the Demon Cult!
Death is just a matter of time.
His voice was a little hoarse, but the determination in his words could still be heard: "You'd better take action quickly. I really won't say anything. I've seen the torture of the Demon Cult. I'm confident that even if you torture me to death,
, I won’t say it either, so don’t waste any more time.”
Feng Jiuxiao ignored him and said to himself: "It's easy to kill someone. With one strike, the head falls to the ground. However, it takes ten months to conceive to give birth to a person. Once you give birth, you have to wait day and night, endless.
Hard work. How much tiredness and suffering does a mother endure to raise a baby? You just kill them when you say it. Have you ever considered the feelings of these people’s families? If they have committed all kinds of evil, then they will be killed.
The key point is that they are all innocent. Didn't you feel any uneasiness or shame when you committed the crime? Or have you become numb after killing too many people?"
The first person in the back hall still closed his eyes and said nothing.
Feng Jiuxiao said: "No one has the right to deprive others of their lives at will! You don't have it, and neither does the Demon Lord!"
The leader of the back hall suddenly stared at Feng Jiuxiao, as if he was looking at a lunatic. He had suppressed it for a long time and suddenly exploded, glaring angrily: "You've been nagging on forever, can't you give me a break?" A monk
Feng Jiuxiao was really shocked by the sudden expletive.
Feng Jiuxiao laughed and said: "Why are you so anxious? Those people who died in your hands also scolded you like this? They are all impatient to make you happy?"
of course not!
Who would hate longevity?
Who wants to die?
In front of the first person in the back hall, various faces of people who died at his own hands appeared.
A face contorted with fear when facing death.
A face full of longing for life and pleading.
A face full of resentment and curses, knowing that he was going to die.
He had an innocent face until he died without knowing why he had to die or why he should die.
Under the interference of Feng Jiuxiao's powerful aura, some cracks began to appear in his rock-solid heart.
Feng Jiuxiao said: "Are you angry now? Are you so angry now? Those people who are begging you to let them go must be even more impatient in your eyes. Maybe they will be beaten to death with one punch. God is good.
Samsara, since you have a quick temper, don't blame me, I happen to have a slow temper." Where is his slow temper? If he hadn't wanted to dig out the secrets in his heart, Feng Jiuxiao would have cut him in half! Just from the look in his eyes.
Countless blood and slaughter can be seen in the coldness!
Seeing him look like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Feng Jiuxiao was not anxious at all.
This must be a big fish.
As long as he waits patiently enough, he can definitely spit out a lot of things.
This guy seemed to have a strong will, but he had a psychological expectation. He thought that Feng Jiuxiao's forced confession was just a child's play of punching and kicking. Even if it was upgraded to another level, the red-hot iron, the cold clamp, and the spiked whip would not be enough.
you!
If it doesn't work, just peel the skin, nail the fingers, and chop the flesh.
Anyway, I’m not afraid of anything!
Seeing that you are just a young boy, you can either kill me or become a coward! You want to get something from my mouth, it’s a beautiful idea! What you are thinking in your heart, a proud smile appears on your face unnaturally. He himself
Maybe she didn't realize how exaggerated her expression was, but Feng Jiuxiao clearly felt a naked provocation!
"You seem to look down on me. You think the ten tortures can't do anything to you, right?"
The leader in the back hall was sneering, and suddenly his eyes flashed with flowers!
He was lying on a platform!
Surrounding the earth platform is a vast sea of blood, with rough waves and countless corpses floating on the sea!
what's the situation?
what happened?
The first person in the back hall was a little stunned!
Countless corpses undulated with the waves, disappearing and reappearing. Suddenly, a corpse opened its blood-red eyes and stared at him, opened its bloody mouth, and screamed at him: "Give me back...my...life...come...
"
The first person in the back hall saw that it was Yue Feipeng who had died under his own tragic palm! He was beaten so hard that all his internal organs were broken and his seven orifices were bleeding!
Damn it! How can I survive!
Another corpse came to life, it was that boy, yes, it was the boy from Cuihua Building. I slapped him off his jaw and his face was distorted.
It's all an illusion!
Hallucination!
Fake!
He was a little hysterical! He didn't believe this was true! He knew it was some kind of illusion created by Feng Jiuxiao, so he was not afraid!
One dead body after another swam towards him.
He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, are you trying to scare me? Is this all you have? Are you pretending to be a ghost in front of me?" Then he sneered: "It's a waste of time to do what you do best!"
One after another, corpses began to climb onto the platform from all directions and gathered towards him.
He watched with cold eyes, unmoved. He knew that these illusions could not touch him at all. As long as he ignored them and accepted them as strange, he would be defeated!
Yue Feipeng was covered in blood, every step was bloody!
With faltering steps and burning eyes, she got closer and closer to him.
He remained motionless and looked on with cold eyes.
Yue Feipeng punched me.
He snorted coldly and thought to himself: I have mastered the magic of illusion, and everyone's image can be seen in detail!
boom!
Yue Feipeng punched him so hard that he staggered!
What?
The first person in the back hall looked shocked!
It actually hurts!
Yue Feipeng pounced on him and bit him on the face, tearing off a piece of meat in one bite!
It hurts!
Is this illusion so realistic?
Bloody corpses kept coming up to bite him, and soon the first one was covered in bruises and bloodstains. It hurt like hell but he couldn't die for a moment!
He had long been mentally prepared to endure several types of torture. He bet that Feng Jiuxiao would not use more than three kinds of torture! Because he did not believe that Feng Jiuxiao had enough patience! Since he had already decided to die in retribution, how could he still be in a slow mood?
Cutting flesh with a knife? Maybe you can kill yourself with one knife!
Unexpectedly, Feng Jiuxiao actually thought of using "chop in the mouth" punishment!
And these torturers turned out to be "acquaintances"!
After each person took a bite, he automatically gave way to the next person. After the next person took a bite, he gave way again. When there was no room on the platform, he "stand on the bloody sea". They cooperated tacitly and were in order. It seemed that all "people"
It’s all agreed upon!
After everyone bites, they will stare fiercely into the leader's eyes for a few times without saying a word, but with different expressions. Some are angry, some are sad, some are hateful, and some are resentful.
He remained unmoved.
Suddenly the crowd made a move and an old woman, covered in blood, walked tremblingly in front of him.
The leader of the back hall suddenly became angry. He roared loudly: "You are so fucking despicable! You have to die! I will fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors!"
That mother-in-law is his mother!
Hallucination!
It’s all a fucking hallucination!
The first one is almost crazy!
When the old woman walked up to him and said, "Son..."
Before he finished speaking, the leader slapped the old woman and knocked her away more than ten feet!
The person fell unconscious on the spot!
Teeth scattered all over the floor!
The mouth and nose are bleeding!
Countless blood-red eyes suddenly glared at him at the same time!
The corpses in all directions seemed to be angered by his rebellious behavior!
The first one is a little shaken!
Is this a dream or reality? If it is a dream, why is it so real? If it were real, my mother would have passed away long ago!
A figure gradually became clear in the sky. His beard and hair were all white, and his face was full of anger. He pointed at the nose of the leader and yelled: "You evil beast! How dare you beat your own mother? You are so crazy!" The sound resounded like thunder from the sky throughout the whole world.
The first person was stunned with shock!
The figure in Tianji is none other than his father!
That figure stood upright and upright!
He suddenly remembered his childhood!
The past is like a dream, and once the gate of memory is opened, it will be like a flood that is difficult to stop!
There is a winding small river in front of my hometown. It is crystal clear. On the bank, you can clearly see the footprints left by river clams scratching through the mud at the bottom of the river bed.
There are always pairs of butterflies flying among the flowers and grass in front of the court, and their colorful wings are as beautiful as flying flowers.
The little girl wearing a butterfly flower in Uncle Tang's house next door always smiles when she meets everyone, especially when she sees herself, she smiles like a flower!
When will spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past?
Unknowingly, he suddenly felt two long-lost tears running down his cheeks!
He suddenly felt so sad that he threw himself at his mother, held her in his arms and started crying! He had no time to worry about how he could move!
The mother groaned when he picked her up, then slowly opened her eyes and said weakly: "Son, although you have gone astray, mother does not blame you. As long as you can change your ways and be a new person, mother will be relieved."
!”
Seeing his mother bleeding from her mouth and nose and out of breath, it was obvious that she was in trouble! He suddenly said: "You win!"
My mother was severely injured and dying by herself!
Regardless of whether this is a dream or not, he has surrendered!
Even in a dream, he couldn't accept that his mother fell under his palm!
Under Feng Jiuxiao's powerful and continuous psychological offensive, the leader of the back hall finally showed a flaw in his state of mind!