The farmer spoke, but he walked towards Wu Xian step by step in the painting.
The farmer's tiny black boy stared at Wu Xian and asked, "Don't do it? You said I won't do this? Then what do you think I should do?"
The questioning was full of malice, and the farmer threw the hoe in his hand hard to the side, as if he was trying to inflict a crime.
The hoe happened to be thrown on the head of the child with only dead bones in the woman's arms, smashing half of the child's skull.
The woman who was breastfeeding raised her head and looked at the farmer.
The other people in the painting seemed to be able to hear Wu Xian's voice, and slowly turned their faces to him one by one.
Those people's eyes were like farmers, full of evil questioning and malicious look.
When the people in the painting turned their eyes to Wu Xian, Wu Xian was surprised to find that the faces that originally Mo Hu were gradually becoming clearer.
The breastfeeding woman suddenly stood up, and at this moment she seemed to have forgotten that she was still holding a child in her arms.
When she got up, she let go of her hand. The baby bones she was holding in her arms immediately rolled out of her arms to the ground and fell into a mess of white bones.
The woman swung the farmer's hoe, waved it hard to the farmer's head, and scolded: "You smashed my child to death, I'm going to smash you to death!"
The farmer's head was beaten away by a woman's hoe, and the body fell to the ground.
This is like a nonsensical movie, but in Wu Xian's eyes, it makes him feel extremely real.
He seemed to know in his heart that the world was so chaotic and cruel.
He was in pain, but all he could do now was to watch all this happening in front of him with even more pain and helplessness.
The farmer's body hit a man next to him who was walking towards Wu Xian, and the man immediately fought with the woman again...
In the blink of an eye, many corpses were stepped on under the feet of these people.
Wu Xian was terrified to find that these people were desperate as long as they started.
Even if it is just for a trivial matter, he will fight with others.
More and more people are killed, and the corpses are being beaten into flesh and blood.
The wide eyes were filled with resentment or reluctance, and in a blink of an eye, someone's feet stepped on the head into the dirty black mud.
Even the children who did not join the war waved sticks and beat the corpses that turned into meat paste.
Wu Xian cried, his heart filled with endless despair.
He seemed to have forgotten that he was a monk, and he was sad for these people who had completely lost their minds and fought each other wildly.
But the next moment, he bent down, picked up a half-finished kitchen knife on the ground, and walked towards the people who were fighting step by step...
"Zheng——"
The clear and evangelized sword sounded from Wu Xian's mind.
Wu Xian's brain seemed to be cut off by the sword's ringing in an instant. The Baihui point above his head was so painful that it hurt like a bone-chested, and it hurts along the Dazhui to the soles of his feet.
This severe pain penetrated his body. Wu Xian suddenly slapped, and the world in front of him began to change.
The dark and dry tomb is surrounded by Yueya and Jiange, as well as his own sect’s brothers.
The warm light of torches flashed in the tomb chamber, illuminating the murals on the wall.
Wu Xian found that his monk's suit was soaked in sweat, and sticky lakes were attached to his skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Since he started practicing, he has not remembered how many years he has not sweated so much.
But Wu Xian couldn't take care of his uncomfortable clothes, and his eyes were eager to search the wall.
Then he found the farmer and the woman among the many people in the mural.
The farmer is still hoeing the lifeless mud with a hoe.
The woman is still feeding babies who have become dead bones.
Everything in the painting seems to have not changed.
But Wu Xian's mood changed.
He felt that he was standing in the middle of them just now.
Even through the murals at this moment, he could still feel their boundless despair and suffering.
Wu Xian's eyes were wet again. At this time, a hand came to his face, and a pill was placed in his palm.
Wu Xian's red eyes left the mural and looked at the owner of this hand.
Yueya looked kind and said: "Take this elixir and take a break, and don't look at these murals for now."
After saying that, she left the elixir to Wu Xian and walked towards the next disciple.
Wu Xian then realized that the other disciples were either standing or squatting, some were in great pain and some were hysterical.
Everyone's condition is different, but they are all the same pain.
A sharp sword intent hung above Yu Xinzhu's head.
When she passed by each disciple, the pure Xiao Sha's sword intent passed through the center of the disciple's head.
Then the disciple quickly woke up from a dream.
Wu Xian remembered that he had heard a sword sound before he woke up.
It turned out that all of them were trapped by the illusion demon on the mural.
The disciple who had taken the pill quickly recovered and did not sink into the illusion.
Yu Xinzhu finally came to Yan Yan's body, but did not use her sword intent to kill Yan Yan's spiritual sense.
Wu Xian was a little surprised.
He heard from his master that the sect leader had already won the realm of transformation.
But even the little master of Jiange is fine, why would the sect leader of the God Transformation Realm be trapped by the mural demon?
Wu Xian was a little worried and walked to Yueya and asked in a low voice: "Senior Yue, why didn't the little Pavilion Master awaken the Sect Master?"
Yueya smiled and asked, "I didn't see how different your sect leader is from others?"
After being mentioned by Yue Ya, Wu Xiancai went to see his sect leader carefully.
Yan Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, and the torch that could not be burned was inserted in front of him.
Yan Yan closed his eyes slightly, and his expression was peaceful. He put one hand on his legs casually and twisted a simple trick with the other.
Wu Xian is very familiar with this tip, which is the tip of meditation in the introductory practice.
Wu Xian was surprised: "Did the sect leader take the initiative to enter the mural illusion?"
Yan Yan's posture was obviously prepared in advance.
"Who will go to hell if she doesn't go to hell? You sect leader has always been like this!"
When Yu Xinzhu spoke, she rolled Yan Yan's eyes and turned her face to the side, obviously being angry.
Wu Xian shut his mouth very consciously.
But everyone knows that Yu Xinzhu can't really get angry with Yan Yan.
Because Yan Yan always takes risks like this, she was too worried but she couldn't do anything to her.
Although Yu Xinzhu was stubborn, the sword intent on her forehead did not restrain herself.
With that strong sword intent, she also imitated Yan Yan's example, inserted the torch in front of her and sat down cross-legged beside her.
This is ready to wake Yan Yan at any time.
Yan Yan's expression was always very calm, and the illusion she experienced seemed different from what Wu Xian and the others had experienced.
In fact, Yan Yan was in an illusion that was exactly the same as Wu Xian and the others.
The difference between Yan Yan and Wu Xian and the others is that Wu Xian and the others do not know that they are in the illusion, which leads to empathy between the spirit and the situation in the illusion.
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Yan Yan always knew that she was in an illusion.
After experiencing a wasteland, Yan Yan's mind and nature are a great temper.
Huang is the top illusion monster in the entire Eastern Continent. Yan Yan travels back and forth through its illusion, and is tortured by the past and future illusions of the past and future in the illusion of the realm of Huang.
After experiencing that battle, any illusion was like a house in Yan Yan's eyes.
I won’t say this, I will watch you perform. Whether it’s broken depends on your mood.