But what greeted them was not the light of day, nor the end of everything.

Ghost energy is divided into □□, low level is black, intermediate level is green, and high level is red.

The low-level black ones are usually the best to deal with, and the intermediate-level ghostly green ones are already powerful ghost cultivators that ordinary people cannot match. As for the red ones, there is only one Ghost King of Underworld in the world.

However, the ghostly aura erupting from the withered bones in front of them was dark green, and the light was so dazzling that Mu Liang couldn't open his eyes and could only hold on to Feng Ruqing, wanting to hold her in his arms to protect her.

As he did so, Feng Ruqing reacted just like him, wrapping her thin wrists around his arm to protect him!

The remaining disciples who were lying on the ground, although the impact was relatively small, were suppressed by the strong light and could not lift their heads. The black ghost energy dissipated and the world eyes fell apart. However, the expected end did not happen as expected.

When they arrived, they were greeted by even more powerful evil spirits.

When the strong light dissipated, the disciples discovered that they were no longer in the dirty and smelly world, and the blood and water of the stumps around them no longer existed. They were in a land of beautiful mountains and clear waters, with soft grass spread under them and the fragrance of flowers.

Birds are chirping, flowing water is gurgling, lush trees form waves of green leaves not far away, and even the wind blowing into the nose is wrapped in the refreshing fragrance of vegetation.

Everyone got up from the ground and looked around, but their hearts were filled with relief.

"What's going on? This..." The female cultivator whose calf was licked off suddenly found that her leg was healed, with intact skin and no pain!

The other disciples also got up and found that all the injuries on their bodies were healed. Not only that, the spiritual energy in this place was incredibly abundant. Even if they didn't adjust their breath with luck, there was still spiritual energy seeping into the meridians. This was simply comparable to

Soak in the spiritual pool!

Feng Ruqing and Mu Liang also got up, and after looking at each other, their faces became even more serious.

Mu Liang helped Feng Ruqing stand up and said to the disciples, "Don't relax yet. This is still not reality. Be on guard at all times."

Everyone got up from the ground and were on guard. A few people stood there for a while, then maintained their alert posture and walked along the path towards an unknown place.

"Where are we?" Some disciples couldn't help but ask.

Mu Liang frowned slightly. He rarely showed such an expression. He stretched out his hand and pulled off a leaf on the roadside, then crushed it with his hands. The green juice was stained on his fingertips, with a pleasant fragrance, but it made him feel uncomfortable.

Mu Liang's frown deepened.

"We..." He took a slow breath and looked at the expressions of the disciples, and said with some unbearability, "I'm afraid we are still in the illusion of ghost cultivators. This time we are not ghost cultivators with human souls. As I expected, it's true."

, this is the illusion of the evil deity who crouched behind Yan Liu, leading him to resurrect his soul and practice ghost ways, causing him to kill the entire village in an attempt to reshape his mother's body."

After hearing this, all the disciples had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, they were pale and even filled with despair.

"What level of ghost cultivator is this? We..." Can they really handle it?

Obviously it can't be done. This evil spirit manipulated Yan Liu and caused them heavy casualties. Now there are more than 60 people in the two sects, and only six of them are left. However, the ghost cultivator is not dead yet. Everyone looks at Mu Liang's hand.

of green juice, my heart suddenly sank to the bottom of my heart.

In addition to the color of the ghost energy, the most direct way to distinguish ghost cultivation ability is from the reality of the illusion. Although Yan Liu's illusion is real, it can only be smelled but not touched. Everything in this illusion, including the flying birds above,

The soil beneath his feet and the leaves crushed on his fingertips were all so real and tangible. It was obvious that this ghost cultivator must be powerful, so how could they be able to deal with it.

If they were facing Yan Liu, they still had a glimmer of hope of survival. But facing this powerful ghost cultivator, all they could do was probably choose how to die.

Mu Liang was always the best at soothing people, but he didn't speak at this moment. He just grabbed Feng Ruqing's arm and squeezed it unconsciously.

For a long time, they stood on the open grass, no one said anything, and finally Mu Liang spoke, "Don't separate, don't be in a hurry, at least..."

Mu Liang paused for a moment and then said, "At least we are still alive."

Everyone was moved by these words when they heard the words, and their grief was beyond words. Yes, at least they were still alive. Those disciples who died in front of them had paved the way for them to survive with their own flesh and blood. There was no reason to give up so quickly.

!

They must take the responsibility of those disciples and live together!

When everyone set out on the road again, they had regained their energy and energy. Even though their expressions were still sad, their eyes were still burning with hope.

At least they are now in full health and in all aspects. After the wounds eroded by the ghost energy disappeared, no one was afraid to fight again. They handed each other their vests and pointed their swords outward, maintaining this posture towards the end of the path.

Walk.

They don't know what kind of hell is waiting for them, but they have come to this point and they must go on.

Feng Ruqing looked around. In terms of fantasy, this was definitely the most real thing she had ever seen. It was even better than the future scenes she saw on the sky-peeping stone.

Mu Liang held her hand. His palm was moist and warm. Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant around him. She couldn't help but relax.

They all know that this may be a desperate situation. It is only a matter of time before a powerful person who can create such an illusion can trap them to death without taking action.

When people are in a desperate situation, they will have various behaviors. Feng Ruqing looked at several disciples who were sad and angry, and her senior brother was so sad. She looked away and kicked the wild flowers at her feet as she walked. Her mood was

Very peaceful.

This is just like the saying in the world: if there are too many lice, don't bite them; if there are too many debts, don't worry about them.

Feng Ruqing took hold of Mu Liang's wet palm, swung her sword, and followed the disciples slowly walking forward.

They always felt that the end of this path might be the place where they were about to die, so they were extremely nervous along the way. However, when they really met an old farmer carrying water to water vegetables at the end of the path, several of them even

is at a loss.

There was no sudden attack, no hell-like situation. They saw at the end of the path a peaceful and peaceful world.

They carefully observed the situation for a long time, and finally Mu Liang went to talk to the old farmer who was watering vegetables. The last few people were taken home by the hospitable old farmer and settled down.

Unable to take things as they came, they refused the meals prepared by the old farmers and their warm smiles, and stayed in a room fearfully, on guard from dusk to dawn.

They were cultivators, so they were not in such a state of distress after not sleeping all night. They did not regulate their breaths and meditate. Instead, they were energetic the next morning because of the abundant spiritual energy in this place.

Everyone still felt that this was a trick of the ghost cultivator, so they walked around the village together the next day. Everyone was very nice, and everyone would smile when they saw them. Compared with the village that Yan Liu visited before, this small mountain village was a different place.

A true paradise.

But they all knew that what Yan Liu showed them was the real world. In the real world, it was impossible for people to live so peacefully.

They began to look for a way out, trying to find the boundary of this illusion. However, when they walked past the small village, there were other villages, and then there were towns. Everything was both real and illusory. Everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, and it was a scene of peace and prosperity.

They don’t know how many days have passed here, how many towns they have walked through, and they even tried to pretend to kill those fake humans, but their long swords are pressed against those people’s necks, and they will ask you if you want to go to them.

Eat at home.

Days like this gradually eroded several people, and they were inevitably separated by enthusiastic and well-meaning people to do something alone.

But they were looking for no way out. They originally acted alone with the thought that being alone might lead to ghost cultivators taking action. However, every time, they returned well without attacking or anything strange.

They seemed to have fallen into an extremely soft dream, living a carefree life that countless people dream of. Such days eroded people's will, and they began to lose their guard, repeating boringly and peacefully day after day.

, letting their vigilance slip away.

Two of the disciples even began to integrate into the life of the host family. They helped the family with work every day and went to the market to buy things. When a few people got together at night, some of them would even say,

The days here are the happiest days in their lives.

There is no need to practice, your cultivation will soar on your own, there will be no disputes, no adventures, the food you eat will always be delicious, the people you meet will always be kind, and you will never retaliate if you hit or scold you.

Every time they heard this, everyone would fall silent. They could not remember how long they had been here. They only knew that the leaves seemed to have fallen many times, and the heavy snow had dyed the world here pure white countless times.

They started to get together rarely, and every time they met they were relatively silent. There was no danger or attack. In this kind of life, you don’t know what else you can do with your cultivation. Their time seems to have stopped here, and they will never be together again.

Sadness never grows old.

At a recent gathering, the coldness of the winter night was dispersed by the stove. The nun who had injured her calf suddenly broke the silence and said, "I'm getting married."

There was an extremely handsome young man in the village who had been following her for almost ten years. At first, she was wary, drove him away, insulted him, and even had murderous intentions. But in the end, she gave in and became numb, until she was cared for meticulously, and she felt affection for him.

She is a disciple of Xuanyun Mountain, and she cultivates the ruthless way, but she is tempted, and she even loses Yuan Yin, but her realm does not retreat but advances. It seems that everything in it is soaked in honey, there is no pain, no pain

sad.

"Elder brother," she looked at Mu Liang, her eyebrows no longer as sharp as those of a cultivator, but full of An Ran who was immersed in gentle and sweet dreams, "We may not be able to get out for the rest of our lives. I think it would be good to stay here for the rest of our lives.

."

"What we seek through cultivation is happiness and immortality. I have never been as happy as I am now."

After she finished speaking, she took off her sword and placed it in front of Mu Liang, "My wedding will be held early next month, and I don't want you to come."

She spoke calmly, but everyone could understand the meaning of her words. She didn't want them to go, and she didn't want their appearance to remind her that everything was false. She was willing to live in this falsehood and didn't want to extricate herself.

Everyone watched her leave in silence. After a while, someone said, "I think she is right."

Since we can't get out, we might as well enjoy this place. No one spoke in the room. After this person got up and left, the rest of the people also left one after another.

Mu Liang and Feng Ruqing were the only ones left in the room. Mu Liang put away the sword of the female cultivator and held it tightly in his hand. He was silent for a moment and said, "Her name is Xing Gu. She was less than ten years old when she entered the mountain.

The disciples of Fenxinya have a strong mind and once promised in the sect competition that they will be the best among the female cultivators of Xuanyun Mountain in this life."

Feng Ruqing listened quietly, tapping her fingers on her own legs with a calm expression. Mu Liang smiled bitterly, looked sideways at Feng Ruqing, with water in his eyes, "I'm useless, and I still can't

Find a way out of the illusion, unable to lead the disciples out..."

His voice was choked, and Feng Ruqing looked distressed. She stretched out her arms to hug Mu Liang, stroking his long hair, imitating the way he used to caress her.

"How could they forget..." Mu Liang's face was almost distorted with grief, "How could they forget the dead disciples, forget that this was an illusion, a lie, and an evil trick, they..."

Mu Liang's tears fell on Feng Ruqing's neck. Feng Ruqing didn't know what to say to comfort her. She was with Mu Liang all day long. She knew that Mu Liang had never given up breaking the illusion in the past ten years, and even killed him.

The evil person in the illusion, but no matter what he does, the illusion does not change at all. They are really trapped here, maybe... they really can't get out for the rest of their lives.

Feng Ruqing could understand Mu Liang's pain. She had seen Mu Liang hurt himself several times in order to maintain his sanity, but she could also understand the transformation of those disciples who chose to indulge in hopeless days.

Pain can easily inspire people's fighting spirit, but comfort is what can really eat away at people's souls.
To be continued...