The one who was so miserable was Zhao Congtian.

When the cold wind blew, he immediately closed his eyes and calmed down, and at the same time blessed a "Ci Guang Qing Xin Talisman". Although he had never acted with the other party, he had been in Donghai Road for a long time and had some understanding of the methods of "Da Qin Academy" and "Pearl Palace".

The illusions in the spiritual consciousness unfold one by one. At the beginning, different enemies appeared, and the trash and the wronged souls, all of which were opponents he had encountered before.

Both sides have always had grudges, and it was natural to die in their hands. Zhao Congtian was not too afraid. Although there were bursts of pain everywhere, as long as he focused his mind and resisted, the pain would become much lighter.

As the formation moves, the face of the wronged soul begins to change.

There were servants and maids who were tortured by him, low-level cultivators who were persecuted to death, and some ordinary merchants who had no grudges with him. They were forced to death by various evil means by him because they were not rich or had rare treasures, and then dominated the property industry.

Zhao Congtian knew that the so-called wronged souls were all illusions, and when he killed them, he didn't feel much guilty about celebrating the adults.

Now they were bleeding from seven orifices, their faces were terrifying, and they appeared in front of them, as if their despicable and shamelessness were suddenly revealed to the world. Zhao Congtian was in a state of great excitement and was accidentally taken advantage of by the illusion.

Zhan Zixian's chanting was all magic power, and it was magnified several times in the formation, sounding like a roar from the underworld. The sea of ​​consciousness changed again, and an extremely familiar figure appeared.

The evil soul is tall and beautiful, and is Zhao Congtian's cousin Yu.

Zhao Chongfeng's parents died since childhood and was raised by his cousin's sister-in-law. His cousin's qualifications were ordinary, and he relied on the accumulation of spiritual medicine to achieve spiritual cultivation and successfully took over the position of hereditary tribute.

After Zhao Congtian made a breakthrough, his cultivation level had surpassed his cousin. However, the only hereditary position in the clan was occupied by his cousin, so he had to start with a guest minister.

As a descendant of the "old school" in the Zhai, it is much more convenient to become a regular job than an "outsider". Even so, you need to make a practical contribution to the Zhai and accumulate achievements continuously. There is no need to say the dangers of all kinds of errands, so Zhao Congtian put his ideas on his cousin.

With his careful design, he successfully made his cousin "die in an accident". His cousin Yu discovered clues and couldn't help but curse, revealing his cousin's ugliness.

Zhao Congtian was unbalanced and raped and killed his cousin who night.

For many years, "killing relatives" has always been Zhao Congtian's heart disease. No matter how kind he treats his cousin's descendants, he is often awakened by nightmares when he dreams at midnight and sweats profusely.

Now that he was ridden by the illusion, he saw the shadow in his heart again. Yu smiled and then untied his clothes and hugged Zhao Congtian.

Suddenly, her face became ferocious, her mouth opened her sharp fangs, and bit her hard into her thighs. Zhao Congtian could no longer support her. He screamed and jumped up to escape the nightmare hell.

After modification, the "Phantom Spirit Mist Array" has no power to trap the enemy. Zhao Congtian jumped hard and easily escaped from the formation range. The illusions around him disappeared. Before the person landed, he woke up. He was defeated by the illusion force and was the first offering to be eliminated.

There were many disciples of the sect sitting on both sides of the hall. Although they did not whisper, their faces were joking and their mocking expressions were obvious.

An ominous premonition surged in Zhao Congtian's heart. He looked down and saw that at some point, the crotch was already wet in front of his pants.

The four of them entered the battle at the same time, and Jing Hua and others remained unmoved, but they made a big mistake. I am afraid that this will become a laughing stock of "Guanyuezhai" for a long time in the future.

Anger, regret, jealousy, and all kinds of emotions impacted Zhao Congtian's sea of ​​consciousness, making his eyes turn black. At this moment, a bell rang out from the formation.

"when!"

There was a noise from the disciples of the sects on both sides. Several people couldn't support them and fell to the ground in a mess. The sound of the bell also affected Zhao Congtian. His eyes turned pale and he fell to the sky and fainted.

Jing Hua sacrificed the "Soul-losing Golden Bell".

Although the illusion power in the formation is strong, it is calm and does not give the other party a gap. The virtual changes are limited in damage and cannot cause fundamental damage to the soul. Jing Hua stood up with his eyes closed and the scene changed many times in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Just now, the illusion power changed again, and Zhou Ke'er was taken by the monks of the "Wanjian Sect" and committed all kinds of violence. Knowing that it was all false illusions, Jing Hua was calm inside. However, the scene was too "vibrant", which made people feel inexplicably irritated.

Jing Hua made a quick decision and used magic weapons to interfere with the spell.

Sure enough, the bell rang, and the illusion was distorted and confused, losing the ability to seduce people. Then, Lu Yingtong threw out a few talismans. The light flashed, and the three of them felt peaceful and solemn in their hearts. The remaining images around them were like passing clouds and smoke, with no meaning at all.

"Zhengyang Souling Talisman", a high-level talisman in the Yang system. It can destroy evil and intimidate ghosts, and it is suitable for this place.

Li and Hu did not speak. Since they were fighting in a battle, they must show their magical powers. The other party did not directly attack their disciples, and whether they were magical instruments or talismans were used to fight against illusions, which was in line with the rules of the competition.

Fu and Lu sighed secretly. Zhao Congtian was not strong enough, but he was embarrassed by his own strength. He ended up like this.

The ghost in the formation gradually dissipated, and Zhan Zixian saw that the three of them were not disturbed by Yin Illusion and did not spend more time. He retreated to the formation and activated the formation, preparing to help his companions with his strength.

The monk Zuo Shu stood up. He was Lu An from the "Da Qin Academy". He was tall and thin, with very upright facial features.

Lu An reached into his arms and took out a yellow brush. The brush became bigger in the wind and instantly turned into a magic tool that was more than three feet long and thick, with the front end of the pen tip being bright red, and I don’t know what it was made of.

Lu An held a pen in one hand, standing in front of the formation and chanting something.

"Rite is the sutra of heaven, the righteousness of earth, and the actions of the people."

With a wave of the brush, a bright red word "Li" was left in the air. The red word then dissipated and merged into the formation.

Jing Hua and others could see clearly that the red light flowed into the array, becoming larger and larger, gradually fusing the changes of the qi, forming a huge "ritual" character, covering everyone's heads.

Even if the three of them close their eyes, they can feel that "ritual" is everywhere. It seems to turn into rules and systems, weighing heavily on their hearts.

The righteous spirit blessed by the "Zhengyang Soul Talisman" is slowly amplified by it, forming various shackles, which make people unable to breathe.

The soul and consciousness sea flashed, and all kinds of helplessness and constraints appeared. Heavy, rigorous, meticulous, as if there were countless roars in my heart, wanting to break the shackles and break through the cage, but were tightly suppressed by "rationality", swallowing all the unwillingness, pain and anger, and forcing the body to repeat the life that I did not want to get close to.

Among the three worshipers, Jinghua's face was the most ugly. All kinds of defenses, depression and caution after traveling through time were all backfiring, gnawing on his mind.

In the face of the Wang family's tension and caution, the helplessness and grievances of Pei Lei, and the many hardships along the way, all became huge burdens in his heart, making people feel depressed and angry.

Under extreme oppression, Jing Hua had the urge to put aside everything. He just wanted to call the rice ball, sacrifice magic weapons, and fight out of the magic circle, and kill the gods and the Buddhas.

Break free from the shackles that suppress the soul and break the cage that bullies oneself. The monk's spiritual consciousness extends and has touched the "Golden Snake Li Fire Sword" in his arms.

The sword move is about to break out!
Chapter completed!