"It's obviously the place where you have died time and time again, the cemetery where you have been buried countless times. It is the place where you control the most power and where you have the most power left. Right?"
Milo looked at Wu Jun, holding the official seal in his hand and said: "According to common sense, I can't find the exact location of this place. But who told you to be too greedy? You have wanted to seize it since I entered the Taixu Illusion Realm. The energy of Lu'an County is in me."
"For this reason, you did not hesitate to reveal your past, call the place where you live Lu'an County, and even brought me to your tomb. But I don't know that when you took away the Qi, you were also affected by the Qi of Lu'an County. Influence."
At this point, Milo stretched out his free hand, and paper butterflies landed on his fingertips. He chuckled and said, "Do you think these butterflies are really used to cover my traces? In essence, they are used to interfere with Your perception makes you think that you are taking away my energy, but you don’t know that I am using the official seal to suppress your power and deprive you of the geographical advantage you occupy."
"By the way, you got those local methods to capture Qi and the name Lu'an County from the previous people, right? It's just that there seems to be some problem with you getting the information. You are so naive. No wonder you wanted to go home, but once Died at home for the first time."
Milo's last words made Wu Jun completely lose his mind.
"I want to go back, and I will definitely go back, because we agreed!"
Wu Jun roared, and as he lost control, some secrets within the entire Taixu illusion were completely exposed.
In the mist, red and black radiance continued to emit, dyeing the surrounding area with a rusty red. The two mummies in the villa expanded rapidly under the red light, turning into two tall figures without faces, holding stains in their hands. The huge machete and ax covered with blood walked out of the villa, and rushed towards Milo with a flick of a step.
The movements of the two are obviously very unstable, but their speed is not slow.
Moreover, with every step he took, the surrounding red and black colors would converge on the machete and axe. By the time they were swung out, the machete and axe were already as huge as door panels.
However, this illusory realm is not a real material world, and its nature is closer to the spiritual realm.
The spiritual light derived from some simple spells can also be as real as real here.
What's more, the protection around Milo at this time was constructed with his own body of Zhuanzhou Dao, combined with the magic weapon Money Sword, and the accompanying baby mirror.
The huge machete and ax fell on the brilliance of Guardian Milo, like a boulder smashed into the lake. Although it caused ripples, it did no harm to the lake itself.
On the contrary, the copper coins hidden in the "lake" were stimulated and trembled continuously, and bits of golden light flowed out, spreading along the red line towards Wu Jun's body, stirring up more smoke and consuming Wu Jun's essence.
"I want to go back!"
Wu Jun, whose body was about to be completely wiped out, couldn't bear it any longer. The broken wreckage in the villa was pulled and turned into little bits of mist, which dispersed, bypassed Milo's protection, and merged directly into Wu Jun's body.
A series of dirty lines appeared on Wu Jun's body. The copper coins between his eyebrows were forced out little by little. The red thread tied to his body seemed to be affected by some force. From the original bright red with a little gold, it turned into rot. Metallic rusty red.
"Finally exposed."
Milo looked at Wu Jun in front of him, and the spell in his hand changed again. The corroded red thread once again lit up with a golden-red light, binding Wu Jun tightly.
At the same time, the surrounding copper coins shone brightly, driving away the two faceless giants who tried to attack again, and shattered them into countless mist.
Immediately afterwards, the position of the copper coin changed up and down, and the trapped Wu Jun changed with it. As the red line and the copper coin intersected, some of his limbs were continuously cut off, revealing thousands of human faces inside.
These human faces were densely packed inside Wu Jun's body, constantly struggling and twisting outwards.
Although the faces of these people are different in subtle ways, most of them look like Wu Jun on the whole. Most of them keep shouting: "Go home, go home..."
Only a handful of them had distorted faces, struggling as if they wanted to say something else.
The sound they made made the air around them become agitated, and a certain corrosive and polluting atmosphere continued to spread.
It's a pity that the copper coins and red threads that bound Wu Jun are actually the money sword, a magic weapon forbidden by the Sixty-Three Laws. It is a treasure that Qian Anhui has sacrificed and refined for hundreds of years. It is not Wu Jun at all, who has lost his geographical advantage and only has some magical powers left. Able to fight.
One copper coin after another vibrated, making a sweet sound, suppressing all kinds of noise, while constantly consuming Wu Jun's strength.
"Is this one of the core elements of this illusory realm?"
Milo looked at Wu Jun at this moment, the pity in his eyes became more obvious.
In the reincarnations again and again, the dead souls of the past have long been assimilated by Wu Jun.
Therefore, the core here is not Wu Jun alone, but a mixture of many "Wu Jun" combined.
This is why, when Milo first came, stimulating Wu Jun didn't work.
But later, when Wu Zhan communicated with Wu Jun, he would mention the reason for the wild dog pack.
They are one.
"Go back, go home..."
He lost his mind one by one, leaving only a human face derived from Wu Jun's obsession, rushing out of his body, biting around crazily, trying to devour something.
But at this moment, the surrounding void is blocked by the Money Sword, and the corresponding illusion of Taixu is suppressed by the official seal. Not to mention the human face, even Wu Jun cannot absorb power.
The Miluo Knife Jue moves the direction of the treasure mirror to reflect Wu Jun's appearance.
Some of them shouted crazily when they saw themselves in the mirror.
They seemed to recall something and launched an even crazier struggle.
Milo sat cross-legged in the air and chanted in a low voice: "The emperor's decree, transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and be blessed by all the four lives. Those with heads will transcend, those without heads will ascend, kill with spears and knives, and jump into the water and hang on ropes. Ming. Death is a dark death, injustice is wronged and death is suffered... I order to save everyone, and I am in a hurry to be reborn."
The mantra aroused the power of thought, turning into circles of halo, spreading in all directions, falling on the copper coins, and arousing golden light, which converged towards the center along the red line.
The golden light this time is different from the original one of killing evil spirits and subduing demons. It is more of a saving light with compassionate thoughts.
As a body of Zhuanzhou Dao, Milo's spellcasting is better than that of monks in the same realm. In addition, with the improvement of spells by [from the ninth grade·Miaoyou Taoist], those human faces are constantly evaporating mist under the golden light, fading away the assimilated The appearance becomes more and more transparent, revealing its original appearance.
Some of them are teenagers on the tour bus, some are Wu Jun's relatives and friends, and some are neighbors who live nearby.
One by one, with the help of the mirror light method, they broke away from Wu Jun's shackles, surrounded Wu Jun, and quietly looked at him and the only remaining Wu Zhan and his wife.
The treasure mirror also reflected everything that happened in the past.
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