Who is your grandpa?
Gui Tu wanted to retort like this, but looking at that childish little face and clear black eyes, he subconsciously forced out a kind smile and said, "Well, be good, Hu Zi."
Gui Tu was horrified. He had realized that this was an illusion and a lie, but he still felt it was real. He still felt that the people in this room were his descendants and his relatives.
When thinking about ways to break out of the realm, he subconsciously wanted to avoid them, not wanting to see with his own eyes the tragic situation in which they were destroyed together with the illusion.
In fact, he tried his best to avoid thinking about their ending.
Gui Tu got out of bed and wanted to run outside, but his old body made him fall down.
"Dad, please slow down."
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
"Grandpa Zu, huh huh, it doesn't hurt..."
Gui Tu was stunned. His dying body, the caring words of his relatives, and the decades he had personally experienced every minute and every second. Every person he met was either a passerby in life, or a part of his life. part.
Everything is so real, is Da Zhuang really fake?
Gui Tu was at a loss.
"Dad, what happened to you?"
His son's call brought his thoughts back. He slowly looked around the room, met a pair of concerned eyes, and recalled the past in his mind.
When he first arrived in Rongshu Village, he was very poor. His mother-in-law thought that he was strong and a good worker, so she betrothed her daughter to him.
The couple formed a small family, relying on their hard-working hands to save a little bit of family property, have children, raise children, marry wives and daughters, and then watch their children have their own offspring.
Those difficult or warm past events are all deep in his memory. Although some of them are mottled with the passage of time, he can remember them with a little introduction and a little reminder.
Those are his lives, a life with traces to follow.
How could Da Zhuang be fake?
For a moment, Gui Tu felt that the Qimen, the demons, and the immortals were all made up by his imagination. They were reinterpretations of stories he had read and heard when he was about to die.
He closed his eyes, closed his fingers little by little, and tightened them with great effort. Deep in his soul, the distant cry continued.
He whispered over and over again, "I am Gui Tu, I am a demon. This is just an illusion, it is all fake, it is all fake. I am not Da Zhuang, and Jing An is not my brother..."
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"My father, please go to the town and ask for a doctor. He looks like he has lost his brain."
"I am Gui Tu, I am Gui Tu..." Gui Tu kept chanting. He tried hard to clench his fists, but his hands still had no strength.
All the movements were slow and weak, reminding him over and over again that he was not the young master of the Demon Sect who turned his hands to make clouds and rain, but just a dying old man.
In the Qimen Soul Lamp Hall, Gui Tu's soul lamp flashed sharply, sometimes brightly, sometimes weakly. Qimen senior officials knew that this was Gui Tu struggling on the edge of reality and illusion, and they couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring.
They were shocked by the profundity of Shao Haoyue's illusion skills, and at the same time activated their spiritual imprints with all their strength, hoping to awaken Gui Tu from the illusion.
Finally, the calls from Qimen's top management briefly overwhelmed the voices of Gui Tu's family members.
The black color in Gui Tu's eyes expanded, as if it was thick ink that couldn't be melted away. He yelled, and kept holding his grandson's arm harder and harder...
"Ah -" the grandson screamed, and Kong Wu's strong hand opened Gui Tu's hand, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"
Gui Tu tried her best to ignore those emotions called intolerance, gave up on her young and strong grandson, and instead grabbed her young great-grandson's arm, using all her strength to squeeze hard.
The anger emerging from his heart caused his old body to explode with powerful force, and he actually crushed the child's arm.
Scarlet blood dyed his eyes red, and the child's shrill screams of pain made Gui Tu's heart clenched tightly.
To his surprise, the illusion did not break. Gui Tu became more and more confused, and two sets of emotions were intertwined in his heart.
As Gui Tu, he was horrified by the power and complexity of the illusion, and worried about his own life safety;
As the stronger one, he felt sorry for his great-grandson and felt that he was worse than a beast.
Now, he only hopes that he is really Gui Tu, that all this is false, and that what he pinches off is just the enemy who intends to keep him trapped in the illusion forever, not his great-grandson's little hand.
The belief in his heart became stronger and stronger. Gui Tu felt that the strength of his body was getting stronger, and the calling in his mind was getting louder and louder.
His consciousness was finally no longer chaotic and tangled. He understood who he was and the current situation.
Unexpectedly, Shao Haoyue's illusion is an illusion developed independently by the thoughts of living beings. It is very different from other illusions. It will not lure the target into sinking with love, hatred, and anger.
It gives you a new identity and enters the mortal world. Every action you take here constitutes the trajectory of your destiny. It changes and reshapes your perception and makes you a completely different person.
The longer you are trapped, the more fateful trajectories you have, and the more you believe in this world, the harder it will be to break free.
What's even more frightening is that this illusion completely suppresses his cultivation. Now, he has no cultivation and cannot use magic.
Thinking of the Huanshi Ling that flew over his head before he was struck, there was something else he didn't understand. This was the Ayane world of Huanshi Ling.
This means that if you want to escape from danger, you must first break the illusion, and secondly, you need to tear apart the world inside Ling. In addition, you must face Shao Haoyue's attack outside.
Gui Tu was also decisive. He immediately swung his fist and hit his chest hard. The demonic core in his body shattered, and streams of demonic energy as thick as soup spurted out.
With the help of these original demonic energies, Gui Tu summoned his natal giant scythe, and a hundred-foot-tall black shadow silently appeared behind him, also holding the giant scythe.
Gui Tu held the sickle tightly and slashed towards the sky. The black shadow behind him also held the sickle and slashed towards the sky.
The majestic death energy escaped from the sickle, with a soft popping sound, and a deep gap appeared in the air, getting bigger and bigger...
Shao Haoyue suddenly changed her color and shouted to Shao Haoyao: "Quickly collect the pagoda!"
At the same time, she quickly shattered the illusion and put away the consciousness of the villagers in Rongshu Village. These were the seeds of her future illusion world.
When Gui Tu opened his eyes again and sat up from the bed, Shao Haoyue knew that the situation was not good.
Gui Tu is a demon who cultivates his anger and evil thoughts. Once his evil thoughts are evoked, it will be difficult to suppress them.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a torrent of demonic energy surged out from the Fantasy Silk, and the God of Death flew out of it holding Gui Tu in his arms, straight into the sky, and soon disappeared.
Shao Haoyue and Shao Haoyao groaned one after another, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, and their natal artifacts were destroyed.
The eyes of the demons looking at them changed immediately, and they rushed towards them like lightning.
Shao Haoyue shook the Fantasy World Silk, and misty orange light flowed out to resist their attacks. Shao Haoyao also used a defensive magical weapon to resist.
However, now she and Shao Haoyao only have cultivation base in the Earthly Immortal Realm, and they have just suffered the backlash due to the loss of their natal magic weapon, so it is very difficult to resist.
Shao Haoyue gritted his teeth and said meaningfully: "It is indeed the Death God's Death activated by the nine-source demonic energy. It is really powerful."
The demons headed by Yinghui were all shocked. The original demonic energy was the essence of the demons' lifelong cultivation. Losing 90% of it not only meant almost losing a lifetime of cultivation, it was also equivalent to losing half a life!
After using Death God's Sorrow, it will damage the soul and fall into a period of weakness. The two phases are superimposed, and the young master is in danger.
What's even more frightening is that this is the Yushan Demon Realm, not their Qimen, facing a dying young master of the Qimen...
Yinghui simply didn't dare to think about the consequences.
However, no matter what you are afraid of, just when these thoughts flashed through your mind, the contact token rang, and news came from the demon soldiers in the hinterland of the Flowing Fire Wasteland that the two Phoenix Guards had escaped, and the direction of one of them happened to be Gui Tuli. direction to go.
The two Phoenix Guards on this road are both Daluo Jinxian cultivation level!
Yinghui didn't even bother to give orders to her subordinates, she turned around and chased him that way.
Not only her, but the five Youmo Realm officers also received this message. They looked at each other and rushed in that direction. One of them did not forget to give the order: "Third and fifth battalions follow!"
Killing the Princess of the Phoenix Clan is important, but it cannot be exchanged for the life of their young master.
Half of the people left, especially several high-level demon generals. Shao Haoyue breathed a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the uneasy mood of the demon soldiers, he brazenly activated the Nirvana Heavenly Fire to cut a bloody path and fled with Shao Haoyao.
On the other side, Yinghui, who chased out, quickly found Gui Tu. The death of the god of death was over. Gui Tu was lying on the red sandstone, almost covered by the rolled up red sand.
Yinghui rushed over quickly, but before she could get close, she had to change her path to meet the oncoming Phoenix Guards.
As soon as there was a fight, Yinghui was knocked backwards by the feather blade. She was only at the late stage of the Nether Demon Realm, so she was no match for Huang Wei. Fortunately, five other Nether Demon Realm officers also rushed over.
The last demon soldiers who arrived rushed towards Gui Tu.
Yinghui was greatly worried. This Phoenix Guard was not only highly skilled in martial arts and proficient in fighting skills, but the moves and martial arts he performed and the magical items he used were all rare and top-grade. They couldn't resist him for long.
She could only shout to the soldier without looking back: "Take the young master away! Hurry!"
At this time, Yinghui saw the eyes behind Huang Wei's mask showing surprise, and her attacks on them slowed down a bit.
The first thought that flashed through Yinghui's mind was that this was Huang Wei's conspiracy to distract her, but she soon realized something was wrong. The other party's strength could completely crush them, so there was no need to distract her.
The next second, she heard the soldiers shouting in horror, "Young Master!"
Yinghui turned her head suddenly and saw a wide and long machete whirling, and heads flying into the sky. One of them was Gui Tu's!
"Little Lord!"
Yinghui's mind buzzed. Wasn't there only one Phoenix Guard coming in this direction? Don't the Phoenix Guards use unified feather blades?
"Who? Come out!" she shouted angrily.
The wide and long machete finally made its final arc in the air, and countless blood lines gathered at the handle. Endless blood gushes out from nothingness, falling like a waterfall.
As the blood peels off, a slender, white hand appears at the handle of the knife, as if a bright red curtain has been lifted, and then a bright wrist, snow-white sleeves, and graceful shoulders appear...
In a moment, the bloody 'curtain' was completely lifted, and the girl in white clothes and white skirt floated in the air, her beautiful face as ice-like as snow.
The girl's hand holding the knife slowly lowered, and the blood all over her body seemed to hit a depression and flowed towards the broadsword, soon covering it entirely.
The bright red blood seemed to be boiling, bubbling and gurgling, and then the blood evaporated bit by bit.
"You...who are you?" Yinghui asked tremblingly. For some reason, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw the girl.
The low-level magic soldiers all turned pale, and some of them simply fainted.
The girl ignored it. When the last drop of blood was dried, she raised her eyes and looked into the distance, with a slight smile on her lips.
"Happy cooperation, Yunli."
