Arutu used both hands to break off Ruomo's hand, but he impatiently increased the force on his neck.
The feeling of being on the verge of death filled Arutu with fear, "I...take..."
Ruomo let go, his cloudy eyes filled with coldness, "Don't play tricks, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, Arutu quickly said, "I don't dare."
Seeing his cowardice, Shui Wuyou sighed slightly, waving his sleeves, the sky and the earth darkened.
"If you want to leave my illusion, it depends on whether you have the ability."
Arutu was falling into the abyss, unable to reach the ground until a hand supported his back.
He looked down and saw that the abyss beneath his feet turned into solid ground.
The ugly sea monster stood beside him and snorted coldly, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
He seemed to have seen Shui Shengyan when he was a child, holding a conch and standing on the shore of Wuyou Sea, with red eyes and silent silence.
"Xiao Yan, we have gone to the bottom of the sea to look for your sister's body, but the Wuyou Sea is so big that we really can't find it..."
"Go back. Even if you wait at the beach every day, that Wuyou girl will not come back to life."
"If you weren't playful and ran away from the Wuyou Sea and got poisoned, how could your sister find the antidote for you and die in the Wuyou Sea?"
"Shui Shengyan, do you think Shui Wuyou will still be there to protect you?"
"..."
"Ruo Mo, I will lead our Ling clan to regain its former glory!"
"What will the Sea of Worry look like in thousands of years?"
"Ruo Mo, how come our Ling Clan has withered into what it is now?"
"Why didn't you do what you promised me?"
The light and shadow were constantly changing, the voices were scattered, and the noise was buzzing in Arutu's ears. His vision went dark, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Only then did the depression in his heart dissipate.
The intertwined illusions finally stopped. Arutu sat paralyzed on the sand. He looked up and saw an ugly sea monster holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, thrust into his heart.
The tsunami receded, the wind and sand stopped rising, and the sky was clear and cloudless.
The sun shone on the girl's face, making her expression unclear.
It was a sunny day, but Arutu shivered.
Is she a water-born smoke?
He was able to make this sea monster commit suicide through the illusion.
Moreover, the illusion fighting skills between the two are so unpredictable and unpredictable that even some elders in the clan cannot reach this level.
How is aquatic smoke made? Could it be that she had been hiding her clumsiness before?
Arutu was helped up by Amudan, still looking lost.
Shui Wuyou patted his sleeves and walked by. Amu felt Arutu trembling. Is he afraid that water will produce smoke?
What happened in the fantasy?
Deep confusion arose in Amu's heart, and he turned to look at the girl in green. She was calm and composed from beginning to end, and seemed to know everything.
But of course it was impossible for him to ask her.
After getting rid of Ruomo, Shui Wuyou was in a very good mood. He felt that the sunshine of Wuyou Sea had never been so bright.
"Go to Zhu Wu's house."
No one stopped them, and the journey was smooth.
Amu asked about the doubts in his heart, and Arutu, who always had his eyes on the top, said cautiously, "It was Shui Shengyan who used illusions to confuse the sea monster and made him commit suicide."
Arutu didn't dare to take credit, so he told the truth.
"But isn't her cultivation so low that she can't even transform into a flower?" Amu asked in disbelief.
This is something that the entire Ling clan knows.
Arutu thought of Shui Shengyan's superb illusion skills and remained silent, even with a look of reverence in his eyes.
This is the real illusion, the path that the Ling people should pursue.
"By the way, where is the patriarch?" The heat in Arutu's eyes subsided, "Such a big thing happened, and he didn't even show up."
Amu shook his head, he didn't see the clan leader either.
…
"The tsunami has receded. Can I go out? Old man."
Sanqing stood by the door, eagerly reaching out his hand.
Zhu Wu glanced at her, "You don't wait until your friend comes back?"
Sanqing said: "With such a huge formation outside, I was worried about Fu Zhu, so I went out to look for her."
Feng Jingsu, who had woken up, wrapped himself in a quilt and looked out the window. The door was opened from the outside, and two people came in one after the other.
Sanqing heard the movement, turned his head, and immediately greeted him happily, "Fu Zhu! I'm keeping a good guard here and no one is coming in."
She said as if taking credit, her round eyes sparkling.
Seeing her bouncing around, Shui Wuyou couldn't help but sigh, she was so energetic, she recovered so quickly after being poisoned by some sand.
"Miss Fu Zhu, Miss Sheng Yan..."
Feng Jingsu was wrapped in a quilt and greeted the two of them at the threshold.
Compared to Sanqing, he was much weaker, with almost no blood on his lips.
Shui Wuyou smiled at him apologetically and handed him what he took from Ruomo.
Feng Jingsu took it hesitantly, "Miss Shengyan, is this for me?"
Sanqing stood on tiptoe and looked around, muttering angrily, "Why did Shui Shengyan give Feng Jingsu something?"
Fu Zhu lowered his eyes to look at her and said softly, "She also prepared something for you."
The uneasiness in Sanqing's heart suddenly disappeared.
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
Fu Zhu took out the wooden box Shui Wuyou gave him from the Shulan Dzi Bead. It had three layers in total. The top layer was empty and had been given to Feng Jingsu.
In fact, the talisman beads on the remaining two floors have not been seen yet.
Sanqing couldn't wait to open the wooden box, and there was a Tridacna shell hairpin, which was white and brown, forming a Tai Chi shape, showing a pearl-like luster.
"This is the Huanlong Spirit Mirror. Wearing it can transform your appearance." Shui Wuyou said softly.
But for the Ling people, it has no effect. They themselves know illusions.
"So magical?"
Sanqing raised his hand and inserted the hairpin into his hair, "Fu Zhu, have I changed?"
Feng Jingsu said: "No."
"I asked about the talisman beads, but I didn't ask about you." Sanqing frowned and said in disgust.
Fu Zhu didn't answer, but instead glanced at Shui Wuyou first. She explained to San Qing, "You can't think about your own appearance."
"oh!"
Sanqing suddenly realized, and in the next moment, the little face became unfamiliar.
Feng Jingsu always felt awkward looking at it.
Sanqing seemed to have discovered something interesting. He was changing things around in front of the mirror. He didn't stop until he remembered that there was still something he hadn't looked at.
The space on the third floor of the wooden box is relatively deep, and a total of two things are placed there, a storage bag and a white porcelain bottle.
Sanqing opened the bag, took a look, and immediately tied it up. There were many shiny spiritual stones.
"Inside the bottle is the sword-nurturing spring. Ruomo found the dragon-slaying sword and what's left."
While Shui Wuyou was talking, Sanqing opened the porcelain bottle, and after discovering that it was indeed the Yangjian Lingquan, he stuffed the talisman beads into it along with the storage bag.
She knew that these two things were needed by Fu Zhu.
But Feng Jingsu's mind was filled with the words "Dragon-Slaying Sword".
Who kills the dragon?
Where did the dragon come from?
Miss Shengyan and Miss Fuzhu, what are they talking about? Why can't he understand?
Zhu Wu, who was smoking a heavy cigarette outside the door, paused slightly with his hand movements. After a moment of silence, he continued to smoke.
(End of chapter)
