This series of changes and developments made Song Jinxi confused.
She felt as if she had become the state she was in before Jiang Zicheng. She was hit hard by this series of events, and it was hard for her to accept it, especially when faced with such a cruel and bloody truth.
Even Song Jinxi, who was called extremely murderous, felt disgusted.
"W-What the hell is going on?!"
"As I said, things are complicated."
Feng Qingwu said quickly. Before Song Jinxi could react, she picked up the cub beside her and held it in her arms: "Now is not the time to explain to you. We can't defeat this beast!"
As Feng Qingwu’s words fell——
"Humans, go to hell!"
The dragon that was originally driven into the cave wall rushed out in the blink of an eye, almost roaring and rushing in front of them. With a roar, waves of sound shook the air, forming circles of waves that could crush the space.
Obviously, Jiaolong, who didn't care much at first, was completely angry.
The attack of that jade pendant is the last weight to anger the dragon!
The moment he rushed over, Feng Qingwu was already prepared. He held Mu Jiuke in one hand and rushed towards Song Jinxi, avoiding the attack.
At this time, Song Jinxi came to his senses belatedly.
Song Jinxi's face looked a little ugly. She didn't expect that Jiaolong could be so powerful even if it was still powerful. It was hard to imagine that what she and Feng Qingwu had planned before was such a ferocious beast. It was really hard to imagine.
But just when Song Jinxi was somewhat retreating——
"It's just the end of a strong crossbow."
Feng Qingwu's gentle yet firm voice came.
Her beautiful eyes stared at the dragon coldly: "It is bound by a seal. The way to break it is probably the powerful monk who seals it!"
The most important thing is that Feng Qingwu still remembers what happened in her previous life. From the perspective of her Yuan Ying stage, the remaining power of the dragon is the strength of the Yuan Ying stage.
If it is in its heyday, it is certain that it will be at least the stage of becoming a god.
With such strength, Feng Qingwu dared to be sure that if there were no other means, even if Qingheng Sword Master came, it would probably be a fierce battle, and Yue Mingshi in his previous life would not be able to obtain the inner elixir so easily.
So - is it that?
Just as an idea flashed in Feng Qingwu's mind, the dragon roared again. It wanted to crush the two of them into pieces with its huge body, but it didn't expect that the chain in the way would pull it tightly.
Although he could crush them with his residual power, if Feng Qingwu and the others were to withdraw from the attack range, the dragon would be unable to do anything to them.
When he thought of this, the dragon's vertical pupils emitted a cold light.
"Is my seal the capital for your wanton behavior?"
"Humans, you will pay for this-"
As he spoke, Jiaolong raised his head and let out bursts of roars, but this time it did not cause any damage. It was more like forming strange sound waves, rippling around in circles, dragging Feng Qingwu and the two people who stayed here. Enter fantasy.
There was hateful hatred and ridicule in Jiaolong's eyes.
"You will die in your deepest pain!"
"Fall into this illusion of despair!"
In order to take revenge on the humans who had fooled him, the dragon almost used its maximum strength to build an illusion, which only enveloped the entire cave. But even the monks in the Nascent Soul stage would probably be dragged into it and trapped.
After the illusion was successfully constructed, the blood pool and the corpses in it seemed to have noticed strange fluctuations in demon power. The light and charm in it suddenly bloomed, and the sudden backlash made the dragon a little weaker.
It could only be forced to hover over the cave, looking coldly at the unconscious Feng Qingwu and Song Jinxi. It didn't even have a chance to hit the target, but——
"Ha, stupid humans."
"The illusion I created cannot be broken by you people!"
Although it couldn't last up the damage, the dragon was very confident in its illusion. However, when it noticed the only dark cub that could still run around under the cave, a subtle and not obvious sense of crisis emerged.
Jiaolong's head was full of questions: What happened to this spiritual pet?
What is its identity, and why can it resist the illusion of a majestic dragon!
At this moment, Mu Jiuke was anxiously surrounding Feng Qingwu.
He really felt a headache. He didn't expect that Jiaolong was trapped, and now the biggest method was to use illusion. This made Mu Jiuke not know how to help Feng Qingwu get out of trouble, and he was so anxious that he scratched his own hair.
Seeing Song Jinxi and Feng Qingwu falling into a dream at the side, he was twitching uncontrollably at this moment, as if he was experiencing despair, his whole body was trembling, and the breath on his body was rising and falling.
Mu Jiuke finally stopped hesitating.
"Damn it, this stupid woman's cultivation is nothing more than qi training, and she will only last longer than Song Jinxi. We can't wait any longer, wait any longer..."
"I'm afraid the body will be too cold and I will have to be buried with him!"
As soon as he gritted his teeth, Mu Jiuke jumped directly onto Feng Qingwu's chest and lay on it. Even though his furry head rested on a soft touch, he had no time to think about it and took the initiative to sink his consciousness.
Above the cave, the dragon, which had been weakened by the backlash, rarely raised his eyes and looked at the dark cub, with doubts in his vertical pupils.
"I didn't expect that there would be people who took the initiative to jump into the illusion."
"Since you are willing to die, then die with your master!"
…
At this moment, in the fantasy realm.
When Mu Jiuke woke up again, a majestic mountain gate appeared in front of his eyes. On it were the three characters "Tianxuanmen" carved with his fingers, which was no different from reality.
But Mu Jiuke knew that this was an illusion.
Likewise...it's also Feng Qingwu's memory.
"Oh, what a stupid woman who doesn't make people worry."
Mu Jiuke couldn't help but sigh, raised his hand to his forehead, and sighed helplessly. But at this moment, when he saw his slender fingertips, he realized in hindsight - he changed Back to human form? !
A tall man wearing a black background with gold patterns and a loose Chinese uniform stood in front of the gate of Tianxuanmen. His aura was almost overwhelmingly strong and unavoidable, making it difficult to resist.
His face is as handsome as a god, with an evil beauty.
The deep black eyes were filled with mist-like blood.
After a short silence, Mu Jiuke finally came to his senses, and he had some speculations in his mind - perhaps it was because the root of the illusion was the cognition of oneself, and the extraction of memories to form the illusion.
Mu Jiuke's understanding of himself was never that of a dark cub.
Therefore, what you project into the illusion is your true appearance.
Just when Mu Jiuke thought of this, he suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from behind the mountain gate, and his heart seemed to be faintly throbbing.
He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked——
