Xiang Shu allowed Lu Zhu to hit and curse him without fighting back.
The blood flowed slowly, and she felt that her whole body was immersed in ice, so cold.
"Did you see it? This is the result you have been feeling guilty and longing for. If he doesn't die, you will have to die for him."
The demonic voice was full of malice, and continued to whisper into Xiang Shu's ear, "You suffered so much in your previous life, and it took a lot of effort to live another life, but you are willing to die like this?"
"He is your enemy, death is not a pity!"
"kill him!"
Xiang Shen's face turned cold, and the dagger in his hand came out. The magic voice in his ears suddenly laughed, "That's it, kill him with one knife, and you can regain your life!"
Before he finished speaking, he swung his dagger at Shu, but the direction was not to the opposite side, but behind him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three of the twelve transparent silk threads connected to his back were disconnected, and Xiang Yu's dim pupils suddenly regained some brightness.
The old man was secretly shocked.
How can it be?
He used several illusions as a basis to quickly destroy Xiang Shu's mind. The process was extremely smooth, and he was only one step away from being completely destroyed.
At this moment, 90% of Xiang Shu's sanity must have fallen into the abyss, and he is only conscious. How can he have the strength to resist?
The old man couldn't figure it out, but his movements were not slow. He reached out and grabbed three broken silk threads, and forced them into Xiang Shu's back.
The thread becomes unstable and the illusion collapses.
In the outside world, Xiang Shen's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and the Ruoshui River was flooded up to his neck.
In a state of confusion, Xiang Shu walked forward aimlessly.
She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't want to stop.
In the hazy smoke, Xiang Shu saw the shadow of a huge tree root in the distance.
"Big wood..."
She murmured softly, stumbled and quickened her pace. The moment she broke through the smoke, her field of vision shrank rapidly, and she was finally confined to a corner of the world, unable to move.
This perspective is very familiar.
It seemed like a long time ago that she spent every night in her dream watching and listening like this, with a peaceful mind.
This time, why didn't I hear the sound of the big wood?
Just as he was wondering, Xiang Shu's vision suddenly went dark, and his body was picked up and hung in the air.
Then her vision lit up, she squinted her eyes, opened them again, and met a pair of eyes.
These eyes were aloof and indifferent.
Through his pupils, Xiang Shu saw himself.
It was a somewhat damaged and dirty doll, and it looked a little cold when he held it in his hands.
After just looking at each other for a moment, Xiang Shu was placed on the table again and put aside.
Yes.
This was her first meeting with Da Mu.
In the dream, she was just an ordinary puppet on the big wooden table.
Even sometimes, she couldn't tell whether the big piece of wood was talking to her or to another being in the dream space.
What she was thinking, and even her desire to see her, might not be worth a penny in the eyes of Da Mu.
Everything was just wishful thinking on her part.
"He is a high-altitude god, so why would he care about a mere puppet? A mortal?"
"If he really cared, how could he not save me until he died?"
"There are ten thousand ways he could have saved you, but he just watched you die."
"Heaven is ruthless, how can you expect God to be compassionate?"
The bewitching voice sounded at the right time, "I want to catch up with him, I want to see him, I want to be impressed by him, and recognized by him. You can become the same existence, give up love, give up everything, do whatever it takes to overturn the way of heaven!"
"Everyone is the enemy of your enlightenment! You cannot waver in the slightest. Only in this way can you survive and see him."
As soon as the words fell, the illusion of the sacred tree dispersed with the wind, and figures came out of the haze in front of them. Their faces were all distorted and ferocious to varying degrees, but Xiang Yu recognized them at a glance.
"Qinji, fourteen..."
She was lost in thought, muttering to herself, and the dagger in her hand materialized once again.
"Go ahead and kill them and you will be free."
The silk thread pushed forward slightly and staggered to a stop in front of the piano machine. He closed his eyes and opened them again. His lonely face showed murderous intent, and he turned around and waved his hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Half of the twelve silk threads were broken directly.
The old man's face was cold and he was about to reconnect the six silk threads, but Xiang Sheng swung his dagger away again.
"Old guy, get out of here!"
The illusion was silent for a moment, and the old man's voice suddenly came from all directions.
"You are the first one who can break free from my control repeatedly."
Xiang Shu remained indifferent and held the dagger tightly in his hand to prevent the old man from appearing from any direction.
"I don't understand, how can you still stay awake when your mind is so confused?"
Xiang Shen twitched the corner of his lips with a cold arc, "Those imposed thoughts? It's really ridiculous, old man, I can't defeat you, but there is one thing... Even if they are true, I can kill you, but I will never listen to you. He was ordered to kill one after another."
"What's the difference? If you can give up your seven emotions and six desires, you will still be you, and you will live a better and more carefree life. I am helping you."
"Old guy, have you been dead for too long and lost your humanity?"
Xiang Shen looked sarcastic and said softly: "I am a person, a living person. I can live, but not as a puppet. That's all, why am I telling you so much? A dead person like you will probably never live. I don’t understand.”
The illusion fell into a long silence.
Xiang Shen pursed his lips, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The thread behind her was broken, but her mind was still affected, turning into a mess, and her ability to think was greatly restricted.
She wasted a lot of words and deliberately angered the old man, just to gain some time to think.
This old thing only appeared in the ancient city and had never appeared physically. She had long suspected that he was the remnant soul of a monk from tens of thousands of years ago. Now that he was haunting her, he was probably related to Qingtian.
He gave himself the Breath Condensation Technique, but his motive is unknown.
But the gift of the wall-penetrating technique this time was a real calculation. The red light shining through the window in the illusion was clearly the same as the red light shown by the wall-penetrating technique.
From then on, she stepped into this person's trap. As long as she used the wall penetration technique, she would be trapped in the illusion prepared by this person, making it difficult to escape.
But then again, nothing is absolute.
It is true that this person can influence the illusion, but the illusion is born in the weak water river. The weak water river is a test, not a dead end. Even if it is changed by it, there must be a way to break it!
How on earth can we get out?
She thought exhaustively, but before she could think of a solution, the old man's voice reappeared.
"Qingtian has been dead for many years, but he can still choose a successor. His vision is indeed good. It's a pity..."
The old man's regretful voice was full of coldness, "If you don't want to follow my wishes, then you can immerse yourself in the weak river and become a resentful ghost who will never be reincarnated."
After the old man finished speaking, countless threads swept in from all directions.
Xiang Shu raised his dagger and danced so tightly that he cut the silk thread, but he soon felt a burst of difficulty and his speed gradually slowed down.
"In this battle between trapped beasts, how long can you continue to struggle?"
The sarcasm echoed in his ears, Xiang Shu was distracted for a moment, and his arm was directly penetrated by several silk threads, leaving several blood spots.
Xiang Shen pursed his lips until they turned white, and decisively cut off the thread. However, at this moment, "Qin Ji" and others who were frozen in place suddenly rushed over with their teeth and claws.
Xiang Shen tightened his breathing, rolled around like a lazy donkey, and avoided the "everybody" attack in a panic, with a few more blood spots on his body.
With her left and right limbs shackled, her body quickly became riddled with holes. The blood was flowing like a stream, but he was still resisting.
Under the stimulation of severe pain, Xiang Shu's mind was calmer than ever before.
Everything that happened in the dreamland from beginning to end ran through her mind quickly.
Yes!
This old ghost likes to spy on her heart, and he will definitely use an action that she would never make to break the situation.
Is there anything that she absolutely cannot do?
She has no taboos, she just likes freedom and doesn't like being controlled.
This cannot be used as a breaking point.
Kill the old man?
I've killed him before, to no avail.
Poof!
A thread suddenly penetrated his throat, and the severe pain made Xiang Yu's eyes suddenly turn red.
She struggled to cut the thread and staggered away, feeling suffocated, but a bright light suddenly flashed in her eyes.
She got it!
She lifted the blood-stained dagger and looked at the crazy threads with cold eyes. However, she did not resist anymore. Instead, she looked decisively and stabbed the sword into the heart, turning ninety degrees.
The old man who secretly controlled the illusion changed his face and used all his strength to activate the silk thread to shoot Xiang Shu.
It's a pity that Xiang Shu's sword was too cruel!
It was so cruel that her heart was broken to pieces, and she died in an instant. Her figure faded out of the illusion and disappeared.
"Xiang! Shu!"
The old man was furious, gnashing his teeth, but had nowhere to vent.
He observed the memories of Xiang Shen's two lives. How could such a person commit suicide if he cherished his own life so much?
She actually saw through the flaw in the illusion?
"impossible……"
The old man muttered in his mouth, but he knew in his heart that this was the fact. He felt extremely aggrieved facing the empty illusion.
Even after his death, he, a dignified disciple of the Emperor... couldn't defeat a mere mortal? Simply ridiculous!
Wow——
Xiang Shen suddenly escaped from the water, jumped up, and landed smoothly on the water. He raised his head and faced a young sect disciple.
The disciples of the sect looked horrified and turned around to run away without saying a word, regardless of their unsteady feet.
If you sink into a weak river, you will definitely die. This woman emerged from the river. Whatever she was, it was definitely not a human being!
As he ran away, he secretly thought, "When I go back, I must make a note in the sect's books that there are water ghosts in this weak river!"
Not to mention how many shadows this person brought to his fellow juniors who later participated in the Dongzhou Competition after he returned. When Xiang Shu escaped from the trap, he only felt a gurgling sweet spring flowing through his heart, feeling unprecedentedly comfortable and peaceful.
The old ghost's methods were cruel, but they were not without their benefits. The difficulty of the illusion was increased. After passing the test, the feedback effect brought by the weak water river was also amazing.
She stood there digesting for a moment, and suddenly her mind became heavier and more stable. As her mind was flowing, she seemed to be able to glimpse a door.
This is... the sea of heart?
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