Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 118: Zhong Hui attacks Shu, Wu Hou sends a dream, and the natal spirit (4.6k)

"There was a big mistake in the research of the divine weapon in Phoenix Mountain. The researchers fell into cognitive impairment and somehow bypassed the detection. The divine weapon they relied on openly betrayed us during the incident of Zhejiang Wuhou Sect and is now causing trouble for the descendants of Wuhou."

"The godheads who caused the riot were Wei's Grand Tutor Sima Yi and Wei's General Zhong Hui."

Huang Boren wanted to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help but tell the whole story.

"The Wuhou faction is located in a tourist attraction. It didn't cause any disturbance, right?" Zhao Fangxu asked.

"The riot is so serious that almost half of the Wuhou Temple has been demolished!" Huang Boren was sweating profusely, his thumb pressed on the hang-up button, but he couldn't exert enough force.

"Where are the handlers?"

"A young man from Jiangxi Yan family is handling it." Huang Boren's cold sweat dripped down his forehead and slid down his eyelids. The stinging pain made it difficult for him to open his eyes. "It's not my fault. It's Sima Zhongda who is playing tricks. How can a mortal like me compare to him? He is a great strategist who can challenge Zhuge Kongming."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

Huang Boren knew that something was wrong, and shirking responsibility at this time would only bring disaster upon himself, so he should take the initiative to take responsibility.

But it seems as if the lips he speaks are not his own.

"This is what I really think!"

Zhao Fangxu paused and said, "I'll send someone else over. You handle the matter properly here and make a report and review it when you come back. We'll talk about the rest later."

beep--

Huang Boren carefully put his phone into his chest pocket, his anger almost boiling over.

Damn it, what kind of mysterious magic is this that has caused me so much trouble. When I have dealt with it, I will throw your divine weapon into the crusher!
boom!
When Huang Boren was secretly angry, the four big pillars of the ancestral hall broke into pieces, and Zhong Hui pinched Zhuge Qing's face with one hand and rushed out.

"Mr. Kong Ming's descendants are only this bad. It's really a disgrace to your ancestors!"

Rumble!
Zhong Hui, with his muscles bulging, pressed Zhuge Qing to the ground, and the bluestone street was left with long broken marks, extending to the front yard along with the two of them.

Zhuge Qing widened his eyes and stared at the masked man through the gaps between his fingers.

"Genzi Kunlun can be shaken so easily."

"No! I shouldn't say I was shaken. I never used it at all."

The next second, everything in Zhuge Qing's eyes was reversed, left became right, right became left, and it seemed as if the world before his eyes was a mirror world with the sky and the earth hanging upside down.

"what happened?"

"In the eyes of Prime Minister Han, this is just an insignificant little mystical technique."

Disorder reversal can distort and destroy people's cognition, thinking, and feelings to a certain extent. In severe cases, it can even cause a complete reversal. It is a technique that can affect the nerves, especially changing the opponent's regulatory system.

"Xun Zi Erlang Bu Feng!"

call!
A strong wind gradually arose, whistling past Zhong Hui. The swirling wind wall protected Zhuge Qing. By the time he broke free and stood up, his back was already covered in blood.

When the Qimen Imaging Heart was used, Zhuge Qing's eyes glowed with a dim light, and the strange phenomenon in front of him and the operating mechanism of the magic technique appeared abstractly. He saw large and small vortices condensing around Zhong Hui, and his body was twisting and changing in them.

With Zhong Hui as the center, a deep-sea whirlpool formed under his feet, sucking the surrounding objects towards the center. Things that were contaminated by the whirlpool would be covered with mosquito coil-shaped spirals.

This dazzling spiral pattern becomes denser the closer you get to the bell.

If you get closer, you will also be affected.

"It's indeed not that sophisticated. The farther the distance, the weaker the effect of the magic." Zhuge Qing said with a smile.

In this way, all you have to do is step out of the range of the vortex.

Zhuge Qing then took a few steps forward, grasped a stream of red flame with one hand and threw it forward. With a spiral movement, the trajectory of the flame deviated. Not only that, even Zhuge Qing's position changed.

Under the imaging technique, the vortex on the soles of his feet had spread to Zhuge Qing's feet at some point.

"If I deliberately approach you, how will you respond?" Zhong Hui leaned forward and rushed forward, standing behind Zhuge Qing with his face close to his left ear.

Zhuge Qing leaned sideways to elbow Zhong Hui, but at this time his thoughts and vision were moving in opposite directions. He tried to avoid the chaos, and the elbow aimed at the neck still deviated from its target and just brushed past Zhong Hui's right cheek.

"It's useless. People are most used to using vision. In front of my magic, the idea of ​​relying on vision to fight will become unattainable. Even if you can react, your reflex nerves are still out of control."

"The more skilled you are, the more this is the case."

Zhong Hui grabbed Zhuge Qing's hanging arm and threw him backwards.

The wounded body stumbled and fell into the dilapidated Prime Minister's Temple like a piece of stone floating on the river.

"I lost twice in one day. Zhuge Qing, what on earth are you doing?" Zhuge Qing asked himself, gritting his teeth.

And was beaten into the same place!
At this time, it was the foot of the statue of Kong Ming, and green smoke was curling up from the incense burner, and the incense offered by tourists had not yet dissipated.

The big hole in the eaves let in weak sunlight, which was reflected on the half-destroyed face of the statue of Kong Ming.

Zhuge Qing raised his arms to cover his face, feeling a burning pain on his back.

The pride of the Wuhou faction and personal self-esteem are almost as shabby as the Prime Minister's ancestral hall.

Click, click!
Kong Ming was peeled off like a piece of rubble, revealing the clay inside. The incense and power of faith condensed in it diffused layer by layer like mist. The jade stone on Zhuge Qing's chest flickered with a faint light, absorbing all the scattered faith.

A calm, composed voice came from it.

"That's not how you fight."

"Warlocks seek benefits and avoid harm, and are best at taking advantage of changes in the world. It's just a slight change in vision and thinking cognition, and you can't handle it?"

Zhuge Qing staggered to his feet. The voice came from his chest, but it was directly imprinted in his mind.

"Who?"

"Step on the center palace and set up the Qimen formation." The voice ignored him and gave the order directly.

Zhuge Qing did as he was told and performed the Qimen Bureau outside the door. He moved the four plates of heaven, earth, man and gods, and Zhong Hui, who came over at a leisurely pace, just stopped at the edge of the casting range.

"Imagery method, open."

Zhuge Qing's eyes glowed dimly, and the strange and bizarre vortex pattern spread out again, revealing the trajectory of Zhong Hui's magic.

"He has his disorderly domain, and we have our strange game."

"The chessboard is set up, and that creates the atmosphere for a game of chess."

Zhuge Qing swallowed a few times, his mind was stirred into chaos by the vortex, his eyes were dazzled, and his head was splitting.

"Calm down, start with the details, and put the big picture aside for now."

Following the voice's instructions, Zhuge Qing calmed his mind and tried his best to avoid the chaotic and changing vortex.

Zhong Hui was stunned and became stiff. The feeling he had about the person in front of him had changed.

With a furious rush, Zhong Hui ran over quickly, hooked his hands into claws, and dug out the heart of a tiger.

“See the direction of the vortex, don’t resist, don’t go against the current, but use the force to move along with the changes in the vortex’s swing.”

Upon hearing the sound, Zhuge Qing gave up the idea of ​​knocking back Zhong Hui's palm. Instead, he followed the undercurrent around him, turned to the left, used his right arm to gain force, and slapped him.

Snapped!
Zhong Hui was completely stunned.

Zhuge Qing grasped his palm, finding it a little unbelievable that the strength of the slap remained the same, it just hit the spot where he wanted to hit accurately.

He gradually understood that in the expression of this abstract information, the direction of the vortex flow is the reversal of thinking and cognition. Only at the most appropriate time and by utilizing the most critical undercurrent can he act according to his own wishes.

"Is this the mysterious art of communication with the unearthly?" Zhuge Qing, who had figured out the mechanism, twitched his lips and said with secret delight in his heart.

"Who are you?" Zhong Hui asked.

How could it be so bizarre that a young boy could make a breakthrough in the middle of a battle?
There must be someone helping you behind the scenes.

"Could it be that there are other experts?"

Zhuge Qing was sweating profusely and looked around cautiously. The strange voice came from the altar.

"I am Zhuge Kongming. I told you something in my dream. Do you remember it? The people of the two rivers have suffered from the war, which is really pitiful. Did you kill any people after entering the country?"

Zhuge Qing looked back in surprise. Is it the ancestor who appeared?
Zhong Hui on the opposite side was frozen in place like a lost puppet.

"Mr. Kong Ming?"

Zhong Hui held his head, as if a sharp spike pierced his temple. In his mind, scenes pieced together like fragments. Recalling the past, Zhong Hui attacked Shu, passed Dingjun Mountain, and set up camp in front of the battlefield.

One night, Zhong Hui was resting when suddenly a strong wind blew in the sealed tent, blowing all the files and books on the table sideways. Zhong Hui woke up in fear and asked others. He learned that there was the tomb of Zhuge Wuhou here. He guessed that Zhuge Liang "devoted himself to the Han Dynasty until his death", and the destruction of the country must have been prevented by him.

The next day, Zhong Hui prepared a sacrifice, including pigs, cattle and sheep, and personally went to Wu Hou's tomb to kneel and offer sacrifices.

After the sacrifice, the howling wind stopped immediately, the dark clouds of sorrow dissipated, and suddenly a gentle breeze blew and drizzle fell.

After a while, the sky became clear and the air was fresh.

That night, Zhong Hui was sleeping on the desk in his tent. Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing and saw a man walking towards him.

This man wore a silk scarf on his head, held a feather fan in his hand, wore a crane cloak, white boots on his feet, and tied a black ribbon. He had a face as handsome as jade, was eight feet tall, and had an air of immortality.

When the man walked into the tent, Zhong Hui stood up to greet him and asked, "Who are you?"

The man said, "I am Zhuge Kongming. I have a few words to tell you. Although the Han Dynasty is in decline and the will of heaven is hard to disobey, the people of Sichuan and Sichuan are suffering from the war. I really pity them. When you enter Shu, don't kill people at will."

After saying that, Kong Ming shook his sleeves and left.

Zhong Hui wanted to persuade him to stay, but suddenly he woke up, realizing it was all a dream. So he sent orders to the front army to raise a white flag with the words "Protect the country and the people" written on it. The army also issued an order - wherever they go, if anyone kills a person without reason, he will pay with his life!

Later it was said that "tens of thousands of ghost soldiers surrounded Dingjun, forcing Zhong Hui to worship the spirit gods." Zhuge Kongming "was able to make decisions to support the Liu family when he was alive, and left words to protect the people of Shu after his death."

For example, Zhong Hui, who was arrogant and domineering because of his talent, also had awe for Zhuge Wuhou.

"Mr. Kong Ming, Mr. Kong Ming..."

"Shi Ji (Zhong Hui), have you fulfilled your ambition? Why have you become a dog of the Sima family now?" A voice suddenly rose from above the altar.

Zhong Hui shook his head and scratched his hair frantically, causing his messy locks to flutter in disorder.

"Since I came to Huainan, I have made every possible effort, and this is known to everyone in the world. Where can I go with this?" Zhong Hui sighed.

"A thousand years is just a dream, the past is like smoke, the world is no longer the same as it was in the days of the Three Kingdoms. Your troops are not here, and your plans are in vain. Why do you still persist in your delusion?"

puff!

Zhong Hui vomited blood and staggered to the ground.

Heavy thoughts hurt the body, heavy obsession hurts the mind!
The behavior patterns of the Godhead belong to the obsession of the Godhead, and are what most people consider to be obsessions.

Regarding Zhong Hui, people in today's world still talk about two things: one is that Zhong Hui conquered Shu and Wu Hou appeared in his dream; the other is that his rebellion failed.

Now that the truth has been revealed, all thoughts are gone. It’s hard to get into the play anymore. It’s time to wake up.

Zhuge Qing looked forward and saw that the researcher had a hideous face, was suffering from severe mental damage, and was twitching with his eyes closed.

"It turns out that he is from the company..."

Zhuge Qing sighed. He had heard his father mention the research on this kind of divine weapon.

If the user's own life cultivation cannot bear the spiritual burden of the godhead, then he will only collapse in confusion.

Zhong Hui's divinity has been following Huang Boren all the way for a long time.

"If Zhong Hui is so powerful, then Sima Yi..."

"Dad!"

Zhuge Qing dragged his wounded body and ran towards the courtyard where the noise was coming from.

After a few jogs, he came back and bowed to the statue of Kong Ming on the altar, saying, "Grandfather, please give me some advice on True Fire Samadhi for my descendants!"

The statue is speechless.

After a long time, a sentence emerged in Zhuge Qing's mind.

"This child is incorrigible. Why don't you leave quickly? I think you haven't been beaten enough."

Forehead···

Zhuge Qing had no choice but to leave angrily.

Stepping through the big hole in the wall of the main hall, Zhuge Qing came to the back garden.

Just one step and it feels like you are in a foreign land.

The surrounding plants are everywhere, and the dense forest looks like a green sea, lush and verdant.

The trees are towering into the clouds, their crowns are intertwined, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, creating mottled light and shadows.

What surprised Zhuge Qing even more was that every tree was filled with all kinds of swords and weapons, either inserted horizontally into the trunks or hung diagonally between branches, all emitting a sinister and cold glow.

The flashing of swords and the lush green plants complement each other, creating a unique and eerie atmosphere.

In the middle of the forest, Yan Huan, sitting on a thick tree trunk, was confronting Sima Yi in the thorn bush. The Wei State's Grand Tutor was in a state of decline, his clothes were disheveled, and he was covered with scars.

Yan Huan stepped on the branches and listened to the rustling of leaves. He couldn't help but become very interested in the concept of godhood.

As a divine power generated by faith, it cannot be detained at will like elves. Now it is unknown whether the method of Wugensheng named "God Spirit" can decompose the divine nature as a technology composed of Qi.

Sima Yi pulled at his collar and took a long breath, "The peasants said that fighting you is simply courting death. Today I have finally seen it for myself."

After thinking for a while, he felt a little bad again, "Shui Jing~ I see you have forgotten everything now, so I will tell you a secret, your natal spirit was eaten by me~"

Yan Huan had no expression on his face, only his fingers trembled slightly.

In the past, there was indeed a saying called "birth spirit".

The natal elf is also the first elf a wizard can conquer. It symbolizes the establishment of the wizard's identity and also symbolizes the pride and dignity of being a wizard.

"You are such a bad person." Yan Huan said.

"Thank you for the compliment. After all, wizards always have a smooth path in their quest for power. Speaking of which, you better hold on tight. I really want to taste the flavor of your natal spirit in this life."

Sima Yi said, licking his lips.

"The first elf..." Yan Huan looked up and recalled a past event.

He then said, "True Fire Samadhi uses the Three Treasures as energy and the soul as fuel. You have already used it once to plant the inner demon in Mr. Zhuge. I wonder if the second fire of life can be ignited in a short time?"

Without the True Fire Samadhi, the special means against the elves are blocked, and the remaining elves can be hidden deep in the soul without worrying about being pulled out by the soul-binding means.

At this time, Yan Huan's only concern was the researchers themselves who were endowed with divinity.

We can’t just kill the country’s high-tech talents.

"Hmm..." Sima Yi was sweating profusely and whistled with a crooked mouth, "Then who knows..."

If I had known that the Water Mirror was so difficult to deal with, I would have kept the True Fire Samadhi in reserve.

I tried to light up the three treasures again, but I felt a little overwhelmed.

Yan Huan opened his hands, and a sinister, evil, and creepy aura surrounded his fingertips.

The souls fluctuated, and the elves hiding deep inside began to flee in panic. It was not because they felt hostility, but the fear of being crushed by a huge monster aroused the animal instincts of the younger generations.

Fear, survival, escape...
"If the first Pokémon you capture is your natal Pokémon, then my natal Pokémon is a little different."

"I just don't know if Mr. Sima Zhongda, the Grand Tutor of Wei, can swallow it."

“Hey, hey, hey!” Sima Yi took a few steps back. “I know you probably have that thing, but it can’t be your natal spirit.”

Sorcerers are born powerful, but becoming powerful is a gradual and step-by-step process. In the early days of sorcerers, the means of capturing elves were limited, so their natal elves were mostly small and weak. It is impossible for ordinary sorcerers to have a situation where the elves are extremely mismatched with their own strength.

"How many years has that guy been nurtured in your soul?" Sima Yi asked tentatively.

Yan Huan thought for a moment and said, "From what I know so far, seven years."

"Seven years... Fine, I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving first." Sima Yi turned around, and the dense thorns and vines behind him woven into a birdcage.

He swung his sword and the road ahead was broken, but in the blink of an eye it was covered with thorns again, which kept growing and could not be stopped.

"Let's talk nicely~"

Yan Huan remained indifferent. He only touched the black energy around his fingertips to his forehead and shouted loudly, "Come out and play, old friend!"

(End of this chapter)