The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

In the world of ascetics, lies are not common. Sheng Junwei was silent for a moment, but she couldn't bear to continue hiding the truth: "It is both an illusion and an extremely deadly trap."

"That formation is called 'Hundred Dreams'. As the name suggests, it can create hundreds of illusions that are so realistic that they are indistinguishable from the real thing. The illusions go from shallow to deep, starting with the most basic fear. Most people will perish in the early stages of the illusion because of their weak minds."

“Only those practitioners with a will as firm as steel can remain undeceived by the primary illusions and step into more profound and unfathomable illusions.”

"And those more advanced illusions are so realistic that they are almost indistinguishable from the real thing, making people think they have escaped danger and returned to reality. In fact, they are leading the victims into a deeper trap step by step, and ultimately ushering in a tragic ending."

The one who set up the "Hundred Dreams Killing" formation was an evil monk!

To be more precise, he was an evil cultivator specially invited to target Sheng Junwei!

Sheng Junwei knew very well that in this vast world of cultivation, there were many masters of metaphysics who were eager to improve their strength quickly and thus embarked on unconventional paths.

These evil cultivators often possess extraordinary strength. Even when facing righteous cultivators of the same level, they can easily make the other party suffer, or even pay the price of their lives.

Although the evil cultivator who set up this formation was not as powerful as Sheng Junwei, he cleverly used means that she had not anticipated and led her into a carefully laid trap.

If it was a traditional orthodox formation, Sheng Junwei would have been able to detect it early, but the methods of the evil cultivators were ever-changing and strange, and even she was unable to fully see through them for a while.

If the target was someone else, he or she might have already become a dead soul under this evil formation.

However, their opponent is Sheng Junwei.

There was a sharp light flashing in her eyes and she sneered in her heart. She knew the subtle connection between the evil cultivator and the formation master better than anyone else.

Once this evil formation is broken, the person who set it up will not be able to escape the backlash.

At the same time, in a magnificent mansion on the edge of the city, a plain-looking man was immersed in a sea of ​​lust, surrounded by beauties of all colors and enjoying the treatment of an emperor.

The beauty gently massaged his shoulders, or carefully beat his legs, and some even personally served him fine wine. The whole scene was like stepping into a strange and tempting other world.

The man was immersed in extreme bliss, sometimes pinching the cheek of the beauty next to him, sometimes using teasing words to make the woman on the other side giggle, he was so happy and carefree.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man in simple clothes had a solemn expression on his face. Although he tried his best to keep his voice steady, he still couldn't hide a subtle nervousness and sharpness. He confirmed again: "Master, is this really effective?"

The evil cultivator known as the master glanced at the middle-aged man with an almost contemptuous look, and swept his eyes meaningfully under him, with a cold smile on his lips: "A mere wild path without a master, no matter how talented you are, it is difficult for you to defeat my carefully planned layout."

"The Hundred Dreams Killing Formation is difficult to break even for a strong person at the peak of Qi training. At most, it will trap them in a deeper dream prison."

He continued sarcastically, "If she lost her life in the first few levels of dreams, she would be lucky. At least after the terror, her soul could find some peace. But once she went deep into the higher levels of dreams and was devoured, I'm afraid even her soul would not be able to be saved."

After saying this, a hint of cruel expectation emerged on his face, as if he had already foreseen the scene of the arrogant Sheng Junwei being defeated by him.

Each layer of the dream he carefully constructed was deep and strange, as if it could evoke the most hidden fear deep in the soul. Once people set foot in it, they would feel their souls fly away and they would never be able to find the way back home.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and a barely perceptible look of relief flashed across his face.

"Then... then I'll be relieved. Master, please rest assured that once the mission is completed, my master will not treat me unfairly and will reward me handsomely."

"Hmph, a big reward? Remember to prepare more innocent women for me to choose from."

His gaze was as cold as a snake, scanning the panicked women around him one by one, his eyes flashing with undisguised contempt and disdain, "Remember, what I want must be a body that has never been in the world, pure and spotless!"

The flags he used to set up the "Hundred Dreams Killing" formation could only stimulate their supreme power with the nourishment of the pure girl's blood. As time went by, they became more and more powerful, like a black hole that devoured souls.

Suddenly, an invisible force seemed to strangle his throat. The man's eyes suddenly widened and his pupils dilated rapidly, revealing incredible panic.

What followed was a mouthful of bright red blood that spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground and forming hideous blood flowers.

The middle-aged man and the women around him were frightened out of their wits by this sudden change. The women screamed and ran away in all directions like frightened birds.

The middle-aged man was extremely anxious. Just as he was about to move forward to investigate, he saw that the so-called master had collapsed to the ground, his whole body convulsing and groaning in extreme pain, as if he was being tortured by an invisible hand.

Then, the Master's appearance began to change in an incredible way.

Originally looking like he was only in his thirties or forties, his skin began to sag at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, wrinkles covered his once majestic face. It was as if decades of time had been ruthlessly accelerated at this moment, turning him into an octogenarian in the blink of an eye.

And this is just the beginning of change!

The old and frail figure quickly lost the vitality that a human should have. The blood color, luster and moisture of the skin quickly disappeared, leaving only a dry and wrinkled face like parchment. It was extremely terrifying, like a skeleton covered with human skin.

“Ah!! Ghost—”

The women's screams cut through the air as they scrambled to escape from this cursed room.

The middle-aged man was terrified, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be nailed to the spot by an invisible lock, unable to move.

Finally, the Master's horrific transformations ceased, and the convulsions of his body subsided.

He crawled on the cold ground, breathing hard, trying to support his body.

But in the process, his eyes inadvertently touched his own hands - the hands that once controlled the fate of countless lives, but now were like dead branches, skin and bones, and full of traces of time.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he touched his cheek with a trembling hand, and a hoarse wail came out of his throat: "No! No! My face! My cultivation!"

Then, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes like knives, staring at the middle-aged man: "Go back and tell your master that they seriously underestimated the opponent's strength and caused me to suffer a great loss of cultivation. I will remember this account! Tell her to clean her neck and wait for my revenge!"

At this moment, Sheng Junwei, who was far away, curled up the corner of her mouth in a cold arc.