Creation Color Master

Chu Mo looked at the golden silver stamen in his hand. The touch from his hand and the faint fragrance from his nose all proved that everything that had just happened was true.

Yao Guangxiao silently guarded Chu Mo from beginning to end.

The performer packed up his shelves and said, "Haha, thank you all for your support. This performance is over now."

After saying this, in front of everyone’s surprised eyes, he transformed into an eagle and soared into the sky.

Chu Mo held the golden thread and silver stamen while looking at Yao Guangxiao and said, "Daoyan, this is all an illusion, right? Why are all my clothes wet? It feels so real."

Yao Guangxiao said, "My lord, it's all an illusion. Everything is fake. Everything you see is fake. You must stick to your thoughts and don't be fooled by illusions, otherwise you will sink into the illusion."

"My lord, don't believe it."

"Buddhist magical power - Buddha's light shines everywhere"

I saw a Buddha's light appear behind Yao Guangxiao, like the sun at dawn, spreading its light to every corner of the earth. Wherever the Buddha's light passed, the illusion gradually melted like ice.

Everything was fake. The flowers in the garden disappeared, the crowd watching disappeared, the rain clouds disappeared, everything that was just seen disappeared.

The illusion was broken, and Chu Mo's affected consciousness became clear again. Chu Mo, who almost sunk into the illusion, breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a little scared in his heart.

Just when Chu Mo wanted to leave, the feeling in his palm still existed. He looked down and saw the golden thread and silver stamen lying quietly in his palm.

Chu Mo looked up at Yao Guangxiao with horror, shock written all over his face.

If the illusion just now was all fake, an illusion created by the performing man, then now that the illusion has been broken, why are the gold threads and silver stamens still real in his palms?

Yao Guangxiao said softly, "My Lord, don't be confused. We were all under an illusion just now. This golden and silver flower is real now."

"What a powerful illusion, even my Buddha eyes didn't detect it."

Chu Mo looked around but didn't find any trace of that person. However, Chu Mo seemed to be unwilling to give up and quickly scanned every person on the street.

Yao Guangxiao said, "My lord, he has already left. Don't forget why you came back. You have been delayed for such a long time. I am afraid that the situation has changed. Don't worry about the illusion problem."

Chu Mo suddenly woke up, forgetting the real purpose of coming back, and left quickly with Yao Guangxiao.

Just after Chu Mo left, the old man who was setting up a stall nearby suddenly transformed himself into a performing man.

Looking at the direction Chu Mo left, he glanced into the distance as if he had noticed something, and then murmured, "Things are really becoming more and more interesting."

Chu Mo and Yao Guangxiao rushed all the way and finally pushed open the door of the theater.

After entering the theater, Chu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease. With the existence of the Chaos Infinite Formation, his safety could be guaranteed.

Speaking of the Hunyuan Wuji Great Array, ever since Zhang Jiao went to Huangyun Temple, although the array has been running all the time, it lacks the soul figure who controls the array.

Among all the outstanding people born in the world, there is only one Taoist, Zhang Jiao, and among the outstanding people of China, there is no one who is truly proficient in this way. For his own safety, Chu Mo has also made preparations.

At this time, at the stall opposite the theater, Sarson, who was responsible for investigating the cause of death of the tribesmen, finally locked onto the theater in front of him after repeated investigations. According to Xia Yang's words, a great battle took place here that day.

Although everything has been investigated clearly and the murderer who killed the tribal members is right in front of him, Salson did not act rashly. All the tribesmen were trapped here, and there must be some unknown secrets here.

He needs to wait and look for opportunities secretly.

Just as Salson was observing the theater carefully, Han Yubing on the other side had a strong murderous intent in his eyes and stared at the closed door fiercely.

Just now, he came to the stall wanting to fill his stomach, but who knew that he would find one of the murderers of that day in the next second.

Just when Chu Mo entered the theater, Han Yubing only took a casual glance and recognized Chu Mo. He was the young man riding on the monster that he saw that day, and he was also suspected to be the murderer who killed his tribesmen.

Inside the theater, Chu Mo, who was about to walk towards the inner courtyard, was stopped by Shu Er.

Mouse Ear looked at Chu Mo seriously and said, "Sir, you must be careful during this period. It's best not to go out. I just noticed that there are two suspicious people opposite the theater. They look over here from time to time. It's obvious that they are coming for the theater or the master."

When Yao Guangxiao heard that there were two people, he understood everything.

Chu Mo remembered the reminder Yao Guangxiao gave him when he was outside. Now combined with Mouse Ear’s discovery, was there someone trying to harm him and the theater?

Taking a deep breath, Chu Mo asked Mouse Ear: "Can you see their appearance clearly and recognize their identities?"

Mouse Ear pondered for a moment and said, "One of them is dressed strangely, wearing a heavy animal skin, which looks like the attire of an ancient barbarian dynasty; another one is an old servant with poor eyesight, and I really can't tell his identity."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "It's already very good, and your observations are very careful. Go to the library and pick out a technique so you can practice it in your spare time."

Mouse Ear said respectfully with a smile on his face: "Thank you very much for the reward, sir."

After confirmation, Chu Mo found himself as if he was in a vortex of disaster. From the two people who had just behaved suspiciously to the illusion master who inexplicably appeared beside him, everything was weird.

Arriving at the backyard, Chu Mo, who was somewhat worried, simply waved his hand, and the leather puppet gradually transformed into an old man with an immortal look.

The old man was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe with cloud patterns, holding a whisk in his hand, and his white beard fluttering.

"I am Yu Ji, the poor Taoist priest. I am here to see you, my lord."

Name: Yu Ji

Weapons: Immortal Fate Whisk, Turtle Shell

Skill: "Taiping Palace Dao Dian"

Faction: Human (Taoism)

Potential: Traveling in the Red Dust

Cultivation: Peak of the First Level of Soul Summoning

Introduction: Yu Ji, a native of Langya in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, was proficient in divination and fortune-telling, and was a representative of Huang-Lao Taoism in the late Han Dynasty. He often traveled around the world and was deeply respected by the people. He preached and treated diseases in Jiangdong area, but was killed by Sun Ce on the grounds of bewitching people.

Chu Mo looked at Yu Ji, who was honored as the Taoist of Peace and one of the Three Immortals of the late Han Dynasty. Chu Mo immediately returned the greeting and said, "Master, there is no need to be polite. There are murderous intentions hidden in the outside world. I wonder if there is anyone capable of controlling the formation in the theater. I am afraid I will have to trouble you, Master."

Yu Ji's eyes flashed with brilliance. After looking at the entire theater from top to bottom, he said, "What a great Hunyuan Wuji formation. There are various formations embedded in it. There are formations within formations. With this formation, the lord can be assured of no worries."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "In that case, I would like to thank Taoist Yu Ji. There is a specially arranged altar in the theater. If Taoist Yu Ji needs it, he can go directly there."

Yu Ji nodded and said, "That's great. I just arrived and need to sort out the magical powers and Taoist methods I control. The altar is a good place, hahahaha."

Having said that, the figure floated away.

Chu Mo looked at Yu Ji's departing figure, and thought of the cause and effect of life and death mentioned by Yao Guangxiao. He immediately ordered people to go to the Lin Mansion nearby. At the same time, the Golden-Winged Eagle flew high with a letter.