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Chapter 589: Childish Illusion

Zhao Yushu drew his sword without hesitation, and the cold iron sword came out of its sheath with the power nurtured by Avalon, and the sword light slashed into the air.

Zhao Yushu drew his sword out from the ground, still ten feet away from the top of the city wall.

The spiritual power left the body and dissipated, but Samantabhadra Bodhisattva used his wisdom to solve the problem and taught it to Zhao Yushu before committing suicide.

So this sword light came very unexpectedly.

With a hiss, a white and slender hand on the top of the city wall was retracted, holding a golden ingot that was glowing with a tiny scratch on it.

"Such a strong sword spirit."

Cutting off the inner scene with one sword is a good thing that only happens in dreams. Even if he really destroyed the perfect Yanhui with one sword and forced King Puxian to retreat, it is still far from killing him.

"General Cai Bang, please let your soldiers retreat. If this old man, uh, sister, loses control, half of the people in the city will be wiped out."

Zhao Yushu didn't want the Tibetans to know his true level of cultivation. As for the person in front of him who couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, under normal circumstances he might have turned around and left. But today, he really wanted to take action. He really wanted to.

"How dare you be disrespectful to the Bodhisattva!"

Cai Bang lay on the top of the city wall and cursed loudly. The next moment he was about to order people to shoot thousands of arrows. The Bodhisattva of Joy was one of the highest in Tubo, and his status was comparable to that of Ganbu himself, the spokesperson of God. Even Bunuo had to kneel before him. If Zhao Yushu had not greatly slapped the face of the Tubo army, the Bodhisattva of Joy would not have taken action. Being able to wait until dawn before taking action was already giving enough face to Bunuo, the Ruben.

"Back off, he's right, this is not the place for you to be."

"Yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Cai Bang immediately withdrew all the guards at the East Gate, retreated all the way into the city to a distance of two arrows before re-forming the battle line.

However, a huge doubt also arose in his heart. Why could a small cultivator from the third heaven, who had tried very hard to make a great cultivator from the seventh heaven sway a step, be treated like this by a god like Bodhisattva?

"After all, they are just a bunch of mortals who can't even see your cultivation level clearly."

Joyful Bodhisattva floated down and landed in front of Zhao Yushu, revealing the female face: "If you were a perfect outer scene, you might be able to escape for two days, but it's a pity that there are only seven levels."

Joyful Bodhisattva did not take seriously the wrong information about why Zhao Yushu was only at the third level before. In the eyes of many cultivators, except for a few powerful and wealthy people, all mortals are ants. In the eyes of Joyful Bodhisattva, except for a few famous outer realm masters, all those below the inner realm masters are ants.

The cultivation of an ant is not worth mentioning.

"Your sword is good. Come on, cut me with it again."

As he spoke, Joyful Bodhisattva twisted his neck, a male face turned over, and his voice became rough.

Zhao Yushu was really scared. He had only seen this effect in horror movies before, and it was really scary when he saw it for the first time in real life.

However, Joyful Bodhisattva is the real inner scene and the leader of Tantric Joyful Zen, but he can only listen but cannot speak Chinese.

Zhao Yushu had no idea what he was talking about.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. He’s an enemy anyway, so just kill him.

To deal with the inner scene, if you still have the thought of testing, then it is really useless to eat red beans, and you will be homesick, so the sky which has not yet dawned will become even darker.

Assassin took away the Bodhisattva's vision for a moment.

Madam Xu drew her sword decisively and stabbed from the side.

This person has a face in front and back, so there is no visual blind spot for him. The side is the only opportunity.

When I was in the third heaven, I accepted the old man’s teachings on the boat, and I was able to hide the truth from a true god like the old man for a very short time. It would take even longer for other internal scenes to sense me.

But now that he had reached the seventh level, if he was caught off guard, he might be able to kill someone in the inner world.

Madam Xu's sword was already very close to Joyful Bodhisattva.

Zhao Yushu blinked. He remembered that Joyful Bodhisattva was wearing a cassock that exposed half of his body, but the person in front of him was wearing a long blue skirt.

"Lan Ling?"

Of course it couldn’t be Lan Ling.

A momentary flaw can give him the opportunity to kill an inner scene, and a momentary flaw can naturally allow the inner scene to calmly deal with a seventh-level heaven.

Zhao Yushu hesitated for only a moment, and realized something was wrong almost instantly. He continued to stab forward without hesitation, but it was too late.

"What kind of sword is this?"

A hand grasped Zhao Yushu's wrist and said, "You are so murderous at such a young age. Why don't you become my disciple, enjoy the pleasure, and prove your integrity? How do you think?"

"What are you talking about? I, Li Kui, don't understand!"

Zhao Yushu turned his fingers, and Madam Xu's blade changed its angle and stabbed towards the wrist of Joyful Bodhisattva.

"Don't accept education? Then let you feel it first."

Madam Xu stabbed the air again. Zhao Yushu looked at the scene in front of him and felt like cursing.

Li Tong sat upright on a chair, holding a long whip. He was surrounded by a dark cell with only a brazier to barely illuminate one side.

But there is no smell of blood or coldness here. Instead, it is warm like spring, and there is even a hint of floral scent in the air.

There's something wrong with the atmosphere.

Such a fantasy naturally did not cause Zhao Yushu any doubts, and he immediately prepared to kill the illusion in front of him with a sword. However, when he was about to move his hand, he found that he could not move.

His hands were chained to the chair.

"I said."

Zhao Yushu had just said two words when Li Tong put his index finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence.

Then a whip came over.

"What the hell!"

Zhao Yushu was stunned, his face burning with pain, as if the whip was not an illusion.

Li Tong took two steps forward, reached out and touched his face, gently picked up a drop of blood with her fingers, and put it into her mouth, her expression extremely seductive and provocative.

"You damned shemale, if Li Tong knew that you had framed her like this, you would be dead."

Zhao Yushu sneered and kicked Li Tong hard, and then his foot was caught.

"You dare to hit me?"

The one holding his feet was Li Li.

Zhao Yushu wanted to cry. What was this? Was this done in order?

"Or do you not like rough things?"

Li Li glanced at him with a smile, then turned around and looked at Mo'er again.

"Sir, I am yours now, don't you want me?"

Mo'er did not come closer, but just looked at him with resentful eyes. Beside Mo'er, figures appeared one after another, Lan Ling, Wanqing, Yue Ji, and even Miss Lu, the grain merchant from Nanyang, and Miss Xue, Xiao Xue's sister.

Some are gentle, some are charming, some are clever, and some are indifferent. They have different postures and are in full bloom.

"After you become my disciple, everything you can think of, everything you can't think of, the whole world is yours."

The neutral voice of Joyful Bodhisattva, which could not be distinguished between male and female, entered his mind. This sentence was not spoken in any language, but his meaning was conveyed directly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The women in front of him all reached for their lapels and slowly took off their outer shirts.

The voice came from all directions, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes far away, sometimes near, "When you have enjoyed all the tenderness, you will understand that pleasure is only superficial, and the true path is never above the flesh."

Zhao Yushu laughed: "Do you know who I am?"

The voice of Joyful Bodhisattva stopped, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Although this may be a bit discouraging to you," Zhao Yushu struggled to free his wrist from the chain, "Compared to those female Bodhisattvas on the Internet, your knowledge is a bit lacking."

Mrs. Xu waved lightly: "Rubbish, these are good girls, don't insult them."