Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The devil's Yin body, the night break-in to the Danding Division, and the Sui Yang, what kind of lawless person who wants to live a long life would have so many five poisons in the Immortal Boat?

Jing Yuan and Dan Feng planned to go to the house to take a look. Although Sui Yang was good at creating illusions to confuse people's minds, with Yin Yuejun's cloud chanting technique, he should not be a threat.

They walked into the courtyard and when they landed they found that the surroundings were shrouded in fog and they could not see clearly.

"Be careful, follow me closely, don't get separated." Dan Feng habitually reminded Jing Yuan. As the youngest member of their friends, everyone would occasionally worry about Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan was very happy to enjoy this treatment, and smiled so hard that his golden eyes narrowed: "Okay, thank you Brother Feng for protecting me."

It clearly didn't seem like a very big place from the outside, but once inside it felt like a maze. The passages formed by the walls went in all directions, and no matter which way they walked they couldn't see the end.

They passed one intersection after another, one dim lantern after another. The traces left behind had never been seen a second time, but the scene before them kept repeating. Until Jing Yuan saw the intersection with a red porcelain bottle on the right for the fifth time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"We've been walking for so long, why do we always feel like we're going in circles?" Jing Yuan looked at the fork in the road in front of him, not knowing which direction to go because every road looked exactly the same.

But his question received no answer.

His heart sank and he looked around. Dan Feng was no longer in his sight.

The lingering smoke seemed to be cold, gradually wrapping around Jing Yuan's ankles. He realized that he might have been tricked by the illusion. The scene in front of him probably didn't belong to that house anymore.

Since the evil spirit can make use of Sui Yang, the illusion before us might be created with the help of Sui Yang's power.

Jing Yuan realized that he was alone and began to brainstorm ways to escape. This trip was too hasty, and when he got out he would need to report directly to the Yunqi Army to thoroughly investigate the house.

Suiyang is an energy life form that feeds on human emotions, and its abilities are mostly related to human inner consciousness. Their own thoughts are very pure, and they usually absorb the emotions of someone, and then they will slowly be influenced by that person, becoming both the perpetrator and the victim. It is a life form that is difficult to evaluate.

Therefore, this illusion was most likely generated "at will".

As for whose heart to follow, Jing Yuan was more inclined to follow his own. After all, Sui Yang used local materials to create an illusion for each person, which was a convenient and effective method.

Good man, is this asking him to face his own heart? He thinks he is very open-minded and lives a good life. What is there in his heart that he can't let go of and can trap him?

He sighed, hoping that Danfeng was okay.

I don’t know if Sui Yang can really understand what people say in their hearts, but a green lantern suddenly lit up at the intersection in front of him. Jing Yuan summoned his sword and walked in that direction.

Although this is obviously an open conspiracy, there is no other way to go, so it is better to meet him head-on.

Every time Jingyuan passed an intersection, a light would light up, guiding him in that direction until a door appeared in front of him.

Thank God, it’s finally not a fork in the road.

He pushed the door open cautiously. Thick fog rolled around him. He stepped into it and the scene around him gradually became clear.

It was a strange yet familiar hell scene, with flames of war, fallen people, and broken walls. Jing Yuan frowned, this seemed to be a battlefield.

He took two more steps forward and found that his attire had changed. He was no longer wearing the blue and white uniform of the Cloud Cavalry Army, but armor and clothes that looked more advanced. He took another step forward, but a dangerous sword move stopped him.

Jing Yuan immediately raised his hand and summoned his weapon, blocking while dodging backwards.

Looking up, she saw a figure as bright as the moon behind her standing on a dilapidated house not far away. The person had fluttering clothes and white hair. He pointed a sword at him in one hand, but his face could not be seen clearly.

"Master?"

It was a familiar figure. Even without seeing the face, Jing Yuan could recognize him at a glance. That was his master, Jing Liu, with whom he had known each other for several years.

What kind of ghostly illusion is this!

Looking at his master's obviously abnormal condition, Jing Yuan, who was still a young man, couldn't help but feel uneasy.

He hesitated in place, but Jingliu was merciless, swinging his sword in his direction quickly and flashing in front of him. Jing Yuan was shocked and raised his hand to block with the weapon in his hand reflexively. He fought back and forth with Jingliu, attacking and defending, and exchanged several moves in a few moments.

Jing Yuan's heart was pounding. He felt very uncomfortable and even a little scared as he was fighting a life-and-death battle with his master, because Jing Liu didn't seem to be willing to leave him any chance of survival.

What kind of situation could force him and his master to fight to the death? And why didn't his master say anything?

He wanted to stop, but Jingliu seemed to have no intention of stopping. What was even more terrifying was that his body had no intention of stopping either. At this moment, he was like a consciousness that was squeezed off the line. He watched in the first person as another consciousness controlled his body and continued to fight with Jingliu.

The shouts of attack, the cold sword light, the clanging of weapons, the dust, smoke and the smell of blood stirred up. The young Cloud Rider's heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness. This was a nightmare.

Until the third round of confrontation, Jing Yuan felt that the other will in this body seemed to have finally made up its mind. With half grief and half determination in his heart, he raised his weapon and flew into the air. Behind him was a huge energy like a surging wave. He slashed at Jing Liu with a killing move that he used almost all his strength.

"No!" He exclaimed silently, his eyes wide open, wishing he could rush forward and pull his master away.

But he could not break free of this body, nor was he able to stop such a powerful attack. He could only watch the mirror flow in front of him being submerged in the instantaneous white light.

The dazzling white light seemed to be real, like suffocating sea water, and it also drowned Jing Yuan's consciousness. He felt that he was having difficulty breathing, and he struggled desperately without giving up, waving the weapon in his hand vigorously, and finally he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hey, don't go too far. I advise you not to be so desperate as to choose us as your target."

Huh? Someone is talking, and sounds angry. Is he talking to him?

Jing Yuan suppressed the fear and pain in his heart that had not yet subsided, forced his consciousness to return, and then looked in the direction where the man was speaking.

He blinked, and before him was a dark-haired figure, completely different from the white light he had just seen, which made him feel a little relieved.

The man looked back at him as if he sensed something. He must have seen him blink, so he quickly put his hands on his shoulders and shook him.

"I saw you blink, don't sleep Jingyuan! Open your eyes and wake up!"

Jing Yuan was really sober now. After being shaken like this, all his sadness was shaken away. He had to raise his hand to stop the man from shaking him to vomit.

"Okay, okay Cheng An, stop shaking, I'm really awake." He made a weak voice to remind Cheng An.

Although he still felt a little weak, Jing Yuan couldn't help but smile with relief. It was great, it was all an illusion, that kind of thing didn't happen.

Even after waking up from a nightmare, Cheng An was safe and sound.

Seeing the worry on her face, Jing Yuan was a little touched by her straightforward concern. He was about to reach out and pat Cheng An's shoulder to comfort her when he felt the person in front of him put his arm around him and took a big step to the side.

Jing Yuan finally saw clearly that there was a demon soldier behind Cheng An, and they were just confronting each other!

Without having time to think too much, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon on the spot and joined the battle.