Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Qian Rou squatted down lightly, her beautiful eyes staring at him with a strange light flashing, and no one knew what she was thinking. After all, the girl was strictly speaking her, and Lu Hao was crying for her.

"I've never seen a grown man cry. I have a sensitive personality. Why did you insist on setting up this illusion test?" Lu Hao sat on the ground and cried.

"Okay, crybaby, the illusion has been broken, you can leave." Qian Rou was touched, and a sweet smile appeared on her beautiful face. She waved her jade hand and a passage emitting soft light slowly emerged.

Lu Hao got up and slowly walked towards the passage. He suddenly stopped at the exit of the passage and looked back. He saw Qian Rou still standing in the picturesque maple forest, holding a fiery red maple leaf in her jade hand. Her beautiful eyes were full of longing and loneliness. Her beautiful figure had a kind of poignant beauty.

"Is she missing that person?" The figure of the young man in the portrait appeared in Lu Hao's mind.

"Why don't you leave!" Qian Rou raised her beautiful eyes and looked at him, chuckling.

"I still have one hug left with you when you were a girl. Can I hug you one last time? I believe this is also her wish." Lu Hao's voice was full of anticipation.

"Is this really her wish, or your wish?" Qian Rou stood in the maple forest and smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth. That smile was so beautiful that it seemed to melt people's hearts.

"Can I hug you then?" Lu Hao stared at her with his dark eyes, his voice trembling.

"Hmm!" Qian Rou tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

Lu Hao ran towards Qian Rou happily. He picked up her soft body and spun around excitedly. Amidst the falling maple leaves, the two hugged each other tightly.

Qian Rou seemed to have suddenly gained many more memories of a young girl in her heart, and she actually reached out and hugged Lu Hao's strong back.

At this moment, Lu Hao seemed to have noticed something. He remembered his separation from the girl before, and tears started streaming down his face again, his snot wiping on Qianrou's long skirt.

"Can we have one last shot?" Lu Hao looked at her tempting red lips and asked eagerly.

"Your snot is about to fall out, stop it!" Qian Rou looked at Lu Hao's snot that was about to drip with panic in her beautiful eyes and said in a trembling voice, but the other party had already blocked her mouth.

Qian Rou's delicate body stiffened, and a feeling of electric shock swept through her body. She opened her beautiful eyes wide, revealing an expression of disbelief. As the ancestor of the Wanjian Sect, she was actually kissed by this boy.

Lu Hao kissed her bright red lips, his hands intertwined with hers, their heartbeats intertwined together, Qian Rou's breathing became rapid, her dreamy eyes gradually blurred, and her beautiful face revealed shy affection.

Lu Hao was ecstatic at this moment. He was sure that the girl had not really disappeared, but had truly merged with Qian Rou, or they were the same person, otherwise, with her personality, she would never allow him to kiss her.

The two of them were tightly entangled in each other's hearts, and the ambiguous atmosphere was constantly rising. Lu Hao's palm touched Qianrou's slender swan neck and slowly stroked her slender waist.

"Can we sleep here in the wild?" Lu Hao suddenly spoke when he was in deep love.

"You rascal, you're trying to take advantage of me!" Qian Rou suddenly came to her senses, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, and punched Lu Hao twice in the eye sockets.

"Hey, why did you hit me!" Lu Hao covered his panda eyes and got up from the ground.

"Not only will I beat you, I'll also kick you!" Qian Rou kicked Lu Hao out of the illusion exit.

In the outside world...

So far in this test, not only has no monk come out of the illusion first, but many monks have vomited blood and died. The scene is extremely tragic. Several crows are croaking on the grave, foreshadowing death and ominousness, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.

"Master, is what Cang Yun experienced really the most powerful illusion of our Wanjian Sect?" A young man wearing a Wanjian Sect robe couldn't help but transmit a voice message.

The young man's name is Zhao Ting. He is a very outstanding young disciple of Wanjian Sect and is deeply loved by Wan Yun.

"That's right, this little beast is experiencing the strongest illusion. If I walk into this illusion, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get out." Wan Yun sneered sinisterly.

"But why doesn't that kid die?" Zhao Ting asked with some confusion. Others experienced illusions and died really dead, but this kid was different.

"I'm not quite sure about this. Maybe he has some special secret technique, but I don't believe he can hold on for long." Wan Yun shook his head slightly.

"Why does Cang Yun seem to be experiencing the strongest illusion of the Wanjian Sect!" Xia Lingyue saw that the black fog surrounding Lu Hao was becoming thicker and thicker, and he had a vague guess in his mind.

"It is indeed the strongest illusion. According to the records of our royal family, the Wanjian Sect does have the strongest illusion that is said to be able to trap those in the Poxu realm. The characteristic of this illusion is that black mist is curling around the body." The emperor of the Dune Kingdom spoke after a brief thought.

"Master Wan, I'm afraid your arrangement is inappropriate. Why did Cang Yun experience the strongest illusion?" Xia Lingyue's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. He walked directly to Wan Yun and said angrily.

"Cang Yun is indeed experiencing the strongest illusion of our Wanjian Sect, but the appearance of this illusion is random and we cannot control it. Besides, before entering, I said that life and death are determined by fate. Now that he can't get out of the illusion, he blames me. What's the logic?" Wan Yun sneered.

"You..." Xia Lingyue didn't expect Wan Yun to admit it so frankly, and the reason he gave was irrefutable.

"This is so unfair. Why do others only experience ordinary illusions, while Cang Yun experienced the strongest illusion?" Xia Xinyi said angrily with her chest heaving with anger.

"Little girl, is this your first day as an immortal cultivator? There is no such thing as absolute fairness in our immortal cultivation world. It's the bad luck of that kid to encounter the strongest illusion of our Wanjian Sect. If you want to blame someone, just blame the kid for having a bad life!" Wan Yun sneered.

In fact, everyone present knew that the so-called illusion could definitely be manipulated, but they just couldn't produce any evidence.

Wan Yun's act of deliberately framing Lu Hao has aroused public outrage, and everyone can see his purpose. He is afraid that the other party will use his talent to comprehend the Heavenly Venerable-level swordsmanship.

"Sister, Cang Yun can't get out of the illusion, right?" Qin Miaoyin hugged Qin Yixiu, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, and said sadly.

"Don't worry, he doesn't seem to be a man with a tragic fate!" Xia Yixue patted her sister on the back and comforted her.

"Look, Cang Yun has fallen down again!" a cultivator exclaimed.

"Come on, stand up and break out of the illusion!" Everyone shouted, not wanting such an outstanding young man to be assassinated and die here.

"I advise everyone not to have wishful thinking. Since the establishment of our Wanjian Sect, no one has been able to break through the Nascent Soul stage. If someone really makes it, it will be the advent of a legend!" Wan Yun showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, but the next moment the smile froze on his face.

Under the gazes of countless people, Lu Hao struggled to get up bit by bit, and then with a determined look in his eyes, he walked step by step towards the direction of Jianya.

"Oh my God, he broke the strongest illusion and created a myth!" Everyone was excited and cheered.

The monks all over the mountains were cheering, and the sound was getting louder and louder.