Boom!

The sea of ​​heart is waving, and the fog is surging, and all kinds of illusions arise.

‘It’s a critical moment…’

An enlightenment arose in Yang Yu's heart.

The fundamental mantra of Taiyi is a secret method that can only be practiced by the leader and a group of Supreme Elders in Taiyi.

Rare is one thing, and the other is danger.

Mantra, as the name implies, means real language.

The world's languages ​​are mostly created by future generations, but this true saying is defined as the true language of "Heaven, Earth and Universe".

Therefore, there were leaders in Taiyi Sect in all dynasties, and the Supreme Elder was lost in practicing this fundamental method.

At this moment, Yang Yu felt the shock of the eight or nine mysterious skills, and knew that he was about to step into the threshold of understanding this fundamental method.

At the same time, this contains extreme danger, but unlike many Taiyi sects, the early warning of the eight and nine mysterious skills gives him the choice to withdraw from this state.

But in just a moment, he gave up this idea and let the fog cover his body. He just turned his mind and fell on the blood dragon, retaining a trace of his divine intention.

Buzz!

The next moment, Yang Yu had completely lost all perceptions of his body and the outside world, like a soul, and his origin was pulled out of his body.

Fall into a bottomless abyss where infinite bizarre and darkness coexist.

The extremely strong sense of weightlessness became the only thing that Yang Yu could feel at this moment, which could make anyone crazy.

But his mind was calm and he let his weight loss wrap himself up and pondered the truth urging by the Dragon Lord of the North Sea.

"The true words of Mirage seem to refer to the unknowable realm between reality and illusion, and the interweaving of light and shadow..."

Fall, fall...

Endless fall...

It seems like a moment, and it seems that thousands of years have passed, the two completely different illusions of shortness and longness overlap in Yang Yu's heart.

He sensed the outside world again.

The colorful streamers rubbed and collided in front of his eyes, and the bursting light and fire seemed to be intertwined with endless light and shadow.

Scenes that seem to be virtual and illusion, true and false, and cannot be explained, flooded him like a tide, impacting his heart and will.

He looked at it with all his heart, and in the vast sea of ​​sight, he saw countless selfs.

A little beggar on the outskirts of Heishan...

A small yamen runner organized in the county yamen warehouse...

A primary apprentice who practices martial arts in Weihe courtyard...

...

The son inherited his father's business and inherited the prisoner's self, followed Wang Wu out of the city to suppress bandits, and he was almost dead and alive, refining the divine seed, and he was the first to gain the power of nine oxen and two tigers...

He saw that he traveled thousands of miles to escort the prisoner, and saw that he was suppressed by six gates in Qingzhou City, and set up a situation to kill Shi Pozi...

I saw myself clearing out Mulin Mansion, I saw myself fighting against Deyang Mansion, and I saw myself killing Nie Wendong...

Seeing myself angrily scolding Emperor Qianheng...

...

The familiar and unfamiliar scene filled his mind. Yang Yu's heart waves were shaking. As he was difficult to identify, a hint of enlightenment rose in his heart.

"This is my past experience, no, this is what I have made, countless choices, countless choices, and the moment of choice..."

Countless selfs, who were standing at various choices, rushed towards themselves at the same moment, like a tide, trying to completely submerge him.

Hurry!

Hurry ~

The rolling tide washed away everything, and gradually, Yang Yu's mind became dazed. In the trance, he felt coldness.

Long-lost, cold.

...

The cold wind in late autumn blew through the torn clothes, and the biting cold surged into my heart.

He looked around.

The cold wind blew across the wild forest, and there was not much dry grass left beside the road, and the bare dead trees rustled in the wind.

In front and behind, there were some yellow and dry refugees, bleak and numb.

He lowered his head and looked at his thin body. His extremely hungry made him twitch.

He looked up again and looked at the old man passing by and walking towards the distance.

An inexplicable familiarity emerged in his heart.

"This is……"

...

"ah!"

The shrill screams came from the scene that seemed to be empty and illusory, causing the face of the Dragon Lord of Beihai to shake.

"It's wrong, something is wrong. This person is wrong! At this time, he was just an ordinary refugee beggar, why is he so cruel..."

Looking at the beggar who bit off a refugee's neck, confronted hundreds of refugees with blood, and was covered in ferocious faces, the heart of the Beihai Dragon Lord skipped a beat.

He has used the Mirage Mantra many times. This mantra is the foundation of his life. In a sense, it is more precious and rare than his rank.

The greatest power of this True Word Technique is that it can draw a mirage state that looks like truth and illusion based on the memory of the middle-aged man.

And he has great control over this Mirage Realm, and he can always find the scene that the enemy is most afraid of.

And interfere with this situation, deepen his fear, so as to achieve the terrifying power of tampering with his memory, distorting his mind, and changing his will.

However……

"There is a secret on this kid..."

With a thought, the Dragon Lord of Beihai became more and more fierce. He endured the pain of the original deficit and interfered in this mirage realm again...

"I don't believe it. I have taken the lead and can't convince this ant!"

...

"I killed someone..."

The cold wind blew away screaming, looking at the refugees who were scattered and fleeing, he lowered his head and kept staring blankly.

"No, it's too much defense..."

After a long time, he came back to his senses, stripped off the clothes of the refugees who were bitten to death and beaten to death by himself, and wrapped them in them.

Walk towards that small town.

...

In a daze, Yang Yu had a dream.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the past, to the wilderness where he had just entered here, wandered in the wild, and almost starved to death.

But this time, there is a difference.

The old man did not adopt himself...

In his dream, he embarked on a completely different path that made him feel a little palpitation when he saw it in his dream.

In his dream, he saw that "he" bit off the neck of the refugee who wanted to eat him, and he broke out of the refugee team fiercely.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! I saw myself clashing with the soldiers guarding the city, being arrested and imprisoned, almost dead and alive, and escaping from prison...

I saw myself collecting ingredients crazily, and saw myself robbing various families, being chased by Wang Fobao, and then, counterattacked!

Seeing Liansheng Cult in chaos, the bloody night, Heishan City almost became wasteland. When he saw Liu Wenpeng fighting with the masters of Liansheng Cult, he took the thunder from the fire...

I saw myself finding the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd from the ruins, and saw myself being chased by the Jinyiwei...

I saw myself killing through Shunde Mansion, killing through Mulin Mansion, and I saw myself grabbing the Evil Suppression Seal...

Seeing myself breaking through Qingzhou, I was frightened by the city, completed the ceremony and achieved the great success of the evil seal!

Seeing himself, he led Nie Wendong, Huang Sixiang, Shi Pozi, Fang Qidao, Jilongshan, Xie Qi, Changliu Mountain, Qi Gang, and the four great masters of Qingzhou...

All those who pursue and become enemies of themselves have all become living dead!

Seeing that he changed his destiny, promoted to a grandmaster at the age of twentieth crown, led three thousand living dead people to break Longyuan City, and became king, shocking the world!

He saw the world uproar, the imperial army was approaching, the martial saints were born, and dark clouds were overwhelming the city...

Seeing that he was so bold that he sacrificed blood to Longyuan City, he used the flesh and blood of millions of soldiers and civilians in Longyuan City, and used evil techniques to refine the Kuixing rank, and reached the top of the Martial Saint!

Seeing that he had achieved great success, he used the flesh and blood of a million troops as the soil for refining the living dead, and finally led 8,000 living dead, and the top ten martial saints fought against Zhang Xuanba!
To be continued...