The formation is complex and although it is easy to get started, it is not easy to master it.

Talent, inheritance, and the teachings of famous teachers are indispensable!

Even among the Taoist monks who have several Jiazi, there are very few masters who are proficient in formations. Only some major sects will deliberately free up resources for people to study.

But the two present were all masters.

One is the successor of a master specially found by Tianyin Sect, and the other is a Xiaolang Island disciple who has been specializing in formations for generations.

The two joined forces and cooperated tacitly.

As for the others, they are responsible for taking turns to protect the place to prevent the process of breaking the array from being disturbed by external objects.

Sun Heng looked around for a while, then he was forced to close his eyes by the memories that kept rolling in his mind.

Turning around, he found a quiet place to sit cross-legged alone.

Setting a simple protection around his body, Sun Heng closed his eyes and his consciousness sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, in addition to the endless library of books that occupy most of the space, there was something floating quietly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was the size of a pill ball, full of cracks, and there was a soul that Yan Shi was about to dissipate.

"All things are truly spiritual, and all dharmas will come out in one thought!"

Ignoring the pearl, Sun Heng used the magic trick, and the power of his soul shook gently along some strange rule.

Suddenly, light suddenly arises in the sea of ​​consciousness!

Under the light, some illusory shadows gradually emerged and gradually condensed over time.

This is the Mirage Dream Art in the Immortal Art of Dreaming.

This magic trick can reflect one's past and evolve into an illusory scene. It is the fundamental magic trick to dream about immortality!

The method of returning to the dream is just a method to strengthen the power of the soul, and is the foundation, while the method of Mirage Dream is the framework.

Only when the Immortal Art of Dreaming has advanced to the second level and the power of the soul can sense the true spirit, can one practice.

At this time, it was Sun Heng's first attempt to practice this method.

As the power of the soul moves, the light in the sea of ​​consciousness gradually condenses, and eventually turns into a large sun and hangs over the sky.

The sun is transparent, and various scenery inside flashes away. Although it is different, it is all the past that Sun Heng has experienced.

With the thought in his mind, Sun Heng's consciousness has appeared in this illusion that evolved with the Mirage Dream Art.

"Ka...da..."

The steps move lightly, the ground is squashed under the feet, the fragrance of flowers can be clearly smelled from the nose, and everything in front of you is as real as it is.

The blue bricks and green tiles, the narrow alleyways, the hawkers shouting and the pedestrians passing by in a hurry.

Even, you can see some familiar faces!

"Qingyang Town!"

In the illusion, Sun Heng slowly closed his eyes and sighed leisurely.

Unexpectedly, many years later, he returned to the place where he left a deep impression in his memory in this way.

"Chen Tieying, I told you not to learn, right?"

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from behind, making Sun Heng shocked his body.

Looking back slowly, several figures that thought they had disappeared from their memory were walking side by side.

Zhang Chongjiu shook his head and said with some gloating comfort while comforting: "You don't know how painful it is to stimulate blood and blood."

"Stop talking."

The boy next to him spoke slowly: "Take him back and raise him well first. If you practice the magic power, you won't have to cry so much anymore."

“Easy to say.”

Zhang Chongjiu curled his lips: "If it was so easy to practice, I don't know how many people in the pharmacy have successfully practiced."

"Uh-huh!"

Erya, who was beside her, nodded vigorously.

However, the little girl Chuxia's eyes were turning, and she didn't know what she was trying to write.

The five people walked by Sun Heng, but as if they hadn't seen him, none of them looked at him.

This scene seemed to have happened not long after he joined Meishan Pharmaceutical Shop.

Because the difficulty of practicing the magic ape, several people have already retreated.

Next, Chen Tieying did not continue to persist.

Except for yourself...

Looking at the back that was gradually fading away, true and false, and false, it seemed that Sun Heng's consciousness had a moment of trance.

"Oh……"

It took him a long time to get out of the confusion.

Sun Heng knew very well that these were just fragments of his own memory, not real people or objects.

Fascinated by it will only make the soul depressed.

Similarly, this also reminded him of it.

In the future, you must distinguish between reality and illusion, and never be careless, so as not to repeat the mistakes of the senior who created the magic of the dream.

Sun Heng originally thought it was easy, but now it seems that it is not the case!

Just such a simple illusion can make him become addicted to memory resonance. What if the illusion becomes more and more real in the future?

The illusion created by that senior is known as the thirty-third heaven, and there are billions of sentient beings in each heaven.

And each of them is full of soul and has his own sense of autonomy.

They experience birth, old age, sickness and death in the illusion, practice, disasters, grudges, and hatreds!

Apart from the lack of a real body, what is the difference between the thirty-third heaven and the real world?

"A thought of the universe will lead to it!"

The thought in my heart, the pearl in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, and a phantom was immediately pulled by the magic formula and appeared in this illusion.

"ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, a young man covered in blood suddenly rushed in front of Sun Heng.

"I...I quit..."

He held his body and shouted loudly, with horror all over his voice.

Obviously, this person's consciousness was still in that duel and had not come back to his senses.

"It's too late!"

Sun Heng shook his head gently and said, "Fellow Taoist, let's get up."

"Um?"

The young man's body shook, and then he seemed to have discovered something. He suddenly jumped up and reached out to touch his body and started to move around.

"How could it be...how could it be?"

Sun Hengli was opposite, silently watching the other party's reaction.

The young people's panic did not become quiet due to the passage of time, but became more and more crazy.

His eyes were filled with fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

"Dao...Fellow Taoist..."

He raised his head and spoke tremblingly: "I... am I... dead?"

"Fellow Taoists mourn."

Sun Heng's calm eyes finally flashed with a hint of complexity: "Your current situation is indeed..."

Before he could finish his words, the other party had already stepped back and pointed at Sun Heng with one hand trembling: "Is this the underworld? Are you a ghost man?"

"No..., there is no underworld in the world, so who are you?"

"Say, who are you!"

The young man murmured to himself, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he rushed towards Sun Heng with a wild roar.

"Peng!"

In this illusion, Sun Heng is the well-deserved master. He just suppresses the other party with just one idea.

"It seems that fellow Taoist is not very sober."

He carried his hands on his back and slowly walked forward in his eyes. The young man's feet were off the ground and his body moved straight forward as if bound by a rope.

His form is different from ordinary people, but no matter whether it is pedestrians on the street or vendors on both sides of the road, he showed surprise.
To be continued...