Questioning Heaven, Desiring the Way - Chapter 172

[Chapter 171: Who said that the illusion is only 1 level?]

“You…you, who are you?”

Han Heng asked himself that he had lived in the upper realm for hundreds of years, and had extraordinary knowledge, and he had a little knowledge of various magical powers.

But the scene in front of him made him shudder.

Right in front of Gu Suihan, he could clearly see the changes in this short period of time.

The charming and charming woman in front of her has undergone an all-round change from the inside to the outside.

Not only the appearance, the body shape, but even the breath of cultivation base, the breath of spiritual consciousness is like a changed person.

He was so terrified that this scene instantly made him stupid.

“I’m… Gu Suihan!”

Gu Suihan chuckled lightly and spit out words that made the other party even more horrified.

“Impossible! In the secret realm, no one is lucky. And…you are completely different from that kid.” Han Heng was stunned, and then he remembered the young man who had a deep impression in his mind… Sword eyebrows and star eyes, knife and axe chiseled edges and corners There was always a faint smile on his face.

Although he is not a sturdy body, his words and deeds are courteous, and he has a bottom line for advancing and retreating.

The person in front of him, and the Gu Suihan in his impression, can’t fight.

“Then…that’s it.”

Gu Suihan drank the tea with a smile.

The slender fingers like white jade tapped lightly, and in an instant, a cold wind suddenly blew in the room.

Han Heng raised his head and subconsciously looked at the deep and dark eyes of the ancient Suihan that were like black holes.

In the next second, I only felt that the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, the eyes were all blood red, and the pungent bloody smell filled the entire nasal cavity.

The deafening shriek and wailing in his ears constantly devastated the weak eardrums.

“This is……”

He murmured, and he couldn’t help raising the teacup in his hand to drink tea to calm his mind.

“what……”

Just as Han Heng put the teacup to his mouth, he suddenly smelled a stench of carrion.

Looking down, there is mellow and warm tea in the cup, it is clearly blood clots mixed with minced meat.

From time to time there are maggots coming out, exuding an unpleasant smell,

“Snapped!”

He threw the teacup out of his hand in horror.

He wiped a few hands on his body indiscriminately, and stepped back in horror.

“boom!”

Before Han Heng took a few steps back, he bumped into a wall, feeling the wet and greasy feeling from his back.

He swallowed hard.

He calmed himself and said to himself: “This is an illusion, this is an illusion. I need to be calm, and calmness can penetrate the flaws of this illusion.”

After all, he is a cultivator in the Yuandan realm, even if he is not good at fighting.

Very little experience.

But that instinctive consciousness is not weak at all.

Fa Jue was pinched out, and his eyes suddenly lit up, Han Heng held the small tripod in his hand with sweat on his face.

From time to time, brilliant purple flames blew out little sparks from the tripod.

The surrounding air begins to distort visibly to the naked eye.

Obviously, the flame temperature has reached a terrifying level.

“…You dare to plot against me. Wait for this real person to go out. You must be skinned and cramped, and your bones will be devoured.”

Han Heng felt the violent aura of his own spiritual weapon.

Can not help but add a bit of courage.

A pair of angry and somewhat fearful eyes swept around constantly.

While speaking, he did not forget to try to find the flaws of the illusion.

“You think… this is an illusion?”

Gu Suihan’s voice sounded faintly.

In this lonely and terrifying environment, it seems extremely strange, even cold.

“Humph! Otherwise.” Han Heng couldn’t help but feel even more courageous when he heard Gu Suihan’s answer.

grinned.

“Then…you guess the illusion, can it kill you?”

Gu Suihan’s voice was accompanied by a “click” sound all around him.

A little more spooky.

“What… what,”

Han Heng gritted his teeth and stared at the skeletons with carrion, pus and blood that kept drilling out from the bloody mud not far away.

When the law was played, I saw that the small cauldron hovering in his hand suddenly sounded a dull sound.

The purple fire was like a dragon, and suddenly shot out from the gap in the edge of the tripod cover.

Such as burning the sky and burning the earth, rendering the surrounding into a magnificent color.

As if there is spirituality, following Han Heng’s command, he spread out and rushed towards the skeleton.

“puff!!!”

Muffled sound.

The disgusting skeleton instantly turned to ashes.

On the other hand, looking at the purple fire, it was like entering a realm of no one.

It crisscrossed into a fine net that covered the sky, and burned it into scorched, smelly ashes.

“Hahahaha!! It turns out that it doesn’t work!”

Seeing this, Han Heng was in high spirits. He laughed wildly and stretched out his finger.

The purple fire turned into a rain of arrows that exuded an amazing temperature, and shot silently.

“So… how about this?”

Gu Sui Hankong’s cold and cold voice sounded again, and the mosquito murmured softly, but it fell into Han Heng’s ears word for word.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the skeleton that climbed out, already covered with thick and tight armor.

Holding a big spear in both hands, he let out a silent roar.

Suddenly, he rushed towards Han Heng.

“Humph! So what? It’s just trash.”

Han Heng recalled Zihuo and turned into a wall of fire to protect himself in it.

Fire and rain continued to fall.

Like a shooting star.

Draw a long scorch mark and hit the skeleton body that has changed greatly.

He was silent in the slaughter, unaware that a faint blush appeared on his face at some point.

His eyes had a tendency to gradually turn red.

“Zheng!!”

Ding Ming shook, awakening Han Heng, who was immersed in the killing.

“Good… what a brilliant fantasy!”

Han Heng felt lingering fears, and sweat poured out like water.

Against the background of the purple fire, the pale face looked so strange.

“Suppressing the soul! Destruction!”

There was a murderous desire in his heart again, which made Han Heng feel a little ruthless at the same time.

Biting the tip of his tongue, he spurted out a stream of blood essence on the small tripod.

A dim light appeared in his eyes, emitting a ray of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The next moment, Han Heng got what he wished and saw Gu Suihan, who was only half a meter away in front of him with an indifferent face.

“Die! Burn the sky and break the law!”

“boom!”

Following Han Heng’s hoarse roar, the lid of the cauldron was finally fully opened, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with purple light.

The fog-like illusion was instantly shattered.

In the crackling sound, the flames turned into dragons and rushed towards Gu Suihan from all directions.

“laugh!!”

Gu Suihan’s face was horrified, and before he could react, he was instantly incinerated into nothingness.

“Hahaha!”

Han Heng watched Gu Suihan turn to ashes, he couldn’t help gasping for breath, and let out intermittent laughter like the rest of his life.

“what are you laughing at?”

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

Familiar voice, familiar tone.

As if struck by lightning, Han Heng reluctantly looked aside with a stiff neck.

Gu Suihan was still sitting there, holding a cup of tea.

Indifferent eyes stared at him silently.

In front of me… it’s still the same small case.

“How… how is it possible?”

Han Heng turned back and looked at the slightly different table in front of him.

I looked at Gu Suihan’s location.

Immediately his face turned pale.

He understood, finally understood.

Illusion… Who said that only one layer can be laid?

Previously, it was just to confuse the line of sight. Taking advantage of the period when he fell into an illusion, he only needed to easily turn his body to ninety degrees.

Then put a table engraved with the formation in front of him.

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In a hurry, Han Heng, who tried his best to break the illusion, had no intention to observe these details again.

Anger filled my mind.

His mind was full of thoughts of killing Gu Suihan.

So, the formation on the table, launched…

With a full blow, it hit the empty space.

“Good…a careful thought.”

Han Heng stared at Gu Suihan dejectedly, and after a while, he said bitterly: “Every step of the way, the calculation is so far. It’s not wrong for me to lose!”

“Snapped!”

Came softly.

Han Heng saw Gu Suihan sitting in front of his eyes, like water, with ripples.

Together with the table, it slowly disappeared.

“It’s not wrong.”

The faint voice flowed into Han Heng’s mind in a trance.

“It turns out… there is!”

Han Heng regained his senses and smiled bitterly.

He turned around and looked at Gu Suihan who was standing behind him with his hands behind his back.

“I have some questions. I hope the elders can answer one or two…”

Regardless of the complex mood of the other party, Gu Suihan said lightly, and took Deacon Zhang’s secret treasure that seemed to be related to Jiuyou Huangquan, as well as the big cauldron that was engraved with the ancient demon inscriptions on the last refining spirit tool.

There are also various questions about his coming down from the upper bounds.

Afterwards, he glanced at the other party in a leisurely manner, and poured a cup of tea on his own.

Waiting for the other party’s answer.

PS: The deity’s comment on the chasing book artifact, there is actually Xiaoxiao who said that the deity is fake.

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Today’s proof, that’s me!

it is me!

It’s just… me ah ah ah ah!

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