The Secret History of Xuanmen

Chapter 279 Counterattack
Disgusted.

As the name suggests, there is disgust and disgust.

Use a dislike as bait, when you think you have broken the dislike, you have actually fallen into a trap and caught the real dislike.

It's like a dream within a dream. When you wake up from a dream within a dream, you are still in a dream.

If ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they may not even have a chance to react, and they will fall into this second layer of disgust in an instant.

And once you are trapped in the second level of hatred, it is almost impossible to get out of the anti-hating.No matter how high the cultivation base is, it is difficult to succeed.

Because this second level of disgust is not reality, but an illusion, and it is impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion.

As expected of someone who dares to claim that he is a true member of the class, this act of disgust really caught me off guard.

Fortunately, my consciousness is far superior to that of ordinary people, and I can immediately recognize that I did not really fall into the river, but an illusion of being disgusted by disgust.

In addition, I have a hole card that belongs only to me, and that is Zhao Gousheng.

I knew that when I followed the severed hand, my every move would be watched by the people behind the scenes, so I pretended I hadn't done anything, deliberately and inadvertently entered the game he set for me.

But if I do nothing, Zhao Gousheng can become my oriole catching cicadas.

The paper figurine left me, and I sacrificed a paper bird and flew to me at the first time. At the same time, I asked him to recite the meditation mantra constantly and maintain a state of high vigilance, so that even if I was deeply bored The illusion of disgust can also be used to get out.

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My whole body kept falling into the water, I held my breath instinctively, and started to avoid the water, but the river was very deep, no matter how I swam upstream, I couldn’t reach the surface.

Time goes by bit by bit, if it continues like this, no matter how strong my breath is, I won't be able to persist in the water for a few hours, and I'm afraid I will really be drowned by the water.

Fortunately, about a quarter of an hour later, the paper sparrow that Gou Sheng sacrificed flew here.

It landed on an unfinished building, and observing everything here from its eyes is completely different from what I have experienced.At this time, I was not in the so-called river, but stood still and kept thumping.

At this time, I was not in the so-called river, but stood still and kept thumping.

There was a bucket above my head, from which water kept falling on me.

This is the power of illusions, just like water ghosts who want to harm people, even if they lead people into knee-deep shallow ditch, they can't get out, so people often drown in small ditch in rural areas, that's actually Water ghosts hurt people with phantoms.

There is also a hemp rope tied to the handle of the bucket, and the other end of the hemp rope is the severed hand. It is this severed hand that keeps pulling the bucket at this time, so that the water in the bucket falls on me.

And there was a person standing beside the severed hand, this was an old man in his sixties, dressed in commoner clothes, he looked extremely rigid.

This sixtieth old man has only one hand, obviously the severed hand belongs to him, and he is the person behind this scene.

He just stood there quietly, looking at me with smug eyes, admiring his masterpiece.

Another five or six minutes passed quickly, when a voice sounded from the river bank: "A young genius taught by Lu Ban? It turned out to be nothing more than that. Don't insult the reputation of the patriarch with this level."

It sounded to me that the voice came from the river bank, but it was actually made by the sixty-year-old man.

Soon, he continued to say to me: "You will be drowned soon. If you don't want to die, please beg me. Kowtow to me three times in the water, and I will rescue you ashore."

After saying this, he looked smug, as if defeating me, an orthodox Luban disciple, made him very excited.

And I closed my eyes, and started to manipulate my profound energy with the help of the paper sparrow's eyes.

I let the 'river water' enter my seven orifices, feeling every drop of water.

Soon thousands of water droplets exploded from around my body like blooming fireworks, splashing towards the sixty-year-old man.

Wanshui turned into a sword and hit Huanglong directly.

When the water sword touched the sixtieth old man's neck, I said coldly, "Who is begging whom, who is kneeling, you should know yourself."

(End of this chapter)