After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 148 147. Leaving Da Chu, the King of the Outer Realm (8.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Late night
In the gauze curtains, Song Yan and the two witches were having a fierce fight, like two phoenixes and a dragon chasing each other in the waves, and it took a long time for them to calm down.

He casually hugged a demon girl, took a short rest, then got off the bed and walked towards the secret room for training.

At this time, Tang Fan should be in the bridal chamber, giving birth to his offspring in a state of drunkenness and dream.

Tang Fan had no choice.

Neither did he.

At this time, Feng Chengzi was naturally blocked from external visibility.

Song Yan opened the stone door and sat cross-legged on the central stone platform in the secret room for training.

It was a stone platform carved with a skull, located in a good position on the mysterious vein of this place.

Just now, he had spent 580 years of his life practicing "Finger of the Stars" and "Hand of Shaking the Heaven" to perfection, and spent another 1045 years of his life picking and choosing from the previous Crimson Palace spells, finding 15 spells that he thought were useful and practicing them to perfection.

It has to be said that the inheritance of even just one random lineage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is much richer than that of the Nanwu Sword Sect or the Puppet Sect.

The 15 Jiang Palace spells include "Lihuo Dun", "Gen Tu Dun", "Yi Mu Dun", "Jin Guang Dun", and "Xuan Feng Dun". These five escape methods and the "Kan Shui Dun" that Song Yan had learned before have their own strengths. In addition to the five elements, there is also the conventional "Xuan Feng Dun" that does not rely on the five elements. In this way, no matter what the environment, he can run faster than others.

As for the remaining eleven gates, they are scattered and each has its own merits.
Among them, there is a special secret method called "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman", which is extremely effective.

This "Ancient Blood Slave Talisman" is a special spell created by ancient monks. The minimum requirement for its use is to be in the late stage of the Crimson Palace realm.

This spell is cast using one's own blood, which is imprinted into the body of a target whose realm is lower than one's own. With the cooperation of others, the target can be transformed into a "blood slave."

For blood slaves, with this "blood slave ancient symbol", cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort. The more powerful the master's blood is, the more outstanding the cultivation effect will be.

But what they need to pay is absolute loyalty, because the master only needs to think about it, which can turn the "blood slave talisman" planted in their bodies into a death talisman, which will explode directly and kill them instantly.

But for the caster, there is also a price to pay, and that is the loss of blood.

Even though the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman does not require the core essence blood to be cast, it cannot be cast with ordinary blood. Once this blood explodes, it will bring some minor impacts to the caster. If the number of times is only in the tens, it is still okay. But if it is more, it will become a real damage.

In addition, if the combined strength of all the "blood slaves" exceeds that of the master, it will bring about a certain backlash; if they are close to the master, it will make the master feel a strange sense of oppression.

Therefore, the "Blood Slave Talisman" is also destined to be unable to enslave targets in large numbers, and it is even more impossible to enslave multiple targets whose realms are only slightly lower than its own.

But even so, the effect is extraordinary.

You have to know that something like the "Ice Hell Bracelet" can only control three people, and it also needs the "Hell Life Bracelet" as a medium, but this Blood Slave Ancient Talisman saves a lot of trouble and allows direct control.

If this secret technique is used in battle, it will naturally have no effect. But if it is used to control the power of a place and quickly take root, it is extremely effective.

In the secret room.
Song Yan raised his hand to demonstrate.

In the void, magic spells keep flowing, and eventually gradually return to nothingness.

One month later.
Song Yan sensed signs of life in Xing'er's belly.

Feng Chengzi not only felt the little life, but also felt the unique spiritual fluctuations of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan emanating from this little life, which made the Wuxiang Ancient Clan suddenly ecstatic.

Xing'er looked at the old ancestor anxiously.

She instinctively wanted to seduce the ancestor again.

But thinking of what the ancestor had said to her before, and the attitude of that stupid husband towards her during this period, she hesitated and stood still for the first time.

In front of Feng Chengzi, Song Yan raised his finger and tapped Xing'er's forehead. A drop of hot blood oozed from his fingertips. Then he used the "Blood Slave Ancient Talisman" to draw a talisman on her forehead.

"Grandpa, did Xing'er do something wrong?" Xing'er asked in panic.

Song Yan said in a deep voice: "Focus your mind and concentrate on absorbing it. This will be good for you."

"Yes"

A moment later, an ancient blood slave symbol was branded into Xing'er's forehead.

Song Yan said: "From now on, your cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort, and even if you break through the Crimson Palace Realm in the future, you will have a better chance than others. However, your life is completely in my hands. I can kill you in a moment, even if I am thousands of miles away."

Seeing Xing'er's panic, Song Yan said again: "Take good care of the baby in your belly and raise him well, and you will be fine."

Xing'er looked up at the ancestor in front of her, and felt a strange connection between her and him. It was a feeling that "the person in front of her has the power of life and death." She said in shock, "It's the ancestor."

Song Yan added: "Wu Fangtian will also be influenced by my method. By then, you and him will be in the same boat. If you need help, he won't dare to refuse. If anything happens to the child in your belly, he will die."

Xing'er said "yes" again and again, but then hesitated until Song Yan said "speak", she hesitated and said: "Old. Old Ancestor, can I ask who my husband is, and why the child in my belly is so important?"

Song Yan asked: "Didn't Tang Fan tell you?"

Xing Er said, "He only told me to raise the child in a low profile and not to let the child practice."

Song Yan was stunned.
He did get it, he knew that he couldn't reveal the matter of the "Formless Clan" to anyone, but what the hell did "not let him practice" mean?

Before he could say anything, the formless ancient ancestor Feng Chengzi in the formless mask was already so angry that smoke was coming out of his whole body.

"It's unfortunate for our family. It's unfortunate for our family. Who gave him the power to stop my descendants from practicing?"

Song Yan said calmly: "Then listen carefully, the child in your belly is the blood of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. You may not know what the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is, but you only need to know that once these four words are leaked, you will be unable to live or die. Unless one day, you meet other members of the Wuxiang Clan."

"The ancient Wuxiang clan." Xing'er murmured this unfamiliar term.

Feng Chengzi shouted in the mask: "Zhang Han, leave some skills for my younger generation to practice."

Song Yan responded with "I've already prepared it", then he took out a storage bag and handed it to Xing'er, saying, "Inside these are some skills and resources from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. As a mother, I'll need your help.

Whether the mother will rise to the sky with her son's honor, or die and her soul will be scattered, it all depends on a single thought. This is both a danger and a great opportunity, so grasp it well."

Xing'er took the storage bag with trembling hands and said respectfully, "Thank you, Ancestor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan left.

In the formless mask, the highest level of secret techniques in the early stage of Purple Mansion was “unlocked”.

Song Yan looked over and saw a line of words on the cover - "The Art of Mind Escape".

It’s an ordinary name, but it contains the word “遁”.

Song Xuan read it carefully and became more and more pleased with it.

This "Mind Escape Technique" is about: blending into thoughts and escaping in an instant. The thoughts it can attach to are not limited to "killing thoughts", but can also be used for "protective thoughts" and "self-thoughts".

What’s even more amazing is that the “Mind Escape Technique” does not conflict with the “Five Elements Escape Technique”. After all, the two have different carriers.

In other words, you can let your thoughts perform the "Five Elements Escape Technique", and then you can perform mind escape on this "thought that performed the Five Elements Escape Technique".

It's double acceleration.

In addition, if the object of attachment of "The Art of Escape from Thought" is "my thoughts", other variables can also be produced, namely - hidden in my thoughts.

In this way, you can completely hide in other people's souls in this way, and even cannot be discovered by others. This is almost the same as the "Divine Infant" realm.

It took him some time to put the "Mind Escape Technique" on the board, and then he spent a full 600 years to perfect its practice.

Feeling that his "speed" shortcoming had been corrected, he breathed a sigh of relief and was in a good mood.

At this time, Feng Chengzi in the Wuxiang mask suddenly asked: "How do you know how to use the Blood Slave Ancient Talisman?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "I said I am from the Wuxiang clan, but you don't believe me. What can I do?"

Feng Chengzi asked strangely, "You mean, you started practicing after reading in this book pavilion?"

Song Yan smiled and nodded.

Feng Chengzi laughed "hehehe", then laughed out loud, and finally said: "Poor!"

Song Yan knew that the old man was saying that his lie was too fake.

He had done it on purpose and had no intention of making excuses. He just smiled and looked out the window again, only to see that the peach tree had already grown buds.

Spring has arrived. After some time, he will turn Wu Liantian into a blood slave and teach him the "Evil Tide Art". Then it will be time for him to set off for the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom.

But I don’t know what the soul threshold of the king of thugs is like.

More than a month later.

Song Yan set off with Tang Fan.

About a year and a half later.
The two traveled a long journey, passing through several mortal realms controlled by foxes and wolves, and finally arrived at their destination.

It is called the destination, but it is not the entrance to the "Soul Threshold of the King of Henchmen".

A large army is stationed at the foot of the barren loess cliff.

The thousands of soldiers were chilled and their banners were unfurled.

The words "majestic" and "powerful" appear in the wind as they stretch.

This is the territory of Xiongwei State, a vassal state of the Longboduowei Fox Clan in the southern territory of the King of Hell's Soul Threshold.

Along the way, Song Yan had a good understanding of the southern part of this mountain and sea monster country, at least the general map and territory of the fox and wolf tribes.

The two tribes ruled over a total of fifteen mortal kingdoms, and these kingdoms were still within the territory of the Mountain and Sea Monster Tribe, not counting the Great Chu, the Three Kingdoms, etc.
The fifteen mortal kingdoms were originally ruled by the three tribes of fox, wolf and tiger.

But since the tiger tribe was destroyed, its territory has been divided up by foxes and wolves.

If one looks down from a high place, the territories of the two tribes are like a strange scorpion with its head facing southwest and its tail pointing northeast, and the "Soul Threshold of the King of Henchmen" is in the center of the scorpion, surrounded by the territories of the two tribes from top to bottom and left to right, and large armies are stationed there at this time.

The Xiongwei Army is one of them.

The army below soon discovered two figures high up.

Song Yan brought Tang Fan down from a high place, raised his hand and showed the pass to the South that Master Yingti had given him. The leading general of Xiongwei State immediately dismounted and knelt, then respectfully pointed the way.

When he finished pointing the way, he said, "Master Yingti has already entered.

Before the Master entered, the road ahead was smooth, but in recent days, strange things have begun to happen. I have lost many people in succession, and the camp has been retreating again and again. Now it has retreated more than ten miles, so please be careful. "

After that, he said "Oh" again, as if he remembered something, tilted his head, and said in a dignified voice: "Bring me the map!"

Suddenly, a scholar brought out a scroll of atlas, which recorded the terrain ahead.

The general said: "The entrance here is called Guillotine Ridge, and there was a city area ahead.

Many years ago, it was full of lush green vegetation and numerous wild animals, but now it has become a land of yellow sand, and many strange things have happened here. The people have long since moved away, leaving only many deserted villages and cities.

This is an old map, but I don't know if there are any changes inside. Your Excellency, please take it, I hope it will be of some use.

Master Yingti, they can be seen after crossing this ridge, they are only a hundred miles away from here."

After that, the general clapped his hands again and called out, "Wengao, Shaolou."

Suddenly, two cavalrymen stepped out.

The general said, "You two used to live here, you are familiar with the environment, and you have been scouts for many years. This time, bring the messenger in."

The two cavalrymen looked ashen, but they did not refuse. Instead, they clasped their fists and said, "Yes."

The general said, "Those who died in the service of the envoy will receive generous compensation. You two have brothers and elderly mothers at home, and they will live a good life because of you."

The two cavalrymen saluted again, then clamped their horses' bellies, leaped forward, and waited quietly.

Tang Fan showed an expression of reluctance, looked at Song Yan, and said irritably: "Devil, we are familiar with each other along the way, right? When did you need these two little mortals to lead the way?"

Song Yan said: "That's right."

He waved his hand and asked the two cavalrymen to retreat.

However, the two cavalrymen were still a little hesitant, as if they didn't want to miss this chance to die.
But compared with this opportunity, the two men dared not disobey the order of the envoy, so they withdrew respectfully.

Song Yan took Tang Fan and went to the front of the army.

When they reached the entrance of Guillotine Ridge, he untied the shackles on Tang Fan's hands, took out the "blood rope", and said, "We are all here. There is no point in running away."

Tang Fan twisted his neck and turned his wrist, feeling the strength gradually returning, then glanced at Song Yan and suddenly said, "I really don't know what kind of person you are.

You can drink with me heartily, but you can also do things shamelessly and unscrupulously. You are cruel and cold-hearted, but you can easily let go of two ordinary soldiers. I don't believe you were provoked by me."

Song Yan smiled faintly, patted his shoulder, and said with concern: "Be careful when you enter. You have been through so many things, don't be so naive."

Tang Fan sneered and said, "Being with you, I have only learned one thing. In this world, some people change their attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. But. Thank you."

Song Yan suddenly threw out a storage bag and said, "This contains your things, as well as some Heart Purifying Pills and Soul Purifying Pills, which may be useful in this Soul Threshold."

While observing the place, he took the pill and swallowed it, saying calmly: "It is forbidden to fly here, it seems that we can only walk in."

Tang Fan took the storage bag, took a deep breath, took out a Heart Purifying Pill and a Soul Purifying Pill and swallowed them, then stepped forward.

What he didn't know was that the old demon behind him was actually more nervous than he was.

The yellow sand rolls up and down.

Mortals here cannot even take a deep breath, because just one breath can fill their noses with sand.
This is a desolate world that has cracked and collapsed.

Song Yan and Tang Fan were naturally not in any trouble.

As Song Yan walked, he kept his eyes on Tang Fan beside him.

They walked like this for dozens of miles.

Suddenly, his expression changed, because he realized that everything around him began to show a strange sense of blur and distortion.

When I looked back again, the road I came from had disappeared.

He raised his hand, and a giant bloody hand reached forward to grab.

This grab was like grabbing cotton, there was no feeling at all and no consequences were caused.

He turned his head again and found that Tang Fan was gone too.

"Illusion?"

He frowned slightly.

Illusions are common, but this is the first time he has seen an illusion.

When it comes to illusions, the target of the cast is often just a single person, usually oneself.

But there are many things that need to be changed in the illusion, so it is naturally complicated, not to mention an illusion that can make him return to the Purple Mansion Realm.

"Tang Fan?"

"Tang Fan?"

Song Yan called twice again, but no one responded.

Song Yan immersed himself in the faceless mask again and called out, "Feng Chengzi, come out and take a look, what is this?"

But what was strange was that Feng Chengzi, who was always available at any time, did not respond.

There was rumbling fog on the top floor of the bookshelf, which was a sign that Feng Chengzi had fallen into a deep sleep again.

"I haven't even entered the Soul Threshold yet, and I haven't even met Master Yingti. What's going on?"

Song Yan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, because he didn't know when, the Guillotine Ridge in front of him had turned into a kind of "twisted and wriggling intestine". The light was gradually shrinking, and the darkness outside was gradually increasing, as if something bad would happen once the light disappeared completely.

Song Yan instantly performed the escape technique and flew forward at a high speed.

He had not held out much hope, but the result surprised him, because he actually came across a bright green lawn of sand.

There were four figures standing on the green lawn.

Three demons and one human.

Master Yingti was also among them.

The other two were a wolf demon and a deer demon.

The human being was a middle-aged man, who was nervous and anxious at the moment. It was obvious that he was also a person who was captured to take the "evil treasure".

When Master Yingti saw Song Yan appear alone, his expression turned slightly cold. He was about to say something when he saw another person suddenly appear from behind.

It’s Tang Fan.

Master Yingti then said, "Zhang Han, keep an eye on the people you bring with you. If they are killed before they reach the Soul Threshold, you will be in trouble!"

Song Yan smiled faintly and replied "yes".

As time went by, he had completely realized that he was still in an illusion, and everything in front of him was fake. However, this illusion seemed to have no lethality, but it had an extremely terrifying sense of reality. At least until now, he had not figured out the means to break this illusion.

They come, the security.

He was calm and not panicked. He looked left and right and began to think about how to break through.

At this moment, two more people appeared at the Guillotine Ridge behind.

There is a person like him, a human being, who looks to be in the Purple Mansion Realm.

The other man still had handcuffs on his hands, and he was undoubtedly a "treasure remover" like Tang Fan.

However, Song Yan was stunned when he saw her.

He almost exclaimed, calling out her name.

"Junior sister Xiao Jiu?"

Junior Sister Xiaojiu obviously noticed his gaze, but she just glanced at him coldly and then lowered her head.

"The world has its own rules. The Sea of ​​Bitterness is a place that is designed to strip away obsessions. After countless years and countless lives, it has become extremely terrifying.

If the sea of ​​suffering and the mortal world were connected for some reason, heaven and earth would have new means to make up for it.

This method is the secret realm."

Master Yingti talked eloquently, "If the sea of ​​suffering overflows a little, the secret realm will naturally come to block it from the mortal world, so that the water of the sea of ​​suffering will not enter the mortal world, but only enter the secret realm.

But is the sea of ​​suffering so easy to guard against?
Therefore, with repeated leaks, the secret realm outside will be stacked up layer by layer, like a series of strange maze-like tumors.

We call this place where many secret realms are connected together a tumor realm.

The soul threshold of the king of henchmen is at the end of the tumor realm.

The treasure we want to pick up is also there.

After entering here, we will randomly enter a secret realm and may not be able to travel together.

However, there are only three people who can pick up the evil treasure this time!

Whoever of us encounters them, protects them as best we can, and then carries them forward as quickly as possible until we reach the end.

have you understood? "

Swish.

Two figures emerged in the secret realm of gray mist.

Song Yan quickly looked at the figure beside him, and it was a female cultivator who looked like Junior Sister Xiao Jiu.

But he already knew that this female cultivator was not Xiao Jiu, but Tian Yao.

Before he could speak, Tian Yao looked at him and asked coldly, "Senior, as a powerful person of our human race, why do you help the monsters to commit atrocities?"

Since Song Yan knew that this place was an illusion, he ignored her and raised his hand to start casting various spells. However, after casting all the spells, there was no change at all. Instead, it attracted a bunch of strange monsters.

Those monsters are connected by Gusha and are extremely terrifying.

Song Yan protected Tian Yao while fighting.

Slowly, the gray fog thickened and a strong sense of corrosion came over me.

Song Yan suddenly had an idea, raised his hand, took out a paper house and threw it out.

This paper house was made of Zhang Han's blood. Although Song Yan placed Zhang Han's blood corpse in the Three Kingdoms to let it form on its own, he always carried the paper house with him. This paper house could not be easily destroyed, so it instantly opened up a safe area in this strange secret realm.

Song Yan took Tian Yao inside quickly, but Tian Yao was already injured.

At first Song Yan didn't care, but he gradually discovered that Tian Yao not only looked like Junior Sister Xiao Jiu, but also had a similar personality and temper.
In this case, he really couldn't just ignore it, so he treated her wounds with a cold face.

The two stopped moving forward and started practicing in this paper house. During the practice, they gradually developed feelings for each other. Although they talked about it, they kept it to themselves.

Finally one day, the gray fog dissipated, and light appeared at the entrance to the secret realm.

Song Yanyi collected the paper house and left with Tian Yao. When he got outside, he didn't see the demons. Master Yingti was not there either, most likely he was killed in the soul threshold of the king.

A few days later, Song Yan took Tian Yao away.

Even though there are thousands of troops outside, how could they possibly find the two people?
The two then went south and returned to the Three Kingdoms to help Yu Xuanwei repair the ancient teleportation array.

When the formation was completed, the two of them reached the other side of the formation together. The other side was the source sect of the Nanwu Sword Sect, which was a larger sword-cultivating sect.

Song Yan and Tian Yao naturally joined the sect, and the two of them officially became Taoist companions. They fought for justice, slew demons and eliminated monsters, practiced together, made progress together, and became elders of the sword-cultivating sect together, becoming an enviable pair of immortal lovers in the world of cultivation.

"My disciple, my time is coming to an end. From now on, the sect will be handed over to you and Xiaoyao."

The short old man in a white robe sat on the sect leader's lotus platform, his serious expression now showing a kind smile as he looked at the two people opposite him.

Song Yan looked at the old man quietly.

He didn't move.

He floated beside like a transparent man. He still knew that this was an illusion, so he seemed unable to be contained by the illusion and floated beside.

However, the other entity Song Yan had already prostrated himself, shouting respectfully, "Yes, Master!"

The old man looked exactly like Shi Zuo Weng.

"Hahaha, with Xiaoyan and Xiaoyao here, our sect will definitely become stronger."

"Yes, we watched these two children grow up. They are good children with a righteous heart and a righteous mind. I am very satisfied to see you like this."

Song Yan turned his head again and saw that the cultivator sitting on the elder seat on the other side was the same as Master Kuye Swordsman and Granny Meng.

"Brother Song, let's work hard together from now on."

Tian Yao tilted her head and looked at him with a beautiful smile.

And the real Song Yan had already held her tightly in his arms.

"I know that Senior Brother Song did many bad things in his early years, but Senior Brother was forced to do them. Now those things are in the past. Let's work together to protect the sect, protect everyone, and protect the human race."

After a year or so.
The time limit for the clan leader has come.

Song Yan and Tian Yao buried him, and then came to the gate to take office as the sect leader.

Tian Yao looked at him expectantly with a smile.

Song Yan pushed open the door and strode out.

Outside the door, there was a brilliant golden light. Countless disciples were looking up at him from below, shouting the name of "Sect Master Song".

Many more years
Tian Yao gave birth to a son and a daughter for Song Yan.

As time passed, the children grew up and also began to practice swordsmanship.

Later, the children got married and the Song family became stronger and stronger.

Song Yan's transparent figure sometimes floated outside and sometimes overlapped with the real Song Yan.

But he did not get lost, but kept reminding himself "This is an illusion, this is an illusion."

Until one day.
"Dad! Dad?"

"Brother Song? Husband?"

Anxious cries echoed in the Song family.

Both Tian Yao and Song Yan's children and descendants were looking for him everywhere.

But Song Yan was gone.

At this time, the real Song Yan disappeared completely, leaving only his transparent figure floating outside.

He could see those people, but they couldn't see him.

"It's time to finish."

Song Yan sighed lightly, because he had already felt the weakness of this illusion, which was the time limit.

Even though he is impeccable and hard to break free from, when the time comes, if he is not completely addicted, it will be easy for him to sober up.

He stood in the courtyard.

The courtyard is filled with familiar scenes, and there is even a snowman piled in the corner.

At this moment, a trembling voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate: "Dad, you... you're back? Where have you been for so long?"

The voice soon became joyful, and she shouted: "Mom! Mom! Dad is back!"

Soon, Tian Yao appeared in front of Song Yan. She looked at the snow on the ground with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she bent down, quickly squeezed it into a ball and threw it to Song Yan.

pat!

The snowball landed on his left cheek.

Song Yan did not dodge, and at this time he was no longer transparent.

Tian Yao ran over crying, threw herself into his arms, and said, "Where have you been? Why did you leave without saying a word? Do you know how much we missed you?"

Song Yan looked at "Junior Sister Xiaojiu" in his arms, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes tightly, while the children and young people in the distance quietly retreated.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dusk.

The rosy red glow stood at the end of the sky and earth, and with his beloved beauty by his side, a strong sense of happiness filled Song Yan's heart.

Looking back on the events that happened after he succeeded the Sword Cultivation Sect's leader, he felt that he had done everything with a clear conscience.

"Brother Song, what are you thinking about?"

"Junior Sister Xiaojiu" snuggled in his arms and watched the sunset with him.

Song Yan said: "I was thinking, if all this is true, how great it would be."

"Junior Sister Xiao Jiu" said, "How can Senior Brother Song know that this place must be fake?"

Song Yan closed his eyes, greedily feeling the warmth, warmth, beauty, and peace at this moment. Here he had the life and everything he wanted.
"The children have grown up, and it's time to hand over the position of sect leader. We should find a blessed place to practice and break through in peace." Junior Sister Xiaojiu's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

Song Yan was silent.

Junior Sister Xiao Jiu continued: "Are you still thinking about the past?"

Song Yan continued to remain silent.

Junior Sister Xiao Jiu said, "It's all over."

Song Yanchang sighed, slowly opened his eyes, and met the mischievous eyes of Junior Sister Xiaojiu.

Junior Sister Xiao Jiu smiled and asked, "Brother, what do you want to do now?"

Song Yan said: "Watch the sunset, and then leave this world."

Junior Sister Xiaojiu tilted her head slightly.

Song Yan felt tears wetting his collar, and the hands that were holding him tightened even more.

Junior Sister Xiao Jiu cried and asked, "Why do you have to leave?

why?

Is truth or falsehood really that important?

We can stay together as a family, can't we?"

Her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, and she cried more and more as she spoke.

Song Yan loosened his arms, looked at her tenderly, wiped away her tears, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and hesitated to speak. Finally, he fixed his eyes on the "Junior Sister Xiao Jiu" in front of him and said softly, "Goodbye, the sunset is so beautiful."

"Thank you, Xiao Jiu."

He did not call out "Tian Yao"'s name, because he was always sober and knew that all this was fake.

The next moment, Song Yan suddenly closed his eyes.

He felt that the time for illusion had come.

If he sinks, he will continue to sink. Without external force, he will probably never wake up.

But he did not sink.

He was terribly awake the whole time.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, which turned into a blood claw, and said coldly, "Break it for me."

The world that was previously impeccable was now vulnerable and was torn apart.

The sunset faded, yellow sand filled the sky, and cliffs stood on both sides of the unfinished road.

He is still in Guillotine Ridge.

However, there was a strange hunched figure in front of him. That figure looked like a novice monk, but the familiar aura made him recognize it as a ghost.

There were strange thoughts and powers floating around the ghost monk's body. It seemed that he was a monster formed by the mixture of "the ghosts of the entire tiger clan, the sea of ​​suffering, and some other unknown things."

"Is that you, the devil?"

Song Yan looked at the ghost that appeared here for some unknown reason, suddenly raised his hand, and blasted it out indifferently.

Bang!
The ghost monk was extremely terrifying in the illusion, but he himself was vulnerable and exploded, disappearing on the spot.

Song Yan turned his head to look around, only to see Tang Fan standing there motionless with a smile on his lips and tears on his face. He didn't know what he saw in the illusion.

However, as the evil monk was crushed, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened from a dream. After waking up, he looked around in horror and pain, and shouted anxiously: "Meng'er! Xing'er!"

Song Yan raised his hand and slapped him on the head, saying, "Stop daydreaming, let's go."

(End of this chapter)