Douluo's Shura Angel

Chapter 271 Panic, Nightmare, Reality and Illusion

Almost in an instant, Yan's heart was raised, the soul power surged in his body, the martial soul appeared, the temperature of the whole room was scorching hot, the khaki soul ring was suspended, and the soul skills were ready to go.

However, that feeling came and went quickly, so fast that Yan was very suspicious that the feeling he had just now might just be an illusion.

Perhaps, he is too sensitive and afraid! ?
Yan scratched the back of his head with some doubts, his eyes still looked around vigilantly.

He knew that in this Wuhun Academy, no one was brave enough to make a direct move here.

You must know that behind the Wuhun Academy is the Wuhun Palace, and here is the Wuhun City, the headquarters of the Wuhun Palace!
One second, two seconds and three seconds passed, except for the vigilant Yan, there was nothing abnormal.

This made Yan feel relieved, and the heart he had been holding was slowly let go, and then he was going to take back the martial soul.

"Shua!" At the moment Yan retracted his martial soul, it was dark before his eyes, and the sound of heavy objects breaking through the air came from above his head.

"Not good!" I exclaimed in my heart, and my body instinctively dodged to the side.

However, what made Yan's face change wildly was that his body suddenly became extremely heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

At this time, even if Yan changed his state, he couldn't do it, because at the moment Yan's body was stagnant, a black and shiny hammer had already smashed hard on his head.

With a sound of "Boom!", Yan's head was stunned, and the back of his head hit the ground heavily, bouncing twice quite comically.

Yan stared blankly and blankly at the familiar ceiling of his house and the blurry figure.

All he could remember were those blood-red eyes full of resentment and tyranny, and the black and shiny hammer that slammed towards him one after another.

"Puff puff puff!" The sound of the hammer hitting the flesh came continuously, and Yan could feel the bursts of pain coming from his body, and he could also feel the painful screams coming from the bones.

However, what made Yan very puzzled was why he hadn't fainted yet, why his pain hadn't been numb, why he hadn't been beaten to death yet.

Yes, Yan, who had been hammering for an unknown amount of time, finally realized this question, and began to think about the answer to this question.

Moreover, Yan stared blankly at the sky, he still couldn't see why the face that was hammering him was unclear, and he didn't know why no one had felt the abnormality until now.

I am a genius, a genius who has received intensive care and training, how could it be... like this! ?

. . .

"Ahhhhh! Hurt, hurt!" Yan suddenly hugged his head and rolled directly on the ground.

"Boom!" As a result of doing this, he directly knocked over his small table, shattered the enamel cup, spilled the unfinished food after buying it, and stained Yan's trouser legs with vegetable juice , on the shoes.

After a long time, the needle-like feeling in the soul slowly dissipated, and Yan finally recovered, panting heavily, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

At this time, Yan had time to look at his room and his current situation.

Inadvertently glancing aside, Yan's already pale face became even paler.

how so? !Yan can be sure that what he has just suffered is definitely not a simple illusion.

After all, the bursts of soreness from his body, the slight mourning from his bones, and the needle-like pain that has not stopped but eased a lot in his soul all indicate that what he just encountered is by no means a simple illusion .

It's just that he was still a little dazed, and he couldn't recall for a while, where all the problems came from. Now he just wants to let his mind go and let himself recover.

"Hiss!" A familiar chill came from the body, and the soul seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next moment, the familiar heavy pressure came from the body, followed by the familiar sound of breaking through the air, and the familiar blood eyes.

This time, the weapon in the hands of the blood-eyed figure also changed. This time, the figure held a shiny black dagger and stabbed at his flesh.

What frightened Yan even more was that the pain went straight to his soul!

. . .

At this time, when Yan suffered even more severe torture, Qian Renxue and the others were also watching the live broadcast of Yan's wailing and despair.

That's right, all of this is Qian Renxue's handwriting, and this is also a small method of using her head soul bone technique to kill the cemetery. She can inject the contained soul body into other people's bodies, and she can control it Guides a field of illusions.

Of course, whether the illusion is really just an illusion is in Qian Renxue's mind, she can completely convert the damage suffered by the opponent in the illusion into real damage in the real world, and the severity is also up to her to decide.

For example, this time, Qian Renxue only synchronized Yan's pain in the illusion, but did not synchronize the damage he suffered.

This skill is not very powerful, it can only be used on creatures who have no resistance or whose mental strength is twice as weak as hers.

As long as Fan Yan's mental strength is stronger, he will not be treated like this, at least he can still have some resistance.

Generally speaking, Qian Renxue would not let the souls she contained run out like this, those losses are real losses, and she only has Tang Hao now.

It was precisely because of Yan's weakness that he couldn't resist that Qian Renxue dared to use it on him with confidence.

Otherwise, if Tang Hao's soul, already crippled by her soul search, really suffers another loss, she really doesn't know who to cry to.

After all, Tang Hao's remnant soul is still useful, and this may be an important bargaining chip to induce the birth of Haotianzong at an appropriate time.

Of course, she holds the ownership of the illusion created by the soul she contained. As long as she is willing to bear the mental pressure of sharing the content, she can naturally share these pictures with others. It was paid by the master Qian Renxue.

For Qian Renxue, who has a sea of ​​spirits, this kind of consumption is just dealing with Yan, and the consumption is just sprinkling water.

Therefore, the three girls and one loli are watching Yan being tortured constantly.

Qian Renxue and Na'er didn't feel anything, but Hu Liena and Duguyan, who had been a little bit annoyed by Yan all this time, were very happy and at ease.

Indeed, in reality, it is really not good to deal too hard with Yan, and it is meaningless to deal with Yan lightly.

In the illusion, there is no need to worry about anything at all, especially when the pain in the illusion can be synchronized to the reality and the injuries can not be synchronized.

It's just that the second daughter looked at Qian Renxue, but didn't speak. Hu Liena didn't know how to speak, she was a little tsundere little fox!

Dugu Yan looked at Na'er at the side, thinking about the probability of Na'er obstructing it.

(End of this chapter)