Chapter Eighty-Seven: Illusory Blood Magic

"Cold Moon Excalibur?"

"Hehe, this is the first time I've seen Han Nizi use the Cold Moon Divine Sword!"

"Good intentions! Good intentions!"

"Yes, Han Bingyi wants to take a shot at Han Zixiang with a divine sword, so she must use Han Zixiang's similar strength to see Amu's depth today, otherwise he will never let Amu go to the stage of life and death!"

In the void, Han Bingyi sealed his hands on his chest, and the Cold Moon Sword hung three feet above his head. This Cold Moon Divine Sword is a high-level spiritual treasure, and it is also a treasure of the Northern Cold, which is what Han Bing obtained when he worshiped the Northern Han Patriarch Hall. Among the Northern Cold Spirit Treasures, they can be ranked among the top three in terms of power, far above Yang Yun's Heavenly Ice Lotus Platform that day.

At this time, the tip of the Cold Moon Divine Sword pointed directly at Amu, and at the same time, thousands of cold qi fell, enveloping the cold ice in it. The white cold air, purple dress, and cold ice stand in the cold curtain, which is stunning and peerless.

"Senior Sister Han, why bother, such a magic weapon has no effect on me!" Amu looked at the Cold Moon Divine Sword above Han Bingyi's head with cold eyes.

The spirit-level magic weapon is already the first-class magic weapon of the Northern Han Sect. However, Amu is right, such a magic weapon really has no effect on him, as soon as the black rattan comes out, everything is broken, and at present, except for the black wood that Amu newly obtained, there is nothing that can be unharmed under the black rattan.

The Cold Moon Divine Sword is good, but it must not withstand the power of the black rattan.

"Amu, you are underestimating the Void Spirit Cultivator! If you really want to face Han Zixiang, where will you have the opportunity to take out the black rattan!" Han Bingyi sighed slightly, and then suddenly his eyes were full of brilliance.

This brilliance is extremely strange, and when Amu looks at it, he suddenly feels that the world is spinning, and everything around him changes instantly.

Amu came to a strange time and space.

What is it that flows? Colorful neon. What is flying? Five-colored birds. This shijie is familiar and strange at the same time.

In the chaos, there was a quarrel in the ear.

"The Remnant Scroll...... Fantasy ......"

"This kid can't keep ......"

"Coffin ......"

Intermittently, it was vague to figure out what it was, and there seemed to be the sound of a fight. This seems to be the first time Amu has traveled to this shijie's memory. That was Amu's first awakening when he came to this shijie.

Suddenly, a bright light came straight to Amu's eyebrows, it was an arrow of time, shining brightly.

Boom –

The dazzling white light made Amu involuntarily cover his eyes, and all the scenery changed again.

A small village on the northern border, that is Liuzhen. The easternmost part of Liuzhen, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and two courtyards, is the Wang family.

In a trance, familiar with everything, Amu actually returned home.

The front yard of the Wang family is scattered with all kinds of coffin-making tools and various colors of wood, and the fragrance of wood is scattered. A girl in red, holding her cheeks, looked at the wood in the small courtyard in a daze.

"Yu'er—" Amu couldn't help but shout.

"Brother!" Yu'er also seemed to see Amu, and rushed directly to Amu.

"Yu'er!" Amu greeted him.

But at the moment when Yu'er just threw herself into Amu's arms, Yu'er's red clothes instantly expanded in Amu's eyes, and the eyes were full of red, and the red clothes turned into bloodstains in the sky.

"Ahh

"Yu'er-" Amu was full of blood, and he rushed over directly, but what he grabbed was a hand of blood mist. The blood mist was so thick that it was impossible to distinguish between the upper and lower directions.

"Yu'er-—— Yu'er-" Ren Amu shouted, this shijie had nothing but blood mist, only an empty echo.

Everything in the Wang family of Liuzhen is long gone, and all that is in sight is blood. Clotted blood, flowing blood.

At this time, in the blood mist, a pitch-black figure slowly stepped out, lying on his back, dressed in black, with gray hair, covered in blood, coughing incessantly, and dragging a big black coffin behind him.

"Master—" Amu was stunned, and then pounced.

But it was empty, Wang Jue's figure seemed to teleport, not far in front of him, the distance between the two did not change in the slightest, and it was useless for Ren Amu to pounce forward.

Amu was in the blood mist, running frantically and helplessly, he was sweating profusely, almost suffocating! I don't know how long it was, how far he ran, he felt that the demonic cultivation power in his body was running wildly, but at the same time, it was about to be exhausted.

What's wrong with Yu'er? What's wrong with Master? Amu shouted and asked, his eyes blood-red, but everything was the same in the blood mist.

"Amu, don't come here!" At this time, an abrupt voice sounded behind Amu.

"Senior Brother Lishui!" Amu turned around and saw that half of Lishui's body was being swallowed by the blood mist. Lishui's face was pale and he couldn't stop struggling.

"Senior Brother Lishui!" Amu wanted to run over, but then he suddenly found that at some point his feet turned into a red swamp, and his legs were completely sunk into it, and they sank deeper and deeper.

Calves, knees, waist. Amu himself is constantly struggling, sinking into, sinking.

Amu struggled so much, but in fact, all this was just a snap of his fingers, thinking that everything was Amu's illusion.

In the void, the posture of the cold ice seal on his chest did not change at all, but his eyes exuded a psychedelic brilliance. The Cold Moon Divine Sword was still suspended above the cold ice head, hanging down thousands of cold qi.

Amu Zhi, who was not far away, stood on top of the Tianxuan Flying Saucer in a daze, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Well, why don't you move?" the fat old man frowned.

"It's an illusion!" the old man with the big golden bell shook his head slightly.

"Illusion? This Han Nizi actually used illusion to attack!Why don't you use her three great skills?" The old man with long eyebrows was stunned for a moment, and shouted at the old man holding the golden bell, "Old fellow, you are the best at illusion, what's the matter?"

"Alas!" the old man holding the big golden bell sighed, "It is said that Han Zixiang is good at illusion! ”

"Huh?" the other three were startled, but they all understood. The four old guys couldn't stop shaking their heads.

Han Bingyi, where is this to stop Amu? This is clearly for Amu to conduct a drill between Amu and Han Zixiang on the stage of life and death!

Illusion attacks vary widely, but they all attack people's psychology and consciousness. If Amu can resist Han Bingyi's illusion, then he will have a few more chances of winning against Han Zixiang. In order to simulate the effect of the attack, Han Bingyi actually disregarded his own damage and cast an illusion that he was not good at.

At this time, Han Bing continued to urge the spell, but sweat stains were also seen on his forehead.

"Amu, if this technique doesn't work, you don't have to mention life and death again! Han Zixiang's illusion is definitely above me!" Han Bingyi looked at Amu, his expression was complicated, and he muttered to himself in his heart.

Besides, Amu, the blood-red swamp at this time has not reached Amu's heart. The pungent bloody breath pierced Amu's nostrils.

His consciousness was actually a little trance, his chest was extremely stuffy, his mind was slightly heavy, and Amu seemed to be drowsy. All struggles were futile, and that only hastened the devouring of the blood-red swamp.

But at this moment, the Ancient Desolate Demon Sutra in Amu's divine consciousness suddenly flew out, and the black scriptures were interspersed like a dragon.

"Demon, the unyielding person of heaven and earth! Demon will, the unwilling thought of eternity! Demon Dao, the road to heaven of 30,000 avenues. Demon cultivation, do not go against the heart of the blood to cultivate. Immortals block and kill immortals, Buddhas block and destroy Buddhas, only my demon way, and eternity is the only one. ”

The black words, like Sanskrit sounds, are like the sun that suddenly radiates in the night. As soon as the black flowers came out, the blood mist dispersed, and the wind swept away the clouds.

There seemed to be thousands of wails in the blood mist, but they were powerless to change. With magic to break the illusion, the blood mist dissipated, and all illusions were lost.

Although everything is just a snap of a finger, it is like ten thousand years for Amu, the feeling of struggling in the blood mist and swamp cannot be exhausted for a long time, and Amu's back is actually wet with cold sweat.

This is a wandering struggle before the ghost gate closes!

"Senior Sister Han, I've been taught!" steamed and dried his clothes with his cultivation strength, Amu's long hair flew wildly, and a faint black gas lingered around his body, his white robe was drumming, and he was hunting.

This comes from the breath of the ancient demons, which is the appearance of gods and demons composed of black and white!

"Amu actually woke up in the illusion?" the old man with the big golden bell was startled.