Chapter 055 Dream Space

The Xuanfeng Tower showed the momentum of Mount Tai to cover the east.

Mu Xiangdong did not dodge and threw the Juling Ding to greet him directly. The middle-aged Confucian student was happy to see Mu Xiangdong's move, and the other party did not dodge. You should know that this Xuanfeng Tower has a strong forbidden ability. Even the monsters in the foundation period will fall into bondage and finally be detained by him.

"You... Are you actually a late foundation-building monk?"

As soon as Mu Xiangdong made a move to gather the spiritual tripod, his cultivation appeared unreservedly, and the powerful spiritual power fluctuated to make middle-aged Confucian students see clearly.

Confucians change their minds. No wonder the other party is not afraid at all, but hide their strength. It seems that they can only escape first. So ordinary, Xuanfeng Tower did not see any strange achievements in one blow, and did not continue, but quickly shrank and flew back.

Seeing this, Mu Xiangdong obviously understood the other party's thoughts. It seems that this Confucian monk wanted to retreat without fighting. If he ran back to the deep well or escape to another place, it would be difficult for him to find it again.

Mu Xiangdong commanded Mengling to jump directly. The little Mengling's intelligence was extraordinary. In connection with Mu Xiangdong's mind, he had already understood the other party's intention. A layer of hazy fog scattered directly around the middle-aged Confucian body that had just received the Xuanfeng Tower, but in an instant, a psychedelic array was arranged. The law is like a dream, giving people a sense of drowsiness.

Speaking of this dream spirit, Mu Xiangdong found that since crossing the border, his cultivation ability has only dropped to the same level as Mu Xiangdong. If it is calculated according to the previous ratio of the hazy clan crossing the human world, it is obvious that this dream spirit has no cultivation ability now. In fact, this is related to Mu Xiangdong's spiritual blood. With the blessing and nourishment of this spiritual blood, the cultivation of this dream fairy pet has not been suppressed and reduced too much. In terms of its definition law, it is actually the same as Mu Xiangdong's spiritual blood, which can also be said to be a split of Mu Xiangdong. Therefore, such a situation occurs. In the future, I will say no It will definitely improve with the progress of Mu Xiangdong, and the potential is not small.

For this fog and illusion array, the middle-aged Confucian student's secret way is terrible. Obviously, he knows the other party's way. Although this array does not hurt people, it is obviously has some strange effects. If he doesn't find a way to break the array, he will definitely be captured by the other party.

Confucian bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, a fishy smell came, but the blood fog that stopped in the air spread out and turned into a dark color, which seemed to stain everything.

"Today, I will let you taste the power of my 'baby spirit and dirty god method'!"

The middle-aged Confucian said viciously that his face was twisted and changed, but his gentle and elegant appearance was completely different from before. At this time, his face became black, his face was full of sores and pustules, his teeth were black and yellow, and his hair was loose as if he hadn't washed for many years, but it was disgusting and horrible.

Such vicious kung fu hurts others and themselves like seven wounds. Middle-aged Confucian students are not willing to use it at all. This is also partly because Confucian monks attach too much importance to their appearance and are unwilling to break their appearance. Generally, in a magic fire religion, everyone will rest a poisonous skill, so it is not good to destroy their appearance and image. Therefore, for ordinary mortals, this illusion fire religion is actually a demon and has not been popular. This middle-aged Confucian student also has this idea, so he has been denying his true self and finding a good skin.

At this time, he had no choice but to use poison to destroy the skin for the whole body.

Mu Xiangdong frowned slightly, and the spiritual connection from Mengling had already grasped the situation. This Confucian is obviously determined to fight to the death. If it is based on Mengling's previous cultivation in the hazy world, even if Mu Xiangdong's previous practice period is used to capture this monk alive. But now it is different. The dream spirit's cultivation has plummeted, and the power of casting spells has naturally weakened hundreds of generations, so I'm really afraid that this dirty thing will be stained, but at this time, it is obvious that the conditions for controlling dreams have not been completed. If it is suddenly withdrawn, this Confucian student will definitely find a gap to escape. Moreover, in a little while, the formation was completed, and it was time to deal with this Confucian student.

"Taoist friends, please wait. In fact, you and I are not a great enemy of life and death. It is not beneficial for you to kill and hurt me by such means. If Taoist friends are willing to answer the next question, they can not only release Taoist friends, but also catch dozens of monsters at the peak of foundation for Taoist friends at that time. I don't know what the friendship will do."

Mu Xiangdong said, obviously just to delay the time. However, the Confucian monk did not know the reason, but said that Mu Xiangdong was afraid of his life-saving trick. Confucianism urged the blood fog to consume a lot, so he also stopped the plan. Obviously, he also wanted to delay and look for opportunities.

"If it's a matter of two interests, it's not that we can't talk about it. You might as well talk about it."

"Taoist friends are really smart people, so good."

Mu Xiangdong said unslowly.

"Dare to ask Taoist friends if they know about the massacre of Mujia Village eight years ago."

Mu Xiangdong asked, and the middle-aged Confucian student was silent for a moment, obviously how to answer in the composition of words.

"I've also heard of it. I don't know why you asked this."

The middle-aged Confucian student replied, obviously afraid that he would break the opportunity to negotiate later.

"It's so good that since Taoist friends know, we need to continue talking. Can you tell me who was the mastermind of the slaughter village in those years?

Mu Xiangdong went straight in. Now the array is completed. The other party is under his own control. He is not an evil person. Now he also gives this person a chance. If the other party is desperate, he can only force himself to search for the soul.

"What Taoist friend said is ridiculous. I'm just hearsay about this matter. You asked me who the mastermind is, but how can I answer you?"

Confucian pretended not to know, but in fact, he had already guessed one or two in his heart. Mu Xiangdong thought that he was the little child who ran out of the village in those years, and now he has grown up to seek revenge. However, he certainly can't say this matter. Although the other party is only a monk in the foundation period, he will still cause a little trouble for the elders in the door. He always knows that he leaked the secret, that is, 10,000 heads are not enough to kill.

"Then it's useless for me to keep you. Let me send you on the road."

Mu Xiangdong said lightly, but every sentence was like a knife in the heart of Confucian students, but there was not much emotion and was extremely cold.

"Looking at Taoist friends, they were understanding people, but they used to be indiscriminate people. Now I really don't know this matter. How can you let me say it? Aren't you forcing me?"

Confucianism continued to show weakness. He knew that the other party was not a traitor and evil person, and he would definitely not really kill himself.

"You haunted Qinfu, but told me that you didn't know about the slaughter of the village in those years. Who would believe you? In those years, the Qin county magistrate was the murderer on the surface, and I'm sure there must be a mastermind behind this. Could it be you!"

Mu Xiangdong's voice was fierce, and he pointed straight at the other party.

"What are you talking about, Taoist friends? I have only entered the Qin Mansion in the past few years. You were seven or eight years ago, but what does it have to do with me?"

Middle-aged Confucian students strive for the way.

"I will know if this is the case. Now that you are under my control, you will know after capturing you alive. If you don't want to suffer from the soul search, now let's go straight to avoid damage to your consciousness.

Mu Xiangdong will naturally not believe the other party's excuse. Judging from Master Qin's collusion with the other party and this person's skills, the slaughter of the village is definitely impossible to have nothing to do with him.

"You..."

Confucians were speech-bushed for a moment, and suddenly burst out, and the blood fog spread and was about to attack Bai Qi. At this moment, the vision suddenly abued. The blood fog is completely still like solidification, and there is no way for Confucian monks to drive half of it.

"I have already said that you are now in my control, and everything should be controlled by me. I am your God. What else do you have to say about God!"

Mu Xiangdong's majestic tone is full of domineering. Anyone who enters this illusion array must be controlled by the space law set by him. Unless his cultivation is too powerful to escape from the prohibition, there is only a dead end. For such a dream space, Mu Xiangdong is obviously a god-like existence.