Chapter 578 Fantasy

Gu Wuzhi once reminded Qin Yan that Xing was a powerful illusionist. Ironically, the old poison himself died in Qin Yan's lifeless fantasy, while the star in turn used illusions to avenge him.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of illusions came to my face, and the ethereal magic sound sounded in my ears. In the quiet moment after the raging tide of the sea, the mermaid surfaced surfaced and looked at the colorful clouds in the west and sang elegantly, and the song was seductive... The cold wind piercing frozen peaks, looking around the white snow, the lonely sword god looked down at the world, sighing and lonely... The bustling city of people surged, and the sound of hawking rose one after another. In an instant, The house fell and stood, and the owners of thousands of cities died in a blink of an eye. The prosperity of the city did not change, but things were different... The ethereal Sanskrit sound sang in the sky, and countless Buddha wheels reflected the sky into gold, and the white lotus petals scattered down... In the dark world, the extreme demon king who dominated hell walked on the road paved by the devil's flesh and blood. Ghost They cry and moan, and all kinds of desires are intertwined and enlarged here... Floating light and shadow, true and false are intertwined, which makes people deeply trapped in it and can't extricate themselves.

Qin Yan is sneering: 'If you are as specialized, you may be tricked by me. Unfortunately, you just put together so many boring scenes. There is neither the solemnity of Buddha nor the horror of hell. It's okay to fool ordinary people. You can play these things in front of me and want me to reward you with a few taels of silver. ?'

The star seemed to feel the contempt from the bottom of Qin Yan's heart. As his thoughts turned, the situation of the earth turned again. The endless hell piled up of bones floats into tens of millions of smoke and dust like sand. Qin Yan, who watched indifferently in the collapse of the sky and the earth, found that he was walking on a familiar road after losing his mind for a moment.

He is not as tall as a green vine, pulled by adults left and right, stepping in the spring of willow catkins. More than ten years of memory quickly blurred, and he looked around blankly, always feeling that this scene seemed to have been experienced in the deepest dream.

Is the person holding his father and mother?

"Yan'er, look!" His father's voice sounded above his head. Ziqing looked in the direction her father pointed, and saw a wild vine hanging down on the high slope on the other side of the river, with purple flowers, like shining stars in the sky, and she wanted to flatten down with a purple veil. There was a dripping flowing water at the tip of the branch, so that the wild vine purple flowers became more and more delicate.

Isn't this his favorite string of long vines when he was a child? The memory that I thought had faded or even disappeared came to my mind extremely clearly at this moment. Why does he have a feeling of wanting to shed tears when he sees the familiar scenery?

No, it's not just this green vine, there is one most important thing I want to know...

He suppressed his confusion and melancholy, turned his eyes and looked at his father's face. Unfortunately, even at such a close distance, he still can't see his father's face clearly. He held his father's arm and jumped and screamed, but like an old-eyed man, no matter how hard he tried, it would help.

"Yan'er is really naughty!" His mother smiled beside him, and his gentle and kind expression seemed to melt his heart and was willing to fall here, even if it was just a false fantasy...

Qin Yan's mind was in a trance again, and his consciousness was more blurred, as if everything had flowed back to the past year. What happened over the years was just a long dream last night. In fact, in the real world, he was still just a child, slow under the care of his parents. Slow growth.

What about the years of loneliness experienced in the dream, as well as the short-lived love and missing?

It doesn't matter. As long as there is fate, when I grow up, I will naturally find her...

Just as he was distracted, he heard a sudden sound, and his face suddenly hurt, which hotly stimulated his nerves. It turned out that his father slapped him in the face.

"Boys should be steady and jump like words!" His father's voice was so real, and his face gradually became clear. Qin Yan looked at him raise his palm and slapped his other cheek again.

When the slap came, he raised his hand and grabbed the other party's big hand with the young five fingers of a three-year-old child.

The father was extremely shocked. This is because in his fantasy, Qin Yan's power can actually turn against the guest. Did he peep through the truth hidden in it?

Qin Yan's eyes gradually changed from blankness to cold. He licked the blood flowing from his mouth. A faint smile escaped from the corners of his lips and said coldly, "So this is your true face? Sure enough, it's as ugly as I expected! Even if you are dozens of years younger, you will be as disgusting as a corpse in a grave. No wonder you usually don't dare to see people with your tail between your legs. This honor also dares to pretend to be my father. Are you tired of eating bear-hearted leopards or are you tired of living?

Bun pointed out that there was still a look of shock in Xing's eyes, and the other hand clenched his fist and hit Qin Yan, but he was easily held by the three-year-old child and could no longer move at all.

"Use other people's miss for relatives and friends to lure him into the abyss step by step. Blame Xing, I appreciate your strategy, but if you use it on me, it's an unforgivable death penalty..."

Qin Yan smiled faintly, and his hands were forced again, which made Xing's arms tremble, and one face turned pale.

At this time, the star monster suddenly burst into a huge force. The whole person turned into a lion-tiger-shaped beast, broke away from Qin Yan, and in turn lifted him up and threw him into the clear river. The indifferent water flowed like mercury and lead, and dragged him to the bottom of the deepest river.

Qin Yan moved his limbs, but he seemed to fall into the weak water of Wangchuan, and there were countless water ghosts dragging under him. The cold and heavy river quickly poured into his mouth and nose, and his mind was gradually submerged by a dead darkness...

The star stood on the shore, looking through the river, looking at Qin Yan's body gradually stopped moving after a period of struggle, and couldn't help laughing strangely: "What if you can see through my illusion? With brute force alone, you still can't fight against ghosts and gods after all. Get out of hell, hahahaha..."

He laughed presumptuously and proudly and completely forgot where he was. Just as he was preparing to get out of the fantasy and harvest the fruits of victory, everything around him was blurred again. A burst of fear suddenly jumped into his heart, and he shouted in his heart: Is this boy also an illusionist who wants to turn against the guest and kill me?

The surrounding scenery is changing, but the actual scene can never be created. Dan criticized Xing's heart and gradually settled down: it seems that the other party's achievements in illusion are not as good as his own. In the war for territory, even in the face of the distracted self, he can't gain an advantage.