Chapter 1951 Break Again

In the consciousness, An Shicong and Dian Gongrong were drinking mushroom soup, making snoring noises, and Qin Shuang's consciousness could even see the expressions of enjoyment on their faces. But in her vision, An Shicong in front of her was full of horror and blood.

"An Shicong, what's wrong with you?" Yu Guanting and the others stood up from the campfire and ran towards this side. Qin Shuang reached out to stop Yu Guanting and the others, looked at An Shicong warily and said:

"How do you prove that you are An Shicong?"

"Damn it, it's a ghostly obsession again!"

An Shicong took out a talisman and released it, and that talisman released colorless fluctuations, and a low, murmuring voice was born in the fluctuations, which could be heard but could not be heard clearly, full of mystery.

At the moment when the talisman was released, Qin Shuang saw An Shicong in his consciousness and said again:

"Qin Shuang, why are you silent? What happened?"

However, that voice was not An Shicong's voice at all, it was a hoarse and deep voice mixed with a trembling voice.

"It's that voice!"

Qin Shuang's whole body tensed up, and she took two steps back, her eyes tightly fixed on An Shicong in front of her. It's not that she didn't encounter similar situations, but they were all in the illusion. And where is the phantom formation in front of him?

"Damn it, which one is real?"

The situation seen and the voice heard in the consciousness, it seems that An Shicong in the village is fake, but who can guarantee that An Shicong in front of him is real?

He released a talisman just now, who knew that An Shicong's voice in the village wasn't changed by that talisman?

Qin Shuang's eyes kept looking up and down at An Shicong opposite, but she couldn't be sure that the person in front of her was real, because in her spiritual sense, An Shicong in that village was also real.

"What evidence do you have to prove that you are the real An Shicong?"

Qin Shuang asked in a concentrated voice. This sentence made Yuguanting and other monks behind her all nervous.

"Clang!"

Yuguanting took out his long spear, pointed at An Shicong who was facing him, and shouted in a concentrated voice:

"Who are you?"

An Shicong smiled wryly, "I am really An Shicong.

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Having said that, he looked back at the village uneasily, then turned his head, looked at Qin Shuang and said:

"We once met the demon half-step fairy king in the void..."

He briefly narrated the previous events, and Qin Shuang's expression eased a little, because what An Shicong narrated were all real events.

"Where is Dian Gongrong? Where are the more than a hundred monks? Dian Gongrong is the third level of the Nine Heavens Profound Immortal, you can escape, why didn't he escape?"

"I don't know!" An Shicong shook his head depressedly and said, "After entering that house, we separated. After I entered a house by myself, when I came out again, to be honest, I don't know if I will see you again. Is Dian Gongrong Dian Gongrong, including those monks?"

Qin Shuang frowned and said, "Then how did you get hurt?"

"The ghost suddenly appeared, and I fought with her. I shouted to Dian Gongrong and the others to help, but they didn't seem to notice that I was fighting the ghost. What should I do? What should I do? The ghost was fighting me At that time, a kind of fluctuation was emitted, and I knew it was a kind of ghost skill, called ghost obsession. Now I don’t know whether Dian Gongrong and the others are controlled by ghost obsession, or are they simply illusions arising in my heart? "

Qin Shuang's brows frowned even tighter, and a hint of irritability rose in her heart.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing up the gray dust on the ground, and the whole world seems to have become gray, which makes people feel unreal.

"Kachacha..."

A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the space, making An Shicong's face pale under the lightning.

"Qin Shuang, let's leave and go back to the camp to join the immortals." There was a tremor in Sun Yuan's voice.

Qin Shuang narrowed her eyes and looked at the small village a hundred meters away. The whole small village was shrouded in gray. In the strong wind, the gray dust swirled, making it even more mysterious.

"Qin Shuang, let's go back." An Shicong said with an extremely disturbed expression.

Qin Shuang looked at An Shicong, her spiritual consciousness was still shrouded in that room in the village, she thought for a while and said:

"The crown court!"

"Huh?" Yu Guanting still pointed the spear at An Shicong, and replied without looking back.

"You all use your spiritual sense to investigate that house and tell me, what did you see?"

"good!"

Yuguanting and other 20 or so monks spread their spiritual consciousness, and soon came to the gate of the courtyard, and then enveloped the house.

Qin Shuang's consciousness still enveloped Dian Gongrong and An Shicong in the room.

"Um?"

Qin Shuang's heart skipped a beat. In her consciousness, the figures of Dian Gongrong and An Shicong suddenly faded and then disappeared.

"An Shicong, Dian Gongrong!"

Qin Shuang's consciousness reverberated in the room, but she still couldn't hear the slightest response, and couldn't even see the slightest figure. Qin Shuang's spiritual consciousness quickly expanded, spreading from the room to the entire house, but at this time the more than one hundred monks disappeared without any trace.

"how so?"

"Dian Gongrong, An Shicong!"

Qin Shuang's consciousness vibrated in the whole house, but there was still no response at all.

Qin Shuang withdrew her consciousness, looked at Yuguanting and others, and saw that Yuguanting and others had also withdrawn their consciousness at this time, and they were looking at Qin Shuang blankly. Seeing Qin Shuang looking over, they all shook their heads and said:

"I didn't see a single figure."

"boom……"

On the other side of the hillside, there was a loud noise, and at the same time, the aftermath of the power radiated shook over. Everyone couldn't help turning their heads suddenly, Yu Guanting said in shock:

"Qin Shuang, the voice comes from the camp."

Qin Shuang frowned tightly, and Sun Yuan said again: "Qin Shuang, let's go back."

Qin Shuang looked down at the heart awl in her right hand, recalled the scene where she threw it out before and then came back inexplicably, and felt a little uneasy in her heart. At this moment, Qin Shuang suddenly had a feeling that if she just left like this, this slight Anxiety will always linger in my heart, and it will magnify and become my own demon.

"Clang..."

Qin Shuang put the heart awl into the storage ring, pulled out the Linglong sword with her backhand, and strode towards the village and said:

"I'm going to go in and have a look."

"Qin Shuang, the Linglong Sword cannot be used casually, it will become enchanted." Yang Linglong's voice appeared in Qin Shuang's consciousness.

"Ghosts don't have blood, so they won't enchant you."

Qin Shuang's spiritual consciousness transmitted sound, and kept walking.

"Qin Shuang, you..." An Shicong and Sun Yuan said almost at the same time, with tremors in their voices.

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