Chapter 1795: Heart Demon Illusion!

The demons are not good at sitting in the law to understand the Tao. Their cultivation in the spiritual realm is far lower than that of ordinary Taoists. They only cultivate power but not the law. No more magic.

Unless in these few short days, Lin Qiu cultivates his spiritual realm hard and reaches the point where he surpasses Yao Meng, otherwise, Yao Meng is sure that he will not lose to him.

However, if you think about it carefully, if your master can borrow sacred objects such as the Holy Dao Tablet, so that you and others can greatly improve their skills, this uncle probably has some tricks, right? It is not impossible for Lin Qiu to improve his spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, Yao Meng didn't dare to take it lightly, and quickly sank into his mind, retracting all his consciousness into his soul, and settled down safely.

On the other end, Lin Qiu opened his eyes and took a look at Yaomeng, then closed his eyes and settled down. Although the demons are not good at meditation, it doesn't mean they can't.

Just to settle down? So simple?

Everyone on the mountain was a little confused. It is possible to enter this realm, not to mention ten or eight years, but thousands of years. Could it be possible for them to wait here for thousands of years?

Even Su Hang was muttering in his heart, what the hell is Lin Xuan doing? What is so special about the test stone?

"Buzz!"

Just when everyone was wondering, they saw that the test stone in the field suddenly vibrated slightly, making a ripple, which swept across the two people in the field in an instant, hit the shield, and swung back in an instant.

Seeing Su Hang, he frowned slightly, as if he faintly sensed that something was wrong.

...

Yao Meng was concentrating his mind and meditating in peace, when suddenly there was a buzzing in his ears, which made his mind dizzy and pulled him out of the samadhi.

Opening his eyes, the scene in front of him changed. Sitting under a towering mountain, there was a small mountain village and tribe. There was very little smoke in the tribe, and the atmosphere of the country was everywhere.

Canglang Mountain? This is? Canglang tribe?

For Yaomeng, the surrounding scenes are familiar yet far away. He actually returned to the Canglang Tribe, his hometown 30 million years ago. Every plant, every tree, every person, and thing are all so familiar.

Yao Meng walked into the tribe, surrounded by men and women, old and young, hunting in the mountains, gathering fruits and vegetables, sitting in front of the house sewing clothes with animal fur, playing and frolicking everywhere on the village road.

Uncle Niu, Grandma Xiong, Er Zhuzi, Gen'er, Dan'er, Mao Mao... Familiar faces entered Yaomeng's eyes and brought Yaomeng's thoughts back to that era.

Are you all still alive? I'm back?

"Yeah? The young patriarch is back!" An aunt who was drying clothes saw Yao Meng and shouted in surprise.

As if seeing a giant panda, everyone immediately put down their work and ran towards Yaomeng.

Yao Meng is now at the same place in a daze, how many times has such a scene appeared in her dreams.

The crowd surrounded Yao Meng, chattering and chattering, each and every face was full of joy and excitement.

"Meng'er is back?"

Yao Meng stayed where he was and didn't speak. At this time, a voice came, and then a Tu Xingsun came out of the crowd. It was Yao Meng's father, Yao Nu, the patriarch of the Canglang Tribe.

Seeing Yao Meng, Yao Nu's face is also full of joy, everything is so harmonious.

"Patriarch, patriarch, it's not good, patriarch..."

At this moment, a hurried voice came, and everyone followed the sound, and saw a clansman running in from the entrance of the village in a panic.

"Why are you so panicked?" Yao Numo frowned, her small body exuding a powerful majesty.

The clansman tripped over something, fell to the ground with a thud, and quickly got up again, his dirty face was full of horror, "Patriarch, it's not good, I, my third uncle, he, he died?"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised.

"Dead?" Yao Nu frowned.

The tribe said, "In the morning, my father and I brought back a dead pig from the ditch outside, and roasted some to eat at noon. As a result, my third uncle vomited blood and died after eating two mouthfuls...cough cough... ...cough cough... poof..."

As the clansman spoke, he coughed violently, just after coughing a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff, and fell down on his back.

"ah?"

Everyone was frightened, and spread out in a circle. The clansman twitched a few times, spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and then fell silent.

Just die like that? Before everyone figured out what was going on, they saw a puff of black air rising from the clansman's body, like a faint black cloud, escaping in all directions.

"Be careful!" Yao Nu knew that the thing was definitely not a good thing, and immediately yelled. However, it was too late, and there were only ordinary people present, and few of them had cultivation bases. In an instant, he was entangled in those black air.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

All of a sudden, men, women and children coughed one after another, as if it could be contagious, and after a short cough, they vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Save, help, young patriarch, save me..."

"Run, run!"

"Meng'er, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and help save my father!"

The whole tribe was in a mess almost instantly, coughing and screaming were heart-piercing, and the clansmen fell down one by one, and the terrifying and ferocious faces made people feel terrified.

Yao Nu was shouting, and those familiar faces were calling to him, asking for help, but Yao Meng was standing still, motionless, as if afraid of breaking the moment of tranquility.

Thirty million years ago, the disaster that hit the Canglang tribe, the disaster of the plague, has always been the eternal pain in Yao Nu's heart. Even if he sometimes dreams, he dare not recall it.

The tribe that was still in harmony just now, at this moment, corpses were strewn all over the field, and people were screaming and screaming everywhere. Those heart-piercing shouts were really heart-wrenching.

"Meng'er, hurry up and help save people, you will be able to save them if you sit down and learn from Pangu Great God..."

Yao Nu's urgent shout came from the side.

Yao Meng shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "I am very satisfied to see you again after so many years."

After finishing speaking, the voice in his ears gradually faded away, and the surrounding scenes also gradually faded away. When he closed his eyes and opened them, it was clear that the Canglang tribe was still on the ring of Qintai Mountain.

It turned out that the heart demon was aroused by the heart-testing stone just now, and Yaomeng recalled those unbearable pasts.

Those with a lower level of spiritual cultivation can easily collapse and sink in it, but Yao Meng is already a monk in the Dao of Heaven, and his spiritual cultivation is extremely advanced, but the demons of this level can't help him.