Chapter 904: Their Own Fears (7000)

"Is this boy really robbed by the underworld marriage team? The previous underworld marriage team was a reflection of the shadow in Xiahou Aotian's heart, and came here specifically to pick him up?"

Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mural and marveled.

The scariest and strongest illusions are always weaved based on the deepest fears of the target.

Xiahou Aotian, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually has psychological shadow over ghost marriage?

No, it is not necessarily a ghost marriage, but an unhappy marriage, or a wife who is as scary as a ghost.

Was it his parents' unhappy marriage that caused him a psychological shadow since childhood?

While thinking about it, the mural changed. Two paper figures came forward and pressed the groom's head, forcing him to come to the church to get married.

Another paper man came forward and pressed on the bride's shoulders, making her bow and kneel.

Suddenly, the bride's head rolled down from under her hijab, and "Gululu" rolled in front of the groom. The head was so rotten that even if it was painted with white powder, it could not cover up the festering flesh.

The bride's eyes were frightening white pupils, staring straight at the groom, with two lines of black blood and tears flowing from her eyes.

In the mural, the groom started to roll his eyes in fear, and his body shook like chaff.

No, he's going to cause a problem! Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up his pen and drew streaks of lightning in the mural.

The silver lightning full of destruction came and evaporated all the evil spirits in the hall, leaving only the frightened groom. He looked around in fear, not knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, the door of the lobby opened, and a group of paper figures wearing bloody wedding clothes walked in, supporting the bride.

The bride's feet in the embroidered shoes do not touch the ground but are floating.

The wedding ceremony begins again.

"Xiahou Aotian can't be saved by forceful destruction. At most, we can relieve his fear at a critical moment..." Zhang Yuanqing touched his chin and frowned in thought.

If the illusion continues, Xiahou Aotian will either be frightened to death by the fear in his heart, or die at the hands of the ghost bride.

The illusion is like this, although it is fake, it is still deadly.

Using the target's inner fear to weave an illusion and silently kill people in the illusion is the illusionist's favorite thing to do.

At this time, it was impossible to expect Xiahou Aotian to overcome the shadow and fear on his own. If the inner fear is so easily overcome, it will not become a shadow.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he drew on the experience of the previous mural to outline a simple stickman (groom) with a brush.

The stick figure blends into the mural and turns into a groom in wedding attire.

Since it cannot be interrupted, let the illusory groom complete the happy event on behalf of Xiahou Aotian.

However, as soon as the groom appeared, the paper figures in the hall remained motionless, their necks twisted stiffly at ninety degrees, and their dull and gloomy faces all looked at the fake groom.

The fake groom's body twisted, his appearance mutated, and he turned into a paper man, silently joining the team.

"Reject the fake groom to replace you? Even if it is a ghost bride, you will not allow a 'supporting character' to possess it? What kind of Long Aotian!" Zhang Yuanqing, a top illusionist, interpreted Xiahou Aotian's psychological changes and couldn't help but complain.

The core of weaving illusions is actually to cater to the target.

Know the target, understand the target, and then kill the target.

Some things that are completely inconsistent with the target's personality, even if they are forcibly woven, will eventually end in failure.

The mural is woven based on Xiahou Aotian's inner fear. He is the gamebreaker. He not only has to deal with the illusion, but also Xiahou Aotian.

In the mural, the bride's head fell again and rolled in front of the groom Xiahou Aotian.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly smeared a stroke on the bride's head, transforming into a hijab, covering the terrifying head from the groom's sight.

Eliminating the most terrifying scene for him.

"We can't let him continue to be immersed in the illusion of ghost marriage. Try to defeat fear with fear. I remember Xia Hou Aotian said that he loaned materials to his family that he couldn't replace for a hundred years." Zhang Yuanqing changed his mind and put pen to paper in the mural. Outline it.

A new stick figure was outlined and transformed into the appearance of the head of the Xiahou family in the mural.

He put away his pen with satisfaction and silently watched the development of the mural.

The head of the Xiahou family in the hall took out his account book from his arms and said loudly:

"Xiahou Aotian, you haven't repaid the loan you made to the family. Who allowed you to get married? If you can't repay the debt, you will never get married and have children in your life. You will just work as a cow and horse for the Xiahou family."

The groom, who was originally full of fear, suddenly turned pale after hearing this, no longer resisted the marriage, and completed the ceremony with the ghost bride.

Well, it seems to have defeated the protagonist’s desire to survive! Zhang Yuanqing was a little embarrassed.

"This is troublesome!"

Cracking the illusion is a technical job, just like the swordsmanship of a swordsman. A swordsman who practices swordsmanship will be stronger than the average swordsman.

The spiritual realm gives the most basic talents, ensuring a lower limit. As for how high the ceiling is, it depends on personal practice.

After all, Zhang Yuanqing had become a monk halfway, and it had only been three or four months since he obtained the Heart of the Illusion God. In terms of purely technical skills, he was not as good as those senior Void Ones.

Of course, it would not be difficult for him to break the illusion after repeated attempts, but if too much time is wasted here with Xiahou Aotian, the safety of others cannot be guaranteed.

And if he chooses to save others, Xiahou Aotian, who has the weakest spiritual strength, is more likely to be in trouble than good.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned and thought for a few seconds, then thought of a way and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of Taiyin Qi.

The Sixth Elder, whose body was condensed like black smoke and only his head was real, appeared and bowed in salute:

"Owner!"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded majestically and pointed to the mural in front of him:

"My teammates are trapped in an illusion. The beings who weave the illusion are of extremely high status. I can't force them to come out. I need your help to break the illusion."

The beautiful Sixth Elder frowned and said, "Master, you have supreme authority. Not even you can crack it, let alone me."

Zhang Yuanqing maintained a dignified posture: "I just want to hear your opinion."

The Sixth Elder understood immediately.

The owner encountered technical difficulties and needed her help.

She immediately turned her attention to the mural.

At this time, Xiahou Aotian had completed his worship and was led by the paper man to the backyard.

The backyard is deserted, with an old grave and a new grave.

The new grave had just been dug, and there was a black coffin next to it. The lid of the coffin was open and there was nothing inside. This coffin was obviously prepared for Xia Hou Aotian.

Seeing this, the Sixth Elder was surprised and asked, "Why didn't he resist?"

How could the illusion woven with the fearful things in the heart be so calm and allow the paper man to do what he wanted?

Zhang Yuanqing said with a straight face: "Don't worry about these details."

The Sixth Elder did not dare to ask any more questions and spoke very quickly:

"His spirit body is deeply trapped in an illusion, and he is convinced that he is haunted by ghosts. In such cases, you need to give hints in the illusion to awaken his self."

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly asked: "How to awaken yourself?"

The Sixth Elder said:

"The illusion is like a real dream. People in the dream have a single thought and don't think about how strong they are. The evil spirits can't do anything to them.

"So, we need to remind him of who he really is and how powerful he is. When self-awareness is revived, the illusion will be destroyed.

"As for how to give hints, you have to study it based on his personality, habits, preferences, etc."

The head of the Xiahou family that I transformed just now shouted the name "Xiahou Aotian", but it had no effect! I don’t know Xiahou Aotian’s real name either…

Commonly used spiritual IDs don't work, and some real-life relationships and information are even less likely to wake him up.

Based on preferences, habits and personality? Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were racing and he planned to take a gamble.

He drew out pieces of paper money on the wall with his pen, and let them float all over the deserted back house. They fell on the ground, fell into the coffin, and landed on Xiahou Aotian and the paper man.

Every piece of paper money has certain information written on it.

At this time, Xia Hou Aotian was already lying in the coffin. A paper man held up a mallet and wooden nails, penetrated his abdomen, and nailed him into the coffin.

The pain made Xiahou Aotian's face become distorted. He struggled desperately and wanted to escape, but was held down by the paper people.

A flurry of paper money fell on his face, which read:

"I am Xiahou Aotian, and I shall conquer all enemies in the world."

In the mural, his expression was obviously stunned and dull.

More and more paper money was scattered, and each piece of paper money had a line written on it:

"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor", "If heaven had not given birth to me Xiahou Aotian, the bachelor's eternity would be like a long night", "The return of the Dragon King Xiahou Aotian", "How the protagonist is made", "Half The ancestor of the gods also wants to surrender to me." "It's a showdown, I am Xiahou Aotian."

Xiahou Aotian stared at the paper money in confusion, confused, and thinking.

When the paper man nailed his limbs and prepared to drive the last wooden nail into his chest, the confusion and confusion in Xiahou Aotian's eyes disappeared.

The mark of the alchemy furnace appeared between his eyebrows, and bright flames burst out of his eyes.

The surrounding paper figures were instantly ignited, and the three-color flame spread out like a tide, igniting coffins, wasteland, tombs, and the old house.

A fire breaks out in the mural.

Then, like waves of water, Xiahou Aotian stepped out from the wall. He held his head high and his chest high, looking arrogant, quite like the Aotian Emperor.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Regarding his character, this was the only trick he could think of.

The arrogant Xiahou Aotian in the second grade of middle school was made to realize that he was the protagonist. Since he was the protagonist, how could he be afraid of a mere ghost marriage?

If this trick doesn't work, Zhang Yuanqing will try to lift part of the seal on the heart of the phantom god and forcefully break the illusion. But in this way, maybe the most terrifying thing in the dungeon is not the BOSS, but him.

"Hey, you actually walked out of the illusion earlier than me? Yes, after all, you have dual professions, the God of Days and the Void." What can I do!"

Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "I am Xiahou Aotian, I should conquer all enemies in the world, right?"

Xiahou Aotian was stunned.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him and said: "If heaven had not given birth to me, Xiahou Aotian, the eternity of a bachelor would be like a long night."

Xiahou Aotian no longer had the arrogance he had just now, and was surprised and uncertain: "How...how do you know?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his lips: "I transformed it to save you!"

"Then the head of the house in the illusion?"

"I also imagined it. I originally wanted to use a huge debt to make you sober up and recognize what reality is. Unexpectedly, someone just gave up on survival." Zhang Yuanqing's smile widened, "I forgot to tell you that you were the first to fall into the illusion. Yes, because your cultivation level is the weakest."

Xiahou Aotian looked at him with a stiff expression and froze in place. After a few seconds, he put down the protagonist's proud figure and showed an ugly smile:

"Thanks to you, even the protagonist needs the help of supporting characters sometimes. Well, can we not tell this matter?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and said jokingly:

"Tell me first, why are you afraid of getting married? Shouldn't the protagonist have three wives and four concubines?"

Xiahou Aotian's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and he felt ashamed that his inner secret was being peeked into.

He was also blackmailed!

Zhang Yuanqing did not ask any further questions, deliberately leaving the blank blank, and then said:

"Go see the others, they should be tougher than you, but there can be no further delay."

He raised the golden flame in his palm and walked along the wall.

Xiahou Aotian looked constipated and said in a low voice: "Damn it, Yuanshi Tianzun made a joke of it! He actually held me hostage..."

The mental fluctuations of a Qin Dynasty alchemist could be heard from the black iron lever on his left hand: "What gave you the illusion that you are not a joke?"

"..."

Xiahou Aotian didn't bother to beep with him and quickly followed him.

When the two came to the third mural, they saw a dark night. In a prosperous community on the outskirts of the city, flames and smoke billowed, and luxurious villas collapsed into ruins.

A group of villains with scarlet eyes and gnarled muscles were wreaking havoc everywhere. Under the butcher's knife, every living person fell into a pool of blood.

In the collapsed ruins somewhere, a little girl huddled up, shivering under the cover of the ruins, her little face stained with tears.

She was soon found by a bald man with scarlet eyes full of malice and a ferocious smile on the little girl.

The little girl was so frightened that she ran, and the strong man behind her chased her.

She successfully escaped pursuit and hid in another ruins.

"Is this the scene when the Chu family was exterminated?" Xiahou Aotian knew the life experience of the master of Zhisha Palace. Xiahou Chi had gone to Songhai to try to kill the master of Zhisha Palace to avenge his son.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed, the massacre of the Chu family was her aunt's biggest nightmare.

It left indelible scars on her young mind. While she was afraid, she felt that she should have lived and died with her family back then.

She was trapped by her own obsessions and fears.

If this continues, when the exhaustion and despair in her heart accumulate to a certain level and she loses her desire to live, the little girl in the fantasy will be caught and killed.

"She will be caught sooner or later." Xiahou Aotian said.

With the experience of the first two times, Zhang Yuanqing quickly figured out a way to break the illusion. He drew a stick figure with random features on the mural.

The stick figure blends into the mural and turns into the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun.

He walked into the ruins, squatted down in front of the little girl, and said softly:

"I'll take you out of here."

The little girl raised her tear-stained face and looked at him blankly.

"Yeah!" She nodded choked.

Zhang Yuanqing took her hand, walked out of the ruins, and walked through the battlefield of fire and smoke.

Strong men with scarlet eyes came one after another. Before they could get close to the two of them, they were chopped into charcoal by lightning.

Zhang Yuanqing led the little girl from the mural. As he got closer and closer, the little girl's eyes became calmer and deeper.

The wall rippled, the Yuanshi Tianzun in the painting disappeared, and the Master of the Killing Palace, wearing a red dress and a silver mask, came out.

Because Xiahou Aotian was there, she just looked at Zhang Yuanqing softly and said nothing.

Normally, I would definitely take the opportunity to act coquettishly and ask for kisses and hugs.

At this time, the three of them had reached the corner of the wall. There was no mural on this side, so they turned back, passed by the base, and came to the other side.

They stopped in front of the fourth mural. The main tone of this mural was dark and colorless. A small bungalow stood alone, surrounded by dug out ground, collapsed walls and piled bricks.

A large excavator parked in front of the bungalow.

There was a family of three in the bungalow, a young couple and a little boy. The little boy's facial features looked a bit like the Demon Eye King.

The excavator's tracks rolled, the bucket smashed through the wall, destroying the load-bearing columns, and the small bungalow collapsed as it shook.

A family of three in the building hugged each other.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly wiped out the bungalow and interrupted forcefully.

A few seconds later, the bungalow appeared again and the scene from the previous round began to repeat.

"It turns out that Demon Eye's parents died in forced demolition. No wonder he hates bullying so much." Xiahou Aotian said.

He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and asked, "How to save this?"

"The situation of the magic eye is a bit similar to that of the palace owner. They both long to live and die with their parents." Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, then repeated his old trick and sketched out the stick figure.

The stickman transformed into his appearance and entered the bungalow.

"King of Demonic Eyes, follow me to cleanse the world. Don't waste time here." Stickman Zhang Yuanqing said loudly.

The little boy just glanced at him lightly and huddled in his mother's arms, without any change.

None of this works? Zhang Yuanqing frowned.

"Can't this wake him up?" Xiahou Aotian said with emotion. Cleansing the world has been the lifelong obsession of Demon Eye.

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said:

"What the Demon Eye King wants most in this life is not to clean the world, but justice, justice, or really justice. Because he can't get it, he chooses to clean the world."

He was inspired by the illusion of killing the palace owner and planned to try the redemption route.

Zhang Yuanqing outlined a law enforcement team in the mural, stopping the demolition work of the excavator in front of a family of three.

A disappointing scene happened. The Demon Eye King was hiding in his mother's arms, grabbing the corner of his mother's clothes, without any reaction, just like before.

No more justice? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled at first, and then understood.

The Demon Eye King subconsciously does not believe in the law enforcement team or the authorities.

Just like Xia Hou Aotian's subconscious mind, he did not allow the supporting characters to get involved with his ghost bride.

Zhang Yuanqing could only resolve the crisis in the mural while thinking of countermeasures. Xiahou Aotian and the master of Zhisha Palace were on the side to make plans. They tried several times in succession, but could not save the magic eye.

"This guy is truly paranoid, has a serious self-destructive tendency, and is unwilling to accept redemption." Xiahou Aotian commented.

"Stinky stones in the latrine." The master of the Palace of Killing Killer frowned.

When he was at a loss, the Sixth Elder who was following Zhang Yuanqing said softly:

"Master, no matter how strong the obsession of the Demon Eye King is to clean the world, the pain this memory brings to him will be profound. Freelancing is different from lawfulness. The Demon Eye King does not need redemption and does not accept redemption.

"If I could accept redemption so easily, I would have reconciled with the world long ago."

Zhang Yuanqing was enlightened and said, "Yes, what I want to do is to awaken his self-awareness, not to redeem him."

He had an idea, picked up the brush, touched the little boy, and pulled it out.

The little boy left the bungalow and came outside.

The excavator roared, holding the bucket high, destroying the bungalow, and the young couple was buried in the ruins.

The little boy stared at this scene blankly, losing all expression.

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy turned around and walked towards the depths of the mural. His back was lonely, like an abandoned puppy.

As the little boy fades away, the mural disappears.

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Awakening the Demon Eye's self-awareness is actually very simple. All you need to do is let him watch his parents die in front of his eyes."

This is how the Demon Eye King appeared back then.

The little boy died the moment the bungalow collapsed.

The only one who survived was the Demon Eye King, who had a wildfire of revenge burning in his heart.

The wall rippled, and the Demon Eye King wearing a sports headband walked out of the mural. He looked around at everyone, and finally looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and raised his lips: "Well done."

For the first time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the deep pain and sadness in those smiling eyes.

He did not respond to the magic eye and said:

"Let's go, it's time for us to rescue Mr. Qian."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from not far away: "I'm out."

The golden flame in Zhang Yuanqing's hand boomed, illuminating the figure in white more than ten steps away. He was handsome and upright, it was Fu Qingyang.

"Boss, are you out?" Zhang Yuanqing said happily.

Xiahou Aotian went up and down, looking at Mr. Qian carefully, and asked unwillingly: "How did you get out?"

Mr. Qian had no expression on his face and said calmly:

"It's just an illusion, it's not difficult."

"Isn't it difficult?" Xiahou Aotian said, "You, you, you, if you pretend like this, I will be angry."

Fu Qingyang looked at him and said calmly:

"I don't have anything to fear. Even if I do, it has already been eliminated in reality."

Xiahou Aotian was suddenly choked and speechless.

For example, those peers in the Fu family who were stabbed by you one by one! Zhang Yuanqing said heartily.

Among his teammates, the one he least worried about was Mr. Qian.

Fu Qingyang is a person who will not compromise. He will not compromise with the enemy, let alone himself. If he chooses between death and escape, he will not hesitate to slash his sword at the enemy.

Just like when he chased his peers in the family and threw wooden swords at the clan elders who intervened and demanded severe punishment, asking them if they wanted to die.

There is no psychological shadow in Mr. Qian's life, because he has wiped out all the shadows.

Then, everyone came to the last mural. In the picture, an old woman was lying on the bed with a haggard face, and she would die at any time.

The old woman tried her best to stay awake and did not dare to let herself "sleep".

"Who is this person, Princess Yinyao?" Xiahou Aotian almost didn't recognize him.

Other people's illusions are full of ups and downs and unpredictable dangers. Her illusion is a room and a bed, nothing more.

"My incompetent evil apprentice sister..." Zhang Yuanqing explained helplessly:

"What Princess Yinyao fears the most is dying of a righteous death. In order to live forever, she stole the coffin of the Empress of Sandao Mountain, used a secret method to transform herself into an infernal corpse, and slept in the coffin."

If a Sandaoshan Empress were drawn at this time, Princess Yinyao would probably be so frightened that she died on the spot! he said in his heart.

"From a certain point of view, he is quite similar to Xiahou Aotian." The master of the Palace of Zhisha said jokingly.

Fu Qingyang watched for a moment and said:

"Her fear is very simple, she is afraid of death. You just need to give her some hints to make her remember that she is an Inferi."

Just like hinting Xiahou Aotian! Zhang Yuanqing used his pen to outline three objects in the mural: ghost mirror, Yin Jade doll and blood rouge.

Three items clattered onto the old woman's bed, attracting her attention.

The old woman raised her head and looked at the three items with difficulty. Then, she was stunned.

After keeping her head raised in a dazed posture for a long time, she seemed to remember that she had long since become an inferi. She lifted up the quilt and jumped up with a speed that an old lady should not have.

The mural automatically went out, and Princess Yinyao walked out of the mural.

Everyone was relieved.

At this time, ink-style figures appeared on the wall. They held swords and posed in different postures, just like the swordsmanship secrets in martial arts novels.

Zhang Yuanqing and others only took a few glances before they felt their eyeballs sting, shed tears, and lowered their heads.

Only Fu Qingyang raised his head, stared at the sword manuals on the wall, and said:

"It is a very exquisite swordsmanship. The person who carved the sword manual put his own will into it, and it has not dissipated after so many years."

Zhang Yuanqing, who lowered his head, suddenly realized:

"No wonder the murals are polluted. Let me just say that even if ordinary murals are nourished by Yin Qi, they will not be so magical."

Fu Qingyang said: "Yuanshi, take me for a spin."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly.

The two walked side by side around the wall. Fu Qingyang said while watching:

"If you master these sword skills, you can use them up to level eight at least."

"Boss, aren't you obsessed with slashing and disdain to learn swordsmanship?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "My slashing has reached the bottleneck. The newly realized sword intention comes at the cost of burning life. It cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary. If you want to go further, you must expand your horizons and melt hundreds of families into one furnace. .”

As an eighth-level master, Fu Qingyang saw the sword skills all over the wall firmly in his mind after watching it once.

Everyone left the Zhengqi Hall and headed to the last floor of Nanyuan.

I hope I can find the White Emperor Crown in the last level! Zhang Yuanqing prayed silently in his heart, and then said:

"Depending on the strength of the dungeon, you may encounter a level nine master in the last level."

Fu Qingyang shook his head: "The strength of the copy of the King of Subjugation is abnormal and cannot be used as a reference standard."

He couldn't believe that he was so unlucky and encountered a spiritual bug again.

While the two were talking, Xiahou Aotian took out the drone and investigated as usual.

Amid the hum of the propellers, the drone swarm passed through the invisible membrane and entered the final layer.

Three seconds later, Xiahou Aotian opened his eyes, his face solemn:

"The drone was destroyed and I saw ghost lights, green ghost lights, everywhere..."

Apart from these, he received no other clues.

"The drone was destroyed in an instant. I couldn't see the attacker." Xiahou Aotian said helplessly.

Were you attacked as soon as you entered? Not even given a chance to explore?

The others exchanged glances, and their already solemn expressions became even more serious.

Zhang Yuanqing took out the Little Red Riding Hood and shook off a corpse:

"Let me do it. The Inferi have a higher survival rate than drones. Maybe I can see the enemy."

He steers the Inferi through the invisible membrane.

After about half a minute, Zhang Yuanqing's head suddenly tilted back, as if someone had hit him with a stick. The eyeballs in his eye sockets exploded, and two lines of scarlet blood flowed out.

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PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.