Chapter 839 Or Is It an Illusion?

Wei Yang's figure flashed, and he quickly retreated, sitting cross-legged, lowering his head slightly, looking at the milky white flame wrapped in the gray airflow in his palm.

With a thought, the gray airflow formed a swallowing vortex and spun rapidly.

In the vortex, there was an illusory black flame surging and sweeping up.

And the milky white flame that was constantly struggling was also slowly disintegrating and dissipating.

On the other side.

Huh~

As the milky white flame left the body, Xiao Chen lowered his head and panted a few times.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Wei Yang with a complicated look, and then shifted his eyes to Xiao Yan.

He glanced at the clan pattern on Xiao Yan's forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "What is the current Xiao clan like?"

Xiao Yan was silent, and then whispered: "The Xiao clan no longer exists."

Then, he also briefly described the current situation of the Xiao family.

After listening to all this quietly, from beginning to end, Xiao Chen did not say anything again.

But the clenched fist slowly shed a drop of blood.

After a long time, he said with a trembling voice: "Even Brother Xiao Xuan has fallen?"

Looking at Xiao Chen, who clenched his fist and lowered his face, Xiao Yan also sighed lightly.

He knew that Xiao Chen was extremely regretful, but even if Xiao Chen had not disappeared and stayed in the Xiao clan, it would probably not change the final outcome of the Xiao clan.

The atmosphere was silent and dead.

After an unknown period of time, Wei Yang, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, and the milky white flame in his palm also disappeared.

"I have extracted the demon fire in your body. Just be careful and don't let the demon fire control your mind again." Wei Yang said.

"Thank you." Xiao Chen nodded, and forced an ugly smile on his face.

"It's a piece of cake." Wei Yang nodded slightly.

"This is the demon fire space, ancestor Xiao Chen, please take us to the place where the demon fire is." Xiao Yan said softly.

"You, including me, are no match for the Pure Lotus Demon Fire." Xiao Chen shook his head, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Since we are here, even if we don't look for it, we will have no way to survive if we stay here, right?" Xiao Yan smiled slightly, but there was a trace of fiery light flashing in his eyes.

Just kidding, he has been waiting for this day for more than 20 years, how could he give up.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Yan looked at each other for a moment, "Follow me."

He finally turned around slowly and walked towards the last palace door.

"Follow." Xiao Yan didn't say much, waved his hand lightly, and quickly followed.

Afterwards, Gu Nanhai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and looked at Wei Yang.

"What, are you scared, want to back down? Xiao Yan is right, since we are here, and if we don't destroy the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, none of us can think of leaving." Wei Yang said lightly, and then stepped forward to follow.

Gu Nanhai smiled bitterly and could only follow.

That's right, in the lair of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, there is no way to hide or get out.

Therefore, there is no other way except to find the body of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire and defeat it.

Rumble~

The group followed Xiao Chen silently, watching him slowly push open the huge door.

Behind the huge door, there was a staircase extending to the end. At the end of the staircase, a huge altar stone platform could be vaguely seen.

Looking at the altar stone platform, Xiao Yan smiled faintly, and then took the lead in stepping onto the stone stairs, and then walked towards the end step by step.

Then it was Wei Yang.

Afterwards, Xiao Chen, Gu Nanhai and others hesitated for a while, and quickly followed.

Everyone climbed the stairs silently, and after about ten minutes, they finally approached the altar.

Looking up, I saw a huge throne standing silently on the altar.

On the throne, a figure in a white robe sat quietly.

A wisp of milky white flame swirled around it, constantly changing into various shapes.

This white figure just sat quietly, without any breath spreading out.

However, in the eyes of the group, that figure seemed so powerful, majestic, and weird.

When everyone really stepped onto the altar, the figure in the white robe finally opened his eyes slowly.

A smile that made people a little surprised appeared on his handsome face.

"If you defeat me, you can get the origin of the demon fire, otherwise, you will stay here forever and become my fire slave." His voice was soft and kind.

But when his voice came out, it seemed that even this space was trembling.

Gu Nanhai and others looked extremely solemn, and there was a sense of frustration and powerlessness in their hearts.

The man in front of them actually made them feel invincible.

Like ants looking up at a dragon.

The silence lasted for a moment.

Hu~

Xiao Yan let out a long breath, tilted his head to look at Wei Yang, and smiled bitterly: "Brother, did you see it?"

"Yeah." Wei Yang nodded slowly, a trace of fatigue and helplessness appeared on his face, raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, and a low voice slowly sounded, "We are still in the illusion."

"Ah?!" Gu Nanhai was stunned.

"What?" Xiao Chen's pupils shrank.

Yao Lao, Gu Xun'er and others also opened their mouths slightly, unable to speak.

"Pure Lotus Demon Fire, it seems that you have learned the inheritance of the Pure Lotus Demon Saint very well, otherwise, you would not be able to cultivate the Nightmare Sky Mist to this level."

Xiao Yan looked at the man in white robe and sighed: "I have to admit that the illusion you created is more realistic than the ancient Bodhi tree, but no matter how realistic the illusion is, it is still an illusion. Fake things can never be real."

"If we hadn't experienced reincarnation for a hundred generations, I'm afraid we really couldn't tell the difference." Wei Yang was also convinced and pointed at the man in white robe, "You can do it. This is the first time in my life that I, Wei Yang, have been fooled around like this."

The gentle smile on the face of the handsome man in white robe began to solidify gradually.

Replaced by a strange coldness.

He stared at Wei Yang and Xiao Yan with his eyes. Although he didn't speak, the space around him was shaking violently like water waves.

"Illusion?"

Gu Nanhai and the others finally came back to their senses slowly, with a look of disbelief on their faces, saying: "You mean, we have been in an illusion from the beginning to the end?"

"I am real." Ah Da shouted hurriedly, "Master, I am real, not an illusion."

"I know you are real." Wei Yang raised his hand, signaling Ah Da to stay calm.

"Brother Xiao Yan." Gu Xun'er also looked at Xiao Yan hurriedly.

"We are all real, including the ancestor Xiao Chen." Xiao Yan said lightly, staring at the man in white robes, "But we are indeed trapped in an illusion. This is the most terrifying part of the Nightmare Sky Mist."

"If we continue to follow the arrangement of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, then we will die of exhaustion and will not be able to get out, and we will only sink deeper and deeper until we are completely degraded and become its fire slaves."

"Even if we experience a great battle here and kill it with great difficulty, it is meaningless, because we will still continue to stay in the illusion. And it only needs to think about it, and it can be resurrected again and continue to fight with us."

"So, all the countless fire slaves we have killed along the way are fake?" Gu Nanhai couldn't accept it.

"It is most likely like this. Those Dou Zun fire slaves are just the product of its thoughts. It only takes a little energy or mind to make them. It is enough to have a large amount."

Xiao Yan said softly: "Among these fire slaves, only Ancestor Xiao Chen is real. There is truth in the falsehood and falsehood in the truth. This is the scary part of the Nightmare Sky Mist. It leads us by the nose and makes us believe it."

Gu Nanhai and others looked at each other, and then carefully scanned the surroundings, but no matter how they explored, they could not detect the slightest fluctuation of the illusion.

Everything seemed extremely real.

Too real.