Chapter 122

It had never imagined that it had not been able to completely cut off the new consciousness that had been born in its body.

Even because of the damage to its origin, its self had a faint sign of merging with the new consciousness...

This was very fatal.

Its state had become strange since then.

It often couldn't tell who it was. Sometimes, it was preparing to transform into a blood mist to absorb blood and flesh to restore itself in the last second, and the next second it sat cross-legged on the ground chanting Buddhism...

It was still able to clearly separate the two selves at this moment, because it had just paid a huge price to cut off its tail again last night.

But even so, it still couldn't completely separate the strange consciousness from its body.

In fact, the more it separated like this, the more it felt that the consciousness had a deeper impact on its origin.

It was not a solution to continue like this. Perhaps after a few more times, its self would be truly assimilated.

It seemed to have understood why the person in the Buddhist sect would trust it to act alone outside the Buddhist sect.

At this moment, it looked forward after regaining its self again.

A mountaintop, a dilapidated temple.

"Ha...hahahaha..."

"Five days...five days in total! I was trapped in this broken secret realm for five days in total! In the end, I still returned to the starting point! Hahahaha..."

Its ugly face showed a crazy smile that was uglier than crying.

But in the next moment, its laughter suddenly stopped and turned into a sighing expression.

"Amitabha, the origin is the end of the cause, the beginning of the cause is also the end of the cause, this secret realm secretly conforms to the mystery of Buddhism, good at fighting, good at fighting..."

"Tsk."

The mouse who reoccupied the high ground of consciousness controlled his body and smacked his tongue. He was about to curse again, but suddenly found that the broken temple seemed to be a little different from what he had seen before.

There was a place outside the broken temple that showed a strange dark color, and there was an inexplicable black gas rising faintly.

And the door of the broken temple was also wide open at this time.

(Did someone else come in?)

Because it had previously fought with another consciousness for control of the body, it did not notice that there seemed to be an outsider's breath in the broken temple.

After a slight hesitation, its eyes flashed with golden light.

This is the pupil technique of Buddhism, one of the techniques it has "learned" in the past few days.

Just like another consciousness that cannot use its innate magical power, the effect of using this Buddhist technique will be greatly reduced.

But the effect is still somewhat effective.

It quickly saw the figure in the ruined temple.

From a human perspective, the woman may have reached the level of peerless beauty.

And the man leaning behind her...

That handsome face, that familiar black clothes...

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect? !

"Haha... Hahaha!"

Its mouse face once again showed a crazy laugh.

"Illusion... Another illusion! Haha, fake, all fake!"

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 181 This illusion is quite real? (Second update)

This time, the mouse laughed particularly crazily.

Even tears were about to come out.

But it was not laughing at anything else, but at its own pathetic, pitiful and helpless self.

It knew that the Demon Sect Saint Son that appeared in front of it was definitely an illusion.

Because it was impossible for it to meet that abominable guy now.

When it was backstabbed by the Buddhist sect and forced to be baptized by the Buddhist Dharma, a spell was cast on it.

Fate annihilation.

This is an extremely powerful magical power, even involving rules.

Since that moment, its life relationship with the Demon Sect Saint Son has been completely severed.

This means that from then on, it will never be able to have any relationship with the other party again, and will never meet him even once.

This is also the only insurance that the Buddhist sect has put on it.

(Hehe, the Demon Sect Saint Son probably still doesn’t know what kind of existence is targeting him?)

(It’s a pity that he is too weak. If he is strong enough, he may be qualified to make the Buddhist sect pay a little price. It would be best if he died and the Buddhist sect was injured... In that case, the revenge of both sides will be avenged.)

(... However, this hallucination came so quickly.)

The mouse’s laughter gradually subsided, but there was a bit of sadness in his eyes.

This was not the first time it had hallucinations.

After its tail-cutting survival technique failed to cut off another consciousness, whenever its self-consciousness began to deteriorate, it would begin to have some hallucinations.

This meant that it was gradually unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion.

When it finally evolved to the point where it could not distinguish itself, it had to cut off its tail again to quench its thirst.

And the Demon Sect Saint was a frequent visitor in its hallucinations.

After all, it was that guy who indirectly caused it to fall into this situation, and it also learned some of the real secrets of him. Under the superposition of multiple factors, that guy became its inner demon in a sense.

However, after experiencing many hallucinations, what it feared least now was the illusion of the Demon Sect Saint.

At the beginning, it might still feel palpitations, but as the illusions of the Demon Sect Saint, which were almost identical to the real body, disappeared from its eyes again and again, it finally understood what kind of special technique the Buddhist sect had imposed on it was.

It might have the possibility of seeing the Demon Sect Saint again, but that possibility was almost much smaller than the probability of someone successfully ascending to heaven in one step.

He looked towards the ruined temple again.

"Haha, this illusion is still the same, it looks just like the real thing."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the mouse's mouth.

The phantom of the Demon Sect Saint in the ruined temple seemed to have noticed that he was approaching. He stood up from the ground with the woman in his arms and looked at his position with a vigilant face.

In his hand, the familiar square-shaped magic weapon slowly rotated, emitting a terrifying aura fluctuation.

(But who is that woman? Why did she appear in my illusion?)

The mouse was a little confused and lost his mind for a while, and was dominated by another consciousness.

"Amitabha, all things are like dreams, bubbles, dew and lightning..."

"Are you sick?!"

Suppressing the second consciousness tightly, it spat.

But then it rubbed its eyes again...

The phantom woman in the arms of the phantom Demon Sect Saint disappeared?

Ha, it was indeed just an illusion at the beginning. It came suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly.

Looking at the Demon Sect Saint, he had already walked out of the ruined temple. The square magic weapon in his hand had begun to gradually transform as it had seen on the day when the Demon Weapon Pavilion opened. The next moment, it turned into a familiar long sword that pierced the sky...

(It was just an initial illusion. How could the magic weapon of the Demon Sect Saint have only this much power?)

The mouse sneered in his heart.

It was constantly giving itself psychological hints to minimize the effect of the illusion on it.

If it directly believed that the illusion was real, the process of not being able to distinguish between reality and illusion would immediately accelerate.

And the illusion it saw now was too crude.

As a mouse who had personally experienced the terrifying sword of the Demon Sect Saint, it knew too well the might of that sword.

A sword that pierced the sky, that was not an exaggeration.

But what about the sword in front of it at this time?

Although it had an appearance very similar to the sword that pierced the sky, it looked much smaller, and its power was barely half of the level of a Yuanying attack.

Dare to come out as an illusion? Isn't the level too low?

Thinking of this, the mouse was somewhat relieved.

It seemed that although his condition had deteriorated, it was not too unacceptable.

At least the current illusion could not affect him.

So he not only did not stop his flight, but also accelerated a bit.

Sure enough, the face of the illusionary Demon Sect Saint showed hesitation, and the illusion knife in his hand only fell a little, not completely cut off.

"Humph, illusion is illusion!"

The mouse landed in front of the ruined temple and raised his head to the Demon Sect Saint.

However, when it landed in front of it, it felt that although the illusion this time was not as powerful as before, some details seemed to be better than before.

For example, the illusion of the Demon Sect Saint was showing a cautious but puzzled expression at this moment, and whispered to himself: "Illusion?"

It seemed that he was a little confused about the situation.

If the real Demon Sect Saint was here, maybe he would behave like this, right?

"But you are still too naive. Don't think you can fool me with just an illusion!"

Well, recognizing illusions can help you maintain your own cognition of reality.

Thinking of this, it was not in a hurry to do anything else. Instead, it looked at the phantom of the demon sect's son in front of it.

(Hiss-this illusion is really like that...)

No, I can't look at it anymore, otherwise it might have the opposite effect!

With this thought in mind, it no longer looked at the phantom in front of it, and turned its head to walk into the temple.

What caught its eye was the decapitated Buddha statue.

The next moment, a look of compassion appeared on its face.

"Buddha has mercy on me!"

Put your paws together.

…………

Luo Wusheng looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression.

Is this guy in front of him really the rat demon he had seen before?

From the appearance, it must be correct. It may be difficult to find a rat as ugly as this in the world.

But the other party's behavior is too weird.

Looking at the rat in the ruined temple, the mouse who had just knelt on the ground and chanted the Buddha's name showed a painful expression on his face, rolling on the ground in a rage and cursing something. Luo Wusheng, who was holding the Wuxiang long sword in one hand, fell into deep thought.

He was a little hesitant about whether to directly hit the rat demon with a knife.

But in the end, he didn't do it.

First, he couldn't feel much hostility from the rat demon. The other party had even discovered him, but there was no spiritual power fluctuation, which made him feel weird.

And secondly, because there were not many onlookers in this place now, the true power of Wuxiang could not be exerted, and it was difficult to have a decisive effect.

Well, since the other party has not shown hostility for the time being, it is better to see the specific situation first.

So, looking at the situation in front of him, Luo Wusheng touched his chin.

(I always feel a little broken...)