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But when he saw the fire exploding, Yuan Ming didn't show any joy on his face, because the exploding fire was also blocked by an invisible barrier and did not hurt the black figure at all.

However, this was within Yuan Ming's expectations.

Through the spread of the fire and the blocked shape, he could clearly see the invisible barrier blocking the black figure, and found that it only surrounded the figure about a few feet away, and the range was not very large.

After figuring out what was going on, Yuan Ming felt somewhat confident and quickly made a decision.

Since neither the magical power nor the soul-destroying sword energy can damage that barrier, the only option is to forcefully break through the barrier and try to break through this layer of defense with the body of all things.

With a plan in mind, Yuan Ming immediately clenched the Soul-Destroying Sword with five fingers, and his body turned into a shadow and blended into the ground.

The next moment, his figure suddenly emerged from the shadow beside the black figure. The demonic prison-suppressing skills around him were running wildly, and the energy and blood in his body was boiling. He had already clenched a fist with five fingers on one hand and was ready to strike. Down.

But at this critical moment, Qiye's almost roaring voice sounded in his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Wake up! Yuan Ming, you have been tricked..."

Yuan Ming frowned, and it was hard to tell whether the sound was true or false. However, out of caution, he did not hit the punch that he had already charged up.

He took ten steps back before trying to communicate with Qiye through his spiritual thoughts.

However, after trying it, I found that no one responded at all.

He took a closer look at his situation and found nothing unusual.

But suddenly, Yuan Ming was startled, and when he suddenly came to his senses, he realized that there was nothing abnormal. Isn't this the biggest abnormality?

He fought with the weirdo in the magic cloud tree for a long time, but he didn't even feel the consumption of energy and blood at all.

After advancing to the All-Seeing Body, his perception of his body has become extremely keen. It is precisely based on this that he can perfectly control this body, so every time he takes action, he can clearly understand the energy and blood in his body. The change.

But this time, nothing changed, and his energy and blood were not consumed at all.

There is only one reason for this situation, and that is that he is not in reality at all, but in an illusion.

From the first moment he met those dark eyes, he had already fallen into an illusion.

What he previously thought was an escape from the illusion was itself part of the illusion. From beginning to end, he was unable to escape from the control of the illusion.

Ever since he reached the realm of half-step shaman soul cultivation, Yuan Ming has always been very confident in his soul power, so much so that he suffered a big loss due to his carelessness this time.

He quickly ran the Ming Yue Jue, condensing all the power of his soul in an attempt to break through the illusion.

For a brief moment, he felt an unspeakable feeling of suffocation, and a sharp pain seemed to hit him.

But that feeling passed away in a flash, and was replaced by the illusion of stability that everything was fine.

Yuan Ming suddenly heard alarm bells ringing in his heart. He knew that he must be in deep crisis at this moment. If he was not careful next time, he might fall into a situation of eternal disaster.

However, no matter how hard he activated his soul power, he still could not break the illusion.

When Yuan Ming thought of the suffocation he felt before, he immediately stopped hesitating and began to crazily activate the original power of the immortal tree in his body. The wood grain appeared on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye and expanded.

The next moment, the scene in front of Yuan Ming changed again.

Only then did he realize that he was suspended in mid-air. The vines spreading from the old black tree had wrapped him into a rice dumpling and hung him up. A vine was tightly tied around his neck, trying to pull him away. He strangled.

Not far from him, Huazhi and Elder Panji were also tied by vines and hung on the tree.

But his body soon transformed into a tree-man, and the magic cloud tree vines could no longer lock his neck. Instead, the bound black vines were stretched open.

Yuan Ming controlled his body and plummeted down, and quickly took root after landing. The vines hanging from the branches also stabbed at the magic cloud tree like spiritual snakes.

The vines of the two trees suddenly became entangled, tearing at each other and beating each other.

It looked like two shrews grabbing each other's hair and fighting. After a while, the roots of the tree vines were broken, the leaves fell, and the ground was a mess.

Yuan Ming used all his strength to urge the tree vines towards the black figure in the middle of the magic cloud tree, trying to bind and refine it.

The man in the magic cloud tree seemed to also intend to devour the immortal tree, urging the tree vines to twine towards Yuan Ming. The two sides devoured each other and fell into a stalemate for a while.

Seeing that he was helpless, Yuan Ming immediately stretched out a tentacle to wrap around the Soul-Destroying Sword and slashed towards the Demonic Cloud Tree.

Without the constraints of the illusion, he believed that as long as he could severely damage the opponent's soul, he could devour the Demon Cloud Tree.

The curse rune in the soul-destroying sword flashed, and a black sword light flew out, heading straight for the withered figure in the magic cloud tree.

When the sword light came close to a place three feet in front of him, the figure's lips opened and closed slightly, and he purred a few times.

When Yuan Ming saw this, he immediately felt a little bad.

As a result, the soul-destroying sword light dissipated out of thin air in the next moment.

"Oops, could it be that I haven't gotten rid of the illusion yet?" Yuan Ming's heart tightened and he quickly tried to contact Qiye.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was still no response.

Just when Yuan Ming felt a hint of despair, Qiye's voice slowly sounded from his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, are you awake?"

Hearing this, Yuan Ming was a little uncertain and said: "Fellow Taoist Qiye, are you sure that I am really awake?"

"What do you mean?" Qiye asked doubtfully.

"The man in the Demonic Cloud Tree has an extremely powerful soul. I'm not sure whether I have escaped his illusion." After Yuan Ming finished speaking, he felt a little ridiculous.

If you are really still in the illusion, these remarks are actually the same as talking to yourself.

"Previously, I struggled with the loss of my soul and used the chaotic soul demon sound to wake you up. I believe that with the power of your soul, as long as you are on guard, you will not fall into the illusion again." Qiye heard the words and pondered for a moment. said.

After Yuan Ming heard this, he calmed down a little. He checked his own situation again and found that both the power of the soul and the power of blood were depleted, and the feelings coming from the scars on his body were all clear and real, so he felt a little relieved.

But a bigger doubt emerged again, how did that guy defuse his attack?

Yuan Ming suppressed the doubts in his heart and controlled the vines to wrap up the Soul-Destroying Sword again and slashed towards the withered man.

The moment the sword light swept up, several vines flew out immediately, wrapping around the tree vines wrapping the flower branches and Elder Panji, and pulled them hard to save them.

Then he quickly retracted, regained his figure, got rid of the entanglement of the magic cloud tree, and retreated towards the rear.

The attack of the soul-destroying sword was ineffective without any surprise, and it still dissipated silently three feet away from the figure.

After Yuan Ming stood still in the distance, he no longer looked directly into the eyes of the man in the magic cloud tree, and only locked his eyes with his spiritual thoughts.

With a thought in his mind, he ordered Elder Panji to step forward and attack at close range.

Elder Panji, who had become a puppet of the tree man, could not resist. He immediately grabbed a long black sword and rushed towards the withered man in the magic cloud tree.

As soon as he got closer, the vines hanging from the trunk of the tree immediately attacked him.

Yuan Ming had already been prepared for this. He raised his hand, and his five fingers immediately turned into tree vines, blocking the attack of the Demon Cloud Tree, allowing Elder Panji to rush in front of the withered man without hindrance.

Elder Panji was not slow at all. After a few dodges, he rushed to the trunk of the Moyun tree. He raised his long sword, with black light condensing on it, and stabbed towards the withered man's chest.

Yuan Ming looked nervous, his eyes fixed on the withered man's lips, and his spiritual thoughts were also focused on him.

Then, the haggard man's lips moved.

Yuan Ming saw his murmuring through lip reading, and his ears caught the four tiny words: "All living beings are equal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Ming's eyes suddenly condensed, and he was surprised to find that the connection between him and Elder Panji was disconnected.

The empty eyes of Elder Panji in front lost the last bit of brilliance and he fell down.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Yuan Ming was shocked.

The haggard man's control over the tree puppet failed with just one word.

He stared at Elder Panji for a long time, his brows frowning more and more.

"Master, let me help you try again." Hua Zhi just broke away from the illusion and saw this scene and said proactively.

Yuan Ming shook his head: "I haven't figured out what's going on yet, so don't act rashly yet."

Huazhi didn't obey the order, but she didn't act rashly either.

The soles of her feet were inserted into the ground, and the vine roots extended out, suddenly breaking through the ground in front of the Demon Cloud Tree, and sneaking towards the withered man.

The haggard man spoke again, his voice thin and said: "One year old and one withered."

As soon as the words fell, the vines protruding from the flower branches turned yellow and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became exhausted.

The withered yellow traces spread quickly to the ground along the vines.

Huazhi was so frightened by this scene that her face turned pale, she quickly cut off her roots and jumped away.

Yuan Ming frowned, and a ray of light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

He turned around and put away the Soul-Destroying Sword, took out the Thunder God Hammer and the Divine Cone, raised it high, and smashed it down on the withered man.

"Zi la la" there was a burst of electric light.

A purple-gold thunder and lightning beam as thick as a water tank fell from the sky and fell towards the withered man.

"The magic is gone." The haggard man shouted.

The next moment, the lightning beam that had descended above his head suddenly disintegrated and turned into tiny electric wires, floating in the air for a while and then quickly dissipating.

Yuan Ming's eyes darkened and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Master, have you figured out what's going on?" Hua Zhi saw the change in Yuan Ming's expression and immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Words of witchcraft can determine life and death, and words can follow the law." Yuan Ming said in a deep voice.

After hearing Yuan Ming's answer, Huazhi's face couldn't help but change. She had been following Yuan Ming for a long time, how could she not know what witchcraft was?

"It's over, how can we fight now?" She couldn't help but said pessimistically.