God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Rampant laughter echoed between heaven and earth.

Ye Que could tell that it was Long Chen's laughter, like a devil.

"Welcome to the world I have woven! Here, I am the ruler! Whether it is Long Hao's Dragon Hidden Technique or other people's illusion, they are not qualified to defy the Longyuan Clan's spiritual stealth!"

Long Chen compared himself to a master, suspended in the air, wearing a golden imperial robe, surrounded by many visions.

Following his seventh-order and sixth-order methods, wearing the clothes of courtiers, suspended on his left and right sides.

"Have you accepted the judgment of death?"

Long Chen stretched out his hand, squeezed his fist, and clenched it tightly, performing the madness to the peak.

With the sound of sound.

Long Hao, who was holding the female corpse, and Ye Que, who was wearing a nightmare mask, appeared.

They are in Glacier Land.

"Idiot, if you forcefully resist, you may not be able to easily enter the spiritual stealth, but you are arrogant and conceited, and you enter voluntarily!"

Long Chen pointed at Ye Que and sneered.

Ye Que remained silent, and turned to look at Long Hao.

Long Hao was like a mad dog, with disheveled long hair covering his face, holding the cold female corpse in his arms.

The female corpse is a young girl with snow-like skin and extremely beautiful appearance, but there is only numbness and pain on her face.

Even in the face of death, the girl's emotions still showed that she had lost hope in everything.

"why why!"

Long Hao knelt on the ground, trembling and questioning as he was cold and bloodthirsty.

Suddenly, he roared at Long Chen: "Why did you hurt her!!!"

"Family scum, I feel your provocation, so next, I will let you die first!"

Long Chen glanced at Ye Que, and sneered again: "Feel the despair and pain of being dominated by a spiritual illusion."

He pointed at Long Hao with one hand, as if he was harvesting his life.

Spiritual stealth, start again.

Long Hao's body shook, the memories in his mind were stripped and woven by some kind of external force.

Then, the world everyone lives in changes.

It looks a bit cold on a leaden cloud-covered day.

The drizzle is continuous, falling between the sky and the earth, hazy people and scenery.

A teenager knelt on a muddy mountain road, his eyes were confused and painful.

In front of him, there were two corpses.

"This is your parents! When you went out on a mission, you betrayed the group, causing everyone to die. Therefore, they were executed! I think you will never forget this scene!"

Long Chen sneered.

Long Hao couldn't move, but his body was shaking, his expression was extremely painful, and his spirit was about to collapse.

"Experience it, endless loop, until the mind is twisted! This is much more interesting than killing you!"

Long Chen spoke like a magic voice, lingering between heaven and earth.

"Fake, everything is fake!"

Long Hao opened his mouth with difficulty, his body was heavy, his eyes were hallucinated and painful.

"Fake? Hahaha, you don't want to admit it? Then show me clearly!"

The scene where Long Chen cast a spell and caused Long Hao's parents to be killed kept repeating itself.

"I think what he said is true."

Ye Que spoke, and stared at Long Hao.

From the very beginning, from the first time he saw Long Hao, he felt that this person was both good and evil, somewhat similar to him.

Now, more like that.

"Do you have a share in talking? Go away!"

Long Chen shouted angrily, his voice was terrifying, it turned into sound waves, trying to shatter Ye Que.

Here is the world he has woven.

No resistance from outsiders is tolerated.

"Pretentious, ridiculous."

The sneer in Ye Que's eyes grew stronger when he saw Ye Que's motionless appearance.

"Actually, it's very difficult for me to use the Nightmare Technique to work against high realms, unless the other party invites me! Do you know what this means?"

Ye Que turned his head and looked at Long Chen.

Long Chen wanted to curse, but when he saw Ye Que's eyes under that mask, he felt palpitations inexplicably.

"I can let you feel it."

Ye Que activated the nightmare technique.

In an instant, the world changed.

Under the dim sky, the boy knelt on the ground.

His parents were still alive, and they also knelt on the ground and hugged the boy.

His father grieved: "You leave the Longyuan clan as soon as possible!"

"Remember Longyun from the Creation Realm, he framed us, and we will be executed by the tribe soon! But don't be sad!"

"Although you won't be affected, in the days to come, Long Yun will definitely attack your brothers and sisters, escape! Escape from the Longyuan Clan!"

The mother cried bitterly, feeling helpless and reluctant.

"Don't hate the Longyuan Clan, don't take revenge! Run away!"

The father said sadly.

This piece of memory was hallucinated.

Ye Que looked at Long Hao.

Long Hao was already hugging his dead sister, and pressed his head firmly to the ground.

"It turns out that this is the truth, why didn't you say it?"

After Ye Que finished speaking, he thought it was nonsense.

Dare I say it?

Absolutely not.

"How is it possible! How is it possible! How can you suppress the spiritual stealth!"

Long Chen panicked, wanting to break through this illusion world.

Boom boom boom!

The seventh-order and sixth-order methods are being used.

However, they could not cause any damage to this world.

"Ye Gushen! What the hell are you doing?"

Long Chen roared.

Ye Que turned his head and stared at Long Chen indifferently.

In an instant, hell fell.

The oil pan hell of the eighteen layers of hell.

Long Chen, the seventh-order and sixth-order methods were peeled and thrown into the frying pan, screaming and twitching in pain.

Although it is an illusion, the pain is real pain.

"Let me go!"

Long Chen came to his senses and regretted using spiritual stealth.

Ye Que ignored him, just looked at Long Hao, and said calmly: "Is this why you hate the Longyuan Clan?"

Long Hao remained silent.

Ye Que didn't say a word, but he understood a little bit.

Just the killing of his parents may not make Long Hao hate the Longyuan Clan.

He hesitated for a moment, considering whether to weave out the subsequent truth in Long Hao's memory.

In the end, he still didn't.

Some things are only suitable for oneself to experience.

Some people watched, but it only increased the noise.

"Ye Gushen, you can kill me, but before you kill, can you let me kill Long Chen and the others!"

Long Hao put down his sister and kowtowed to Ye Que.

"Can!"

Ye Que took a step back, thinking about it.

The world changed again.

On the guillotine in Purgatory, Long Chen, the seventh-order and sixth-order methods of making, kneeling on the ground, with chains on their hands and feet.

On the weapon rack next to it, there are all weapons of the 18th class.

Holding the weapon, Long Hao walked towards Long Chen and the others.

Ye Que watched silently from the side.

Thirty years passed.

In the illusion, one thought can turn thousands of years.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Long Chen, the seventh-order and sixth-order methods have been tortured for thirty years, and his spirit has collapsed.

"about there."

Ye Que put away the nightmare technique.

He did not ascertain the memories of Long Hao's brothers and sisters, because it was inappropriate and unnecessary.

swipe swipe——

Long Hao, the body of Long Hao's sister, and Ye Que returned to the secret realm.

As for Long Chen, the seventh-order and sixth-order methods, they have become corpses and fell to the ground.

They were obliterated by Ye Que in the spiritual world.

And at this time.

It's raining in the secret realm.

Surrounding them are the creations of the Huoyuan, Bloodyuan and Hongyuan tribes who had already arrived.

"We should end it, Ye Gushen!"

The Fire Source Clan's seventh-order method opened its mouth, with a murderous intent.