The Demon Lord has too many aliases

This is indeed a problem. If the two of them are separated again, I am afraid they will have to spend a lot of time looking for someone. I don't know what unknown risks there are in the forbidden land of heaven. It is easier to face them together.

He looked at the "bride" sitting in the sedan chair.

Being stared at by Yan Weilou's indifferent eyes was like having a blood-drinking knife pressed against his neck. The cold air on the blade was enough to make people feel like they were dying.

"No, no, it's...it's me..." She spat out each word with difficulty, making it difficult for people to understand what she meant.

However, Su Xinghan was able to understand and translate instantly: "There is no other reason, because she is special, she herself pulled us into the same illusion.

"As for the reason? Of course it's envy and jealousy.

It turns out that the reason why this obsessed soul is so stubborn is not just because she was killed on the way to get married. The real reason for her deep resentment is that the person who asked the bandit to take action behind the scenes was her husband who was about to get married - the two of them. Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, the girl's family is very kind to her, but there is no shortage of people in the world who are ungrateful as soon as they gain power, but this groom is more vicious and smarter than others.

Not only did he want to ruin this marriage that was not beneficial to him, but he also didn't want to break off the engagement and put any stain on his reputation, so he secretly bribed the bandits to take action. Afterwards, he could temporarily stay away from marriage in the name of keeping filial piety to his late wife, creating a loving image. , to keep his reputation perfect before a more profitable marriage appears.

When the bride learned the truth before she died, she was naturally resentful and her resentment lingered for a long time.

Her obsession is not at all about getting married smoothly, but that she is so extreme that she cannot see anyone who has feelings for her.

As soon as I see it, I want to tear it apart.

If the two of them hadn't dug out this obsession, they probably wouldn't have been able to get rid of it no matter how many times they tried in the illusion.

After all, the most common interaction between Xiu Xinghan and Yan Weilou, for them, is a series of critical hits, which will only stimulate the continuous cycle of this illusion.

"I finally understand why the illusion comes back before a person dies..." Yan Weilou shook his head helplessly.

...Is it true that it was his act of snatching the bride that stimulated this unconscious and obsessive soul? He avoided dangerous topics such as "Why did this obsessed soul think that there was something fishy between the two at a glance?" Su Xinghan also smiled lightly at him as if there was a tacit understanding.

At this moment, the crimson sedan chair in front of the two people suddenly burst into flames. The bride, who was huddled quietly in it just now, suddenly raised her head, her dark eyes showing endless malice.

The golden phoenix on her crimson wedding dress was flying in the flames, her long black and blood-stained hair moved without wind, her figure floated up, and the endless resentment in her body exploded.

The black mist in the sky turned into a big net and enveloped the two of them.

The dim sky drooped low, and this gray fantasy world seemed to be attracted by someone. The whole world suddenly collapsed and shrank, pressing towards the two people in the middle.

The soul of obsession was not the result of the resentment of the remnant soul. Even if Yan Weilou was scared to wake up a little, at this time, after repeated stimulation by the two of them, the resentment was triggered again, and he suddenly entered a state of control and lost consciousness. His rationality only knows how to destroy the person in front of him at all costs.

Yan Weilou's expression was calm, and the forest-white Tianyuan Tribulation Fire suddenly flew out, and the raging flames ignited everything around him.

Su Xinghan took action immediately, with a faint cold light appearing in his frosty eyes.

The next moment, his ethereal figure appeared, like a glimpse of clouds in the sky, and he was already close to the burning sedan chair. His long and pale hand penetrated the bride's heart, showing unprecedented neatness and coldness.

The entire illusion was shattered by the burning of forest-white flames. The gray-white sky and earth were like pieces of paper ignited by the flames, turning into fly ash bit by bit.

The figure of the soul of obsession gradually became illusory and transparent.

Su Xinghan retracted his hand, and an illusory and hazy light appeared in his palm.

The colors are shining and the light is intertwined, making it look extremely unreal.

"This is the key to the illusion.

" He held the ball of light in his hand in front of Yan Weilou, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his bright eyes were dark and pure, looking innocent and well-behaved.

It seemed as if the cruel and cold side just now was just Yan Weilou's illusion.

"..." Yan Weilou was silent for a moment.

I wasn't shocked by the coldness and neatness that Su Xinghan showed just now, but I just wanted to ask: "...Why are you so skilled?" This sudden move, going straight to the heart, to seize the key to the illusion, is really Smooth and natural.

How many times have you done this before? Even Yan Weilou didn't know that there was such a way to crack the illusion.

He originally thought that he was the only one who got through it through recklessness. Su Xinghan had always been gentle, cute, and considerate, so he shouldn't be as rough as him. He should have patiently solved those obsessive souls one by one, and then passed the illusion.

Otherwise, if he hadn't been tested again and again in the miser's illusion that Su Xinghan gave an example before, how would he have known that the key was the ingot of silver at his feet? When he listened to his in-depth and simple analysis, Yan Weilou still felt that it made sense.

In comparison, my simple and crude physical approach seems to be lacking in brains and culture. In fact, I should be ashamed of myself.

Now it seems that there is a big gap between the facts and Yan Weilou's imagination.

To break through the illusion, there is another operation - to directly pull out the soul of obsession behind it, threaten and intimidate, and naturally gain insight into the secret of the entire illusion.

Su Xinghan was slightly embarrassed by his eyes, as if he had discovered a little secret, his eyes averted for a moment, and he coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Actually, I'm not good at solving obsessions, but I have some attainments in illusions. ..." It doesn't matter if you are locked in a small dark room and you don't know how to open the door. All you have to do is break the door lock.

And something about the soul of obsession is the key to breaking the door lock.

As long as the soul of obsession is drawn out first, the entire illusion can be solved.

This is how Xu Xinghan walked all the way, breaking locks and prying doors.

What else could Yan Weilou say? I could only shout 666 to him: "Mingguang is really observant and meticulous, and he can find such a way to break the situation.

" After being praised by him, Su Xinghan's evasive eyes returned to calmness, and a faint smile of joy overflowed.

He sent the brilliant light in his hand to Yan Weilou's eyes again: "We break through the realm together at the same time, maybe we won't be separated in the future.

" "good.

" Yan Weilou responded and put a hand into his soft and slightly cool palm.

The illusive and hazy light rippled between the palms of their hands, reflecting in the two pairs of eyes that looked at each other.

The light began to spread from the palms of the two men to the surroundings, gradually engulfing the entire world. The world was overturned, and the surroundings fell into chaos and darkness.

...This time, when Yan Weilou woke up again, he appeared in a dark, damp and cramped cell.

There were a few firelights shining in from the outside in the dim corridor, and the smell of rotten dead wood could be smelled in one's breath.

"Ming Guang?" He looked around and found no presence of Xing Xinghan, secretly guessing, "Is he in another cell, or is he not in the same illusion at all... No, this doesn't look like an illusion.

" Yan Weilou stared at the wall of the cell. The lines on each blue brick were real and delicate, and even the blood-stained words on it were authentic.

Compared with the previous illusions, this cell felt like two different games to him.

In terms of image quality, clarity, and realism, they all surpass the former.

At this moment, several knocking sounds came from the wall next door. Yan Weilou immediately put aside his doubts and approached with a little surprise: "Mingguang, is that you? "