The Lord of Ghost

Ten people, ten kinds of illusions, all intoxicated, this is the horror of the "Sword God".

The emotion-generating style evokes the most primitive and desired emotions in people's hearts. The most powerful thing is not being lost in the illusion, but even if you know that you are in the illusion, you just can't break it.

Qin Yang's illusion is his first encounter with Murong Xue under the clear moonlight... The illusion of Prince Gu Long is his ambition to rule the world in the nine states and eight wastelands... Xiao Xiaobao's illusion is when his grandfather explained alchemy, he sat aside and smiled stupidly... Even the mysterious exiled immortals were immersed in it.

In the illusion of Gongsun Jianwu, the caster, he hugged his sister who was coming towards him, and his nose was slightly sour.

The scene in front of him was everything he longed for but could not reach.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Gongsun Luowu heard his brother's sobbing and said worriedly.

"It's okay. I just miss you too much, too much." He hugged his sister tightly, tightly, afraid of losing.

On the day when the Gongsun family was destroyed, his world was suddenly swallowed by darkness. In the endless darkness, he had only one reason to live. In these long years, he even gradually forgot who he was.

"Brother, we are always here." The sister said considerately.

"Yes, always here. I just had a dream. In the dream, the master is no longer a sword spirit, and your illness will get better, and you will become the world's top beauty. The Gongsun family has become the top family in the eight wastelands... I'm just too happy, so I cried."

Gongsun Jianwu said contradictory words. If Mo Li hadn't appeared, maybe it would really be as beautiful as in his dream.

"It's just that the dream is awake."

At this time, he gently pushed his sister away, and the beauty in his eyes gradually withdrew and saved in his heart, turning into the last ray of light in the darkness.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand." Gongsun Luowu blinked.

Gongsun Jianwu did not explain. He rubbed his sister's head, looked at his master and father who were playing chess not far away, smiled, and did not say hello again, because he knew that time was running out.

So, under the astonished eyes of his family, Gongsun Jianwu swung his sword and condensed infinite sword intent, and resolutely slashed at himself!

Outside the spiritual illusion, corresponding to this, Gongsun Jianwu suddenly drew his sword to hurt himself, the sword shadow penetrated into his body, and the Dao runes all over his body exploded instantly, blasting half of his bloody flesh and blood, breaking his tendons and veins.

"What's going on?" The projection of the outside world made the scene inside real.

"The Taixu Sword Body was the first to break out of the mirror!" The leader in the Chaos Carriage narrowed his eyes. He had a third demon pupil between his eyebrows, which could see more details.

"But he was injured and his life was hanging by a thread."

As he said, Gongsun Jianwu was on the verge of death.

Because there are only two ways to break the illusion of "Shengqing": either wake up at the moment of death, or feel the end in the illusion.

Only death can pull out the illusion in advance, which is also the horror of "Sword God".

Without understanding the moves of "Shengqing", who would have thought that only suicide can break the situation in advance, and who dares to be so decisive?

At that time, Gongsun Jianwu, who was hanging on his breath, held the Qingteng lightsaber in his hand and walked step by step towards Mo Li, the culprit who plunged him into darkness.

"Mo Li, die for me!"

The meaning of his life is revenge, even if it means both the jade and the stone are destroyed!

At this time, in Mo Li's illusion, the kiss with Jiang Liyue under the stars and the moon seemed to have spent endless time.

But suddenly, he pushed Jiang Liyue away without understanding the style and slowly closed his eyes.

Mo Li was almost certain that this illusion could not be broken with his ability, and it would be futile no matter how much he did.

He resolutely drew out the ghost knife, and when he looked at Jiang Liyue, he had a complicated look.

"Since the illusion cannot be broken, there is only one way."

"Ghost knife, cut!"

With a swing of the knife, in Jiang Liyue's surprised eyes, Mo Li cut himself in two.

When Mo Li opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a dazzling sword shadow.

Swish!

The sword light flashed like thunder, and before he could react, he easily cut off Mo Li's head, neatly and cleanly.

Mo Li was still slow after all. Even though he had guessed the method of breaking the mirror in advance, Gongsun Jianwu was faster than him.

For Gongsun Jianwu, during his days as a ghost slave, he learned at least one thing from Mo Li: be cruel to the enemy and even more cruel to himself.

But it was not over yet, Gongsun Jianwu once again swung out the last drop of power to sacrifice his life.

Swish!

The pale sword light swung towards Gan Wu.

Since then, Gongsun Jianwu, who was already exhausted, lost his vitality after the second sword light, and fell to the ground in an instant...

Thump... Gululu...

For a moment, countless cultivators looked at the strange scene reflected on the screen and unexpectedly lost their voices.

A body that looked lifeless fell to the ground, that was Gongsun Jianwu.

Two bodies with severed heads, the heads had just been cut off, and blood was dripping. That was Mo Li and Gan Wu.

At this moment, a great strange silence spread throughout the secret realm, and the rest of the people who were in the illusion sank into the illusion without waking up, it was quiet and strange.