True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the colorful world of flowers, those phantom butterflies are still playing with their colorful figures on the flowers. They are like dancers performing a happy drama on the stage, infecting the viewers with happy emotions gracefully.

The viewer is immersed in it and cannot extricate himself.

It's a visual illusion, but an extremely clever one.

At this moment, among Xu Yang's group, only Guigu Zan and Qingyan Monk were not completely trapped in the illusion of "happiness" brought by the phantom butterfly.

Every person or cultivator has three souls and seven souls. The three souls are the heavenly soul, the earthly soul, and the human soul, all of which exist in the spirit. The seven souls are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, which exist in the physical body.

The technique of three lives that Guigu Zan practiced was to directly refine the three souls of heaven, earth and man in his soul into three skeleton clones, making his own mental power far superior to that of monks of the same level. The skeleton clone that often lies on his shoulder and sleeps in is the human soul clone of Guigu Zan.

When the three-dead skeleton on Guigu Zan's shoulder was attracted by the illusion of the butterfly. Guigu Zan relied on his three soul clones and strong mental strength to instantly discover the hidden risks.

Realizing the danger, Gui Gu Zan's consciousness moved, and a blue spiritual energy vortex suddenly appeared on his chest.

Whizzing--

Immediately, two white lights jumped out of the blue vortex.

The white light faded, and two other skeletons with three lives were revealed. One had an obvious knife mark on his forehead, and the other had a shining gold necklace around his neck.

Next, Guigu Zan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and used both hands to perform the magic formula. A ray of blue light emerged from his Heavenly Spirit Cap, passing over his three skeleton clones one by one like a smart bird.

The power of soul resonance was instantly generated between the three skeleton clones and Guigu Zan's body.

A moment later, the skeleton man lying on Guigu Zan's shoulder seemed to have been awakened by cold water. While moving its upper and lower jaws, it pointed at the phantom butterfly opposite with its bony fingers.

If it could talk, it would be saying, "It's just them."

The "Qingyan Monk" on the side can be said to be the one least affected by the magic of the butterfly among Xu Yang.

At this time, Qingyan Monk was originally a "ghost slave" under the control of the thousand-faced ghost "Zhang San".

The thousand-faced ghost "Zhang San" immediately noticed that a mysterious force coming from the opposite phantom butterfly was competing with him for control of the "Qingyan Monk" body.

I saw that Qingyan Monk's body showed the shadow of another person, and it had a tendency to gradually peel off from Qingyan Monk's body. The phantom was short in stature and had a pair of small eyes like soybeans. It was none other than Zhang San, the Thousand-Faced Ghost.

"Is it a soul-controlling illusion? This is what I, the Thousand-Faced Ghost, am good at. The power of this phantom butterfly illusion is very powerful. It seems that some means will be used."

Thinking of this, the thousand-faced ghost "Zhang San" first looked around. It was discovered that the others had already been hit by the Phantom Butterfly Illusion, and only Guigu Zan was casting spells to resist.

His consciousness moved, and he held a little distance with one hand. In the open space beside him, a dark vortex of light and shadow suddenly appeared, and then a group of black ghostly aura emerged from the vortex.

The ghostly aura subsided, and a ghost flag edging with gold threads and with strange ghostly runes painted on the surface appeared. It is the Seven Evil Ghost Flags.

"puff!"

Thousand-faced Ghost opened his fingers and flicked again, and another spell landed on the Seven Evil Ghost Flag not far away.

Suddenly, black ghost mist billowed on the surface of the Seven Evil Ghost Flags, and the ghost runes on it also flickered. Immediately afterwards, a translucent spiritual energy essence emerged from the churning ghost mist.

Without stopping for a moment, the Thousand-Faced Ghost opened his mouth and sucked in all the translucent aura essence into his mouth. It was like a tonic elixir entering the meridians all over his body.

The next moment, the Thousand Faced Ghost's soul power suddenly doubled, and a proud smile appeared on his face.

"No one can take away the ghost slave of my Thousand Faced Ghost." His originally small and round eyes narrowed into slits, revealing confidence and evil.

Gradually, the shadow of the Thousand-faced Ghost merged with the body of Qingyan Monk again. At the same time, some colorful light spots were squeezed out from Qingyan Monk's body surface. After that, those light spots dissipated into the void like bursting bubbles.

After a while, Thousand-faced Ghost Zhang San regained control of Qingyan Monk's body and consciousness.

The "Qingyan Monk" only changed his eyes from blank to bright, and he was completely unaware of the strange changes just now.

Next, the Seven Evil Ghost Flag quietly disappeared in a gust of black wind, leaving no trace behind.

After doing all this, "Qingyan Monk" said loudly: "No, we have been trapped by the illusion of these phantom butterflies. Junior Brother Jintong, Huomoutuo, please wake up. Fellow Taoist Xu Yang, how are you doing?"

At this moment, the clear color appeared in Xu Yang's eyes again. He used the dolphin brain splitting technique to forcibly awaken the other half of his brain that had been trapped in the illusion.

"I'm fine. Such a powerful illusion. I wonder how the others are doing?" After Xu Yang regained consciousness, he immediately turned his attention to A'Zhu and Yin Mengting beside him.

However, they found that A'Zhu and Yin Mengting had blank eyes and stiff smiles on their faces, standing there motionless, as if they were frozen.

After a while, Guigu Zan also woke up from the illusion.

"It's those phantom butterflies. This kind of illusion that uses emotional contagion is really hard to guard against." Guigu Zan said.

"Miss Yin, Miss A'Zhu and my two junior brothers have all been tricked. Now we must find a way to wake them up from the illusion as soon as possible." Qingyan monk said.

"Those who are under the spell must find a way to break the illusion, or directly attack the caster. Otherwise, forcibly awakening the caster will most likely damage the soul of the caster. In severe cases, it may even tear the soul apart, causing insurmountable damage. The consequences of saving." Xu Yang frowned.

"You are right, the ones who performed the magic were probably those colorful phantom butterflies in front. Just now we were attracted by their performance together." Qingyan Monk said.

Xu Yang raised his eyes and looked at the phantom butterflies that were still "happy and carefree" on the surface of the sea of ​​flowers. He narrowed his eyes, revealing a murderous aura like a blade. These seemingly beautiful phantom butterflies were actually demons in beautiful clothes in Xu Yang's eyes.

There are often immeasurable risks hidden behind beautiful things.

At this time, the black-scaled dragon Minglin on Xu Yang's shoulder also woke up from the state of chaos. Nether Scale has the physique of a demon dragon, and its powerful spiritual consciousness is one of its talents. Therefore, Ming Lin did not fall into the illusion of "happiness", but fell into a state of unconscious chaos. As Xu Yang's parasitic spirit pet, it also woke up as Xu Yang's consciousness awakened.

Ming Lin shook his head back and forth, his dark eyes showing the ferocious light of a demonic dragon.

"Master Xu Yang, why don't you let out a fire and burn up the sea of ​​flowers and the phantom butterflies in front of you." Then he shouted towards the opposite side, "I'll see what other powerful characters are hidden behind this phantom array." . If you have the guts, come out and fight your uncle Ming Lin head-on."

After saying that, Ming Lin's body turned into a jet-black demonic energy and disappeared into Xu Yang's body.

Xu Yang activated the seventh level of the Dark Fire Art, raised one hand, and a rolling black flame jumped out from his palm.

The black flames surged, and in a blink of an eye, a black dragon-shaped fire appeared that was more than ten feet long. The dragon scales on the surface of this dragon fire are even clearly visible, and the power of the netherworld and the power of the demonic dragon are close to being substantial.

In an instant, the black dragon roared, spreading black flames of revenge.

The black flame instantly swallowed up a large area of ​​space in front of him, not letting go of any gaps.

With a burst of crackling sounds, the large sea of ​​flowers opposite and the phantom butterflies in it were turned into nothingness under the black dragon's fire.

With the magic power activated, flame-like shadows flashed in Xu Yang's eyes. He used the Flame Spirit Eyes to carefully check the opposite side, but no trace of a phantom butterfly could be found.

After doing all this, when Xu Yang focused his attention on Yin Mengting and A'Zhu on the side again, his expression suddenly changed.

At this time, A'Zhu and Yin Mengting showed no sign of being able to lift the illusion, and they were increasingly falling into the crisis of the illusion.

What made Xu Yang feel horrified was that the physical power of A'Zhu and Yin Mengting was losing a little bit. Their bodies began to become translucent, and the shadows of two colorful butterflies appeared in and out of darkness.

The same goes for Golden Boy and Huomeduo on the side. Their bodies also began to become translucent.

Xu Yang suddenly felt guilty. Could it be that by destroying the sea of ​​flowers and killing those phantom butterflies, it accelerated the speed at which the caster was attacked?

"What a weird illusion. Could it be that if you fall into this illusion, if you don't remove it, you will eventually lose the power of your physical body, and the remaining soul will turn into a fantasy butterfly?" said the "Qingyan Monk" on the side.

When Xu Yang heard Qingyan Monk's inference, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat. It would be a huge mistake if Yin Mengting and A'Zhu died because of his recklessness. Moreover, A'Zhu is Xu Yang's natal spiritual pet. Once A'Zhu dies, Xu Yang's soul will be severely damaged, and it may be impossible to recover.

At this time, the skeleton lying on Guigu Zan's shoulder was still pointing towards the opposite side that had turned into ashes. His upper and lower jaws moved back and forth, making gurgling sounds, which seemed to be expressing something.

Gui Gu Zan quickly walked up to Xu Yang and said: "Junior Brother Xu, don't panic. The process of this technique has nothing to do with those colorful butterflies, they are just a blinding technique. My Three Fates Skeleton has a powerful ability to sense ghosts. The culprit is hidden in the ruins on the opposite side, but his concealment method is too clever to determine his exact location."

Hearing what Gui Gu Zan said, Xu Yang immediately calmed down and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Gui Gu, for reminding me. I was in a panic just now and almost made the same mistake again and again."

"How can we quickly find out the hidden objects that Yanling's eyes can't detect?" Xu Yang thought quickly in his mind.

Just when Xu Yang's eyes glanced at Yin Mengting subconsciously. He discovered that the string of green sandalwood Buddhist beads held in Yin Mengting's hand had a faint cyan glow on its surface, which attracted attention.

"The green sandalwood Buddha beads. Miss Yin used the green sandalwood beads to find this place before. Maybe by activating the green sandalwood beads again, we can find the "culprit" who cast the illusion."

Thinking of this, Xu Yang walked to Yin Mengting.

"Miss Yin, let me borrow your green sandalwood beads." With that, Xu Yang took off the green sandalwood beads from Yin Mengting's wrist.