Chapter 633 Backlash

Corpses rained down like waterfalls, and the mountains and rivers were shattered.

Ye Lidongjun found himself at the end of a river where corpses and blood were flowing. Countless white hands and pale faces were rushing down from the upper reaches of the river, and their terrifying grins were like the descent of thousands of demons.

Without legs, he was like a human pig, flapping his hands hard at the water, trying to go down the waterfall and escape from this place.

“Wow—”

He fell off the waterfall cliff, his ears buzzing, and the scene in front of him changed. It was as if he fell from the endless sky into the clouds, passed through the blood-red thunder and rain, and dived to the earth against the atmosphere!

Amidst the howling wind and rain, the towering city dominating the natural pass was right before our eyes.

There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions of civilians in the city, densely packed in neat military formations. At this moment, they are all looking up!

His face was as pale as a ghost, his expression was numb and uniform, his eyes were dim, and a strange and weird smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Millions of overlapping ghost sounds coming from Fengdu were cold and chilling. The negative emotions in his eyes gradually condensed into scarlet blood, like millions of sharp knives, piercing into Ye Lidongjun's eyes.

The pain is so severe that it makes people want to commit suicide.

Ye Lidongjun's forehead was covered with sweat, his charming eyes were cracked with blood, but the corners of his lips suddenly curled up into a cold smile, and his hoarse voice was full of ridicule and anger:

"A bunch of ants, do you really think you can turn against me?"

"Swish--" Layers of illusions shattered, and the young man in the wheelchair suddenly opened his eyes. His heterochromatic pupils, which were split with black and red blood lines, were extremely gloomy, and beads of sweat as big as beans continued to slide down his forehead, nose bridge and cheeks.

The bones on the back of his hands trembled and bulged, and with swift movements, he drew spirit particles in the air with both hands and cast the Spirit Clothes Love Sealing Spell.

This curse can seal his emotions and feelings on a large scale, turning him into an almost robotic and heartless person.

This was also the spiritual clothing he learned to wear in order to prevent himself from being attacked by a hundred thousand wronged souls. It was originally just a precautionary measure, but he never expected that it could actually save his life.

But the love-sealing spell alone was not enough. Ye Lidongjun flipped his right hand, and a purple-red fruit appeared in his palm, which he swallowed in one gulp.

This thing is called [Soul Purifying Fruit]. It is a spiritual fruit that is rarer than A-grade spiritual paper. It can eliminate all negative effects on the soul and is very effective against ghost attacks.

This was also his precautionary measure.

With the two insurances of the Love Sealing Spell and the Soul Purifying Fruit, he dared to use the Naaha Fantasy World to collect so many resentful spirits and use them for his own benefit.

"Puff——" The blood rushed up, and black blood flowed from the corners of his lips. The young man in the wheelchair clasped the armrests on both sides with his hands tightly, his eyes cold and dull.

Inexplicably, the scene of Leia sitting on Xia Feng's thighs and moving gracefully appeared in front of his eyes. Her wine-red eyes kissed Xia Feng's Adam's apple while glancing at him sideways.

Fake.

Fortunately, they are all fake.

The negative emotions of the hundred thousand wronged souls were even more terrifying than he had expected. Even so, he still couldn't resist it. The love-sealing spell gradually dissipated. His face was grim, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Kenshin."

Jianxin stood behind Ye Lidongjun with a frown on her face. Upon hearing the call, she drew a spell line in the air with her right hand, forming the word "Seal Love", and slapped the back of the head of the young man with heterochromia with her palm.

Ye Lidongjun raised his hand again and swallowed the second Soul-Purifying Fruit, which was also the last Soul-Purifying Fruit.

He had been searching for this rare spiritual fruit for two hundred years and only found two, but today they were all used up in one go.

And the main culprit of all this.

Ye Lidongjun looked at the man in white robes in the ancient style in the distance. His icy gaze seemed as if he was looking at a dead person, but the emotion in his eyes soon faded away.

His face returned to its calm state.

All emotions dissipated.

"Kenshin, let's go." He ordered calmly.

The man in white's methods were indeed strange, and Ye Lidongjun was not prepared to continue to confront him head-on.

Anyway, this place is his territory. First, trap the man in white in the Naayan illusion. Later, whether he cooperates with the Apocalypse Knight or reports to Shang Jue Zhuguo, there are plenty of ways to deal with this man.

However, just as he finished his thought, the man in white in the distance suddenly raised his hand and threw out a golden halo, which instantly expanded to form a dome that covered the world for thousands of miles.

[B-level spiritual weapon: Diamond Ring]

[The Diamond Circle can form a barrier boundary. Within the Diamond Circle, short-distance teleportation is disabled. If the target's mental strength is very high, the Diamond Circle's restrictions can be ignored.]

The man in white had endless tricks up his sleeve. Ye Lidongjun frowned slightly and was about to rethink his countermeasures when he saw the man in white suddenly take off his mask.

A face that was very familiar to Ye Lidongjun and even Jianxin was directly exposed.

He. Xia Feng?

Both of them were stunned.

Xia Feng was also surprised that Ye Lidongjun could hold on. He had no choice but to look around at the countless mirrors and randomly look at the man and woman in any of the mirrors.

After taking off the mask, he raised the corners of his lips and revealed a friendly smile: "Mr. Dongjun, we meet again."

“.”

Ye Lidongjun's heart skipped a beat, and a chilling feeling that made his hair stand on end surged into his heart.

impossible!

Fake!

"It's not fake." Xia Feng seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, and smiled in his black eyes, "I am, absolutely, the real one, the wanted fugitive of the Empire, and the key figure in helping you achieve the Holy Solution, Xia Feng."

The horrified feeling caused cracks to appear in the two love-sealing spells again. Ye Lidongjun's eyelids twitched slightly, and his face was expressionless: "Puppet Xia Feng was killed by my own hands."

"You're wrong. The alchemy puppet was actually killed by my real body." Xia Feng shook his head and explained very patiently, "In your script, Teacher Fu was kidnapped by the puppet Xia Feng and taken to a cave in the suburbs, but in fact, from that time on, she was replaced by me."

Listening to Xia Feng's very friendly and kind explanation, Ye Lidongjun felt that the world had become inexplicably quiet, and he could no longer hear any other sounds.

But he remained emotionally stable, or rather, had no emotions.

He doesn't believe it.

"Boy, if you want to use such a clumsy lie to anger me and stimulate my emotional reaction, then you are too naive."

Ye Lidongjun looked indifferent. "Xia Feng is less than 20 years old and has only been a spiritual master for two years. Do you think this insect has the strength of you?"

“.”

Good man, I still can't prove that I am me? Xia Feng was speechless.

But it's not a big problem.

His ultimate goal was to provoke Ye Lidongjun and make him suffer backlash from the Naija Fantasy World amidst intense negative emotions, rather than proving his own identity.

It doesn’t matter who he is; what matters is the scene where the fake becomes real.

so.

Xia Feng pulled the wine-red-haired woman who was tied up with red ropes in the distance over, hugged her slender waist, and grabbed the top of her skirt. He thought to himself, "Teacher Fu, can I offend you for a moment?"

"You've already offended me!" Freya frowned and glared coldly. Just as she was about to continue speaking, her keen dragon blood perception made her feel something was not right.

He lowered his head in confusion, always feeling that there was a double image on the brat's hand. There was a woman's slender and beautiful hand clasped in his hand, with veins faintly bulging on the back of her hand, as if it contained some kind of uncontrollable volcanic rage.

(End of this chapter)