Xu Feng sighed softly: "This is not an ordinary illusion, it is a reincarnation illusion that combines the caster's memory. It is extremely rare, and I have only seen this method in books. It is a method used by ancient cultivators, and only those in the Dao realm have the ability to perform it."

Zi Buyu nodded, and then praised: "Brother Dao, you really surprise me more and more."

Xu Feng rolled her eyes: "I don't like men."

Zi Buyu's face suddenly darkened: "I didn't say I like you."

"And if we die here, our real bodies will die too, so Taoist Priest, you'd better follow closely. Let's go."

Xu Feng stood up and walked out.

Zi Buyu's face changed slightly, and he quickly followed him, not leaving his side for a step.

But as soon as they walked out of the yard, they saw the scene outside.

Outside the yard were standing the eight people from Tie Xuanmen, and behind them were hundreds of villagers.

But Xu Feng’s “father, mother” and “sister” were nowhere to be seen.

Zi Buyu immediately took a breath of cold air and glanced at Xu Feng: "Brother Dao, why don't you just carry me on your back?"

Xu Feng rolled his eyes and whispered, "I am only at the Yuanjing stage right now. Some of these... things are about the same as me. You want to die but I don't. Just follow me closely."

Afterwards, a deep red fighting spirit suddenly rose from Xu Feng's body, enveloping him like flames, including the red spear, and then he walked towards the crowd step by step.

"What are you doing? Do you have any problem with me, Xu?"

Xu Feng looked at the "people" and chuckled.

Zi Buyu, who was following behind him, rolled his eyes and said, "Are you a dramatic actor?"