Chapter 82 Chapter 82 (Revised) If I want good luck, it will be good; if I want bad luck, it will be bad...
Hearing this, Song Wulan was stunned at first. After reacting, he tilted his head and asked in disbelief, "How did you do that?"
Song Wu Lan said, looking her up and down, thinking over and over again, "It's impossible for a fortune teller to open a formation so quickly. How did you do it?"
"How did I do that?" Jiang Zhaoxue chuckled, putting away the Yin-Yang Instrument Lamp. He said with amusement, "Now I'm the blade, and you're the prey. Before you ask me this question, you should answer mine—"
As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes grew colder. Raising her hand, she saw Song Wulan's entire internal structure light up. She could clearly see the spiritual energy and blood circulating through his organs. Staring at these fundamental mechanisms of human survival, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but ask, "What the hell are you?"
Song Wulan smiled and looked at her: "Guess?"
"Nine years ago, I killed you with my own hands in the capital," Jiang Zhaoxue said thoughtfully, studying him closely. "With your injuries, a mortal like you couldn't have survived. What exactly are you?"
"If I tell you, will you answer my question?" Song Wu Lan looked at her with a smile, seemingly unaware that he could die at any time.
Seeing him calm and gracefully sit down, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly found a chair. She sat on it, supporting her chin with her hand, and said calmly, "I can consider it."
As soon as she opened her mouth, dozens of light needles suddenly pierced into Song Wulan's fingertips. Song Wulan's face turned pale, but he still smiled and said, "I said what the lady wanted to hear, but the lady was just considering it. I shouldn't have agreed to such an unfair thing. But then I thought, since it was the lady who asked the question, and I admire her, it seems that I shouldn't ask for fairness..."
Before he could finish his words, the light needle instantly struck a nail. Jiang Zhaoxue said impatiently, "Don't be so disgusting. Let's get to the point. How did you survive in the first place?"
"Ah..." Song Wu Lan tilted his head back slightly in pain and gasped softly.
The physique of a fortune teller is much weaker than that of an ordinary cultivator. Apart from the fact that his spiritual power can quickly heal his wounds, his sense of pain is almost the same as that of an ordinary person.
Song Wulan did not hide his pain at all, and said slowly: "My lady, you are so cruel..."
As he spoke, the needle of light pressed into the nail of another finger. Song Wulan finally stopped talking nonsense and said immediately, "I am indeed dead."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and raised her eyelids. Seeing the light needle stop, Song Wulan felt relieved. His tone returned to a steady state before he continued, "As you know, I am a Void Body. This body of mine is what countless homeless creatures in the world dream of. A normal container must match the ability of the parasite in order to be able to parasitize it, but the Void Body does not require this. When this kind of body is parasitized, it can completely merge with the parasite. The stronger the parasite is, the more powerful this body can carry."
As he spoke, Song Wu Lan raised his head, his interest dull. "The creatures of heaven and earth have their own balance. Such a coveted physique will naturally have absolute protection. Therefore, if you want to take away the Void Body, there must be one condition, that is, my personal consent. So since I was a child, countless evil creatures have tempted me, but they are too stupid, so stupid that I can tell what they are at a glance. Even if I die, I will not give my body to them. Until you kill me -"
Song Wulan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhaoxue: "I think it's very interesting."
"Wow, what a pervert."
Anan listened and couldn't help but gasp: "What on earth does he want to do?"
"So you sacrificed your body to an evil creature?" Jiang Zhaoxue understood and asked tentatively, "Is it the vengeful demon?"
Song Wulan laughed when he heard this and said softly, "Grudge? Is this bastard worthy of this?"
"What is that?"
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, and for a moment he was not sure what the other party was.
But she couldn't act rashly because she didn't know the other party's identity.
Song Wu Lan didn't answer her directly, but continued, "I gave my body to him to help him complete what he wanted to do, and from then on I became one with him. He is me, and I am him."
"What do you want?"
"It's obvious." Song Wu Lan smiled, "Whatever you are looking for, that's what I want."
"God-slaying sword."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke up, and Song Wulan didn't hide anything, continuing, "Nine years ago, I was seriously injured and was sucked into the Lingxu Fan with you. I got the Lingxu Fan in the Lingxu Fan, but was seriously injured by you again. To get the God-Slaying Sword, some special means are required. There are three conditions for the God-Slaying Sword to be born. The first is that an evil creature appears in the world, or someone related to Lord Hao Cang appears. The second is that there is enough power to nourish the God-Slaying Sword and allow it to be born. The third... it requires pure Yin blood. Back then, I calculated that in five years, you would appear with pure Yin blood, so I established the Blissful Immortality Sect, used the Holy Pool to feed Xinluo Yi, and have been waiting for you ever since."
"Five years ago... you calculated the Pure Yin Body," Jiang Zhaoxue tapped the armrest and couldn't help but praise, "Your divination skills are truly outstanding."
"Actually, I'm not just good at divination."
Song Wu Lan spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at him, and saw Song Wu Lan's mouth move slightly, and then three copper coins flew up!
As the coins flew, Anan screamed, "He was just setting up the formation! He's starting a gambling game!"
Jiang Zhaoxue remained motionless upon hearing this. She only watched as the magic array instantly dissipated in space. Three copper plates spun down, instantly breaking the light chain and cage locked on Song Wulan. Song Wulan tapped his toes and flew out, smiling and saying, "Miss Jiang, one more time..."
As the sound faded, the three copper coins that were still spinning suddenly exploded!
Song Wulan's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt something was wrong. However, before he could think about it, the ground surged forward like the sea water stirred by the wind.
The lightsabers were like water droplets flying out of the waves, densely packed and swung towards it, instantly piercing through all the non-vital parts of his body, and with a "ding" sound, they pierced into the wall behind him!
His body stiffened, and then he was overcome by excruciating pain. However, Jiang Zhaoxue remained sitting in the chair, his expression as calm as before.
Song Wulan couldn't help but look up in shock and cried out in horror: "What did you do?"
"You created an illusion to trap me, but you didn't realize that this is my illusion?"
"What did you say?" Song Wu Lan didn't understand for a moment, Jiang Zhaoxue said slowly.
"From the moment we experienced that fluctuation in the space-time rift five years ago, we've been playing into your trap, right? Since you've been waiting for us for five years, and knowing our whereabouts and abilities, why didn't you prepare long ago? So, in those five years, not only did you establish the Blissful Immortal Sect, you also created an illusion that could deceive Shen Yuqing and me. From the moment we separated from the space-time rift, we entered your illusion. From then on, everything we've experienced was deliberately created by you."
"When did you know?" Song Wu Lan couldn't understand.
Jiang Zhaoxue tilted his head and said, "I had some suspicions on the night of Qixi Festival, but I only guessed that you might have done something that would affect people's minds. It wasn't until we entered the Xuecang Mountains that I gradually became certain of this. First, you know us too well. You seem to know where we go and what we do. Everything we experience seems to be deliberately designed to provoke. Second, there are always some rules in this world. Life-eating beasts are indeed the natural nemesis of fortune-tellers, but life-eating beasts are hard to find. Where can so many life-eating beasts come from in the human realm? And the twelve crossbow formations require exponentially more power to open each one. The reason why no one has ever opened the thirteen crossbow formations is because those who can open the thirteen crossbow formations must be above the Tribulation Crossing Stage. If you can also create the thirteen crossbow formations, why don't you just kill us? More importantly—"
"deep."
Song Wulan spoke, reacting: "He reminded you."
He said that these were all illusions that were consuming their spiritual energy.
If the Xuecang Mountains are an "illusion", then why can't all of this be an illusion?
She began to doubt from then on—
"So I wondered, what kind of formation could have deceived both Shen Yuqing and I? Then I thought of an ancient formation called the Mi Zhen Huan Formation. It uses the Xuan Yang Stone as its core, and within the illusion, it lures out the greatest desires in a person's heart. This formation extracts a person's soul and spirit, at the cost of their life. Everyone who enters the formation appears to be a real person, and even cultivators undergoing tribulation would find it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. This formation is based on the Xuan Yang Stone, and we must stay with it for a long time. I don't know where the Xuan Yang Stone is before we enter the Xue Cang Mountains, but after entering..."
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and said, "We have been carrying three carts of the so-called 'Black Blue Stone'."
"So you confirmed it the night before." Song Wulan reacted and asked curiously, "Then why didn't you say it?"
"It's not easy to break the Mi Zhen Huan Zhen formation. Moreover, if you force it, everyone you capture to set up the formation will surely die, so I have to find another way. If you want to get the God-Slaying Sword, you will definitely need Mu Jinyue's pure Yin body, so you will definitely take her away during the chaos. When you take her away, you will need to open the Mi Zhen Huan Zhen formation, and this is my chance."
Jiang Zhaoxue laughed as she spoke. "I followed your instructions and pretended to fall for your trick. However, I secretly preserved the spiritual power of the Yin-Yang Yanyi Lamp and drew a gambling array on it in advance to seal it. At the same time, I placed a substitute talisman on Mu Jinyue."
Song Wulan was stunned. Seeing his shocked expression, Jiang Zhaoxue felt very happy and continued, "To see what's happening inside the Mi Zhen Huan Formation, you must use the Water Mirror. When you break through the formation and enter, the Water Mirror will temporarily close. You can only rely on your perception to catch people. But after using the Substitute Talisman, your perception will be inaccurate."
"you……"
Song Wulan thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out: "When did you know that Mu Jinyue was a pure Yin body?"
He watched them all the way and had no idea that Jiang Zhaoxue had discovered this.
The water mirror could see everything that happened outside their sea of consciousness. Outside their sea of consciousness, Jiang Zhaoxue showed no expression at all.
Jiang Zhaoxue chuckled when she heard this: "I'm not a fool. On the night of Qixi Festival..."
"At that time, I didn't know she had a pure Yin body." Song Wu Lan stared at her and said directly, "I calculated that one of you had a pure Yin body. I originally thought it was you, but it wasn't until she showed up that I realized it was her. Do you think I was staring at her and looking for her?"
Of course not.
The reason why she guessed that Mu Jinyue had a pure yin body was because she had gotten into too many accidents for no reason in the book.
The book also has to follow basic logic. Mu Jinyue keeps getting into trouble, so she must be carrying something on her.
Since the God-Slaying Sword appeared in the book, it must have a pure yin body. If she couldn't guess it after thinking about it, she would be a fool.
But at the beginning she also thought that Mu Jinyue was targeted by Song Wulan, but now it seems that Mu Jinyue is quite interesting.
But she didn't say much, just smiled and said, "It seems that there was a misunderstanding. But anyway, by chance, I guessed the answer correctly. When you pulled me out of the illusion, I used the Yin-Yang Lantern to activate the magic array at the same time. The Yin-Yang Lantern can multiply the power of all arrays. So this time, I'm gambling on my luck, gambling on giving you an illusion. Within this realm, I am Qiankun, and you are in this realm. All the hexagrams can be auspicious or ominous according to my will."
Hearing this, Song Wu Lan stared at her intently, his eyes filled with poison. Between his vicious anger and a hint of admiration, he couldn't help but say, "Jiang Zhaoxue...you really...really..."
"What do I mean? Am I too handsome?"
Jiang Zhaoxue picked up the long sword he had just taken out and said with a smile: "Okay, enough nonsense, it's time to get down to business. Your Highness, will you open the Mizhen Illusion on your own initiative, or do I use your clone's blood sacrifice to force it open -"
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue placed his sword against his chest: "You choose."
Song Wulan said nothing, staring at Jiang Zhaoxue, speechless.
What he left here was a clone, but cultivators below the Tribulation Crossing Stage can only have one clone. If the clone is injured, the original body will also be seriously injured.
He still has a chance to maneuver to open the Mizhen illusion. However, if Jiang Zhaoxue uses the blood sacrifice of his clone, the "person who set up the formation", to forcibly open the Mizhen illusion, it will be disadvantageous for both of them.
But how could he be willing...
Song Wu Lan sneered when he thought about losing to the person in front of him and having to save those two bastards.
Seeing Song Wu Lan's smile, Jiang Zhaoxue felt something was wrong. She immediately withdrew her hand and retreated, but Song Wu Lan was one step ahead of her. He grabbed her sword and rushed forward with several lightsabers fixed on his body!
The long sword suddenly pierced Song Wu Lan's heart, and Song Wu Lan fell to his knees in front of her in pain.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him in surprise, and saw Song Wu Lan holding her sword, blood dripping from the tip of the sword. He raised his eyes, panting, revealing his face splattered with blood.
"I absolutely," he said with difficulty, "I will never save those two bastards."
"Do you think that if you die, I can't save them?" Jiang Zhaoxue realized what he was doing and her face turned pale.
The simplest way to break the formation is for the formation master to break it himself, or to sacrifice the formation master with blood.
But this does not mean that this is the only way.
Song Wulan didn't get angry when he heard this, but laughed instead.
He lowered his voice and gently reminded, "I forgot to tell you that the river in Mizhen's fantasy world was the Forgotten River that I led."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue's expression suddenly turned cold.
She stared at Song Wulan intently, but Song Wulan laughed: "Once someone takes action in the Mizhen Illusion, it will be completely locked until the killing intent disappears. Jiang Zhaoxue, Shen Yuqing and Pei Zichen - who do you want to die?"
"Song Wulan."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened, inserted her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, and grabbed it, forcing him to raise his head.
She looked at the person in front of her coldly. His clone was already in her arms, and now it was his real body in the distance who was using spiritual power to communicate with her.
Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him and reminded him, "Did you know that a cultivator's clone can also make pills?"
"Why, you want to eat me?"
"No."
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled, her tone quite gentle: "Zichen is still young and needs to be nourished. I will give it to Zichen."
Hearing this, Song Wulan finally lost his composure, his eyes filled with fear, and he shouted: "You dare -"
Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with his fingertips and crushed his skull!
The Dharma light lit up from his skull and instantly penetrated his limbs and bones. His entire body was melted by the Dharma light and quickly turned into a Dharma light pill.
On the other side, inside a palace made of pure black marble, Song Wulan woke up with a cry of pain, gritting his teeth and saying, "Jiang Zhaoxue!"
The sound startled the maids and they all came in, but Jiang Zhaoxue could not hear it.
She suppressed her anger and quickly put the refined pills into the gourd, her face looking extremely ugly.
Anan watched the two of them interact, countless questions swirling around him. He asked hurriedly, "What is he doing? How did he bump into us? What does that Forgotten River Water mean? And what does it mean that the Mizhen Illusion is locked?"
"The ultimate goal of the Mizhen Illusion is to lure those within it to kill each other. Once it realizes its goal has been achieved, if anyone who enters the formation attacks their companions, the Mizhen Illusion will instantly seal off all entrances and exits. All the energy they expend will be absorbed by the Mizhen Illusion, multiplying its effect to strengthen the formation."
As Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, he raised his hand and guided the Dharma light to press down on the ground.
She was absolutely safe in her magic circle. She didn't want Song Wu Lan to discover the details of her magic circle, so she had trapped him in the circle. But now she wanted to break the Mi Zhen illusion, so she had to see clearly how Song Wu Lan set up the formation.
With a rumbling sound, her magic circle sank into the ground, revealing the original appearance of this place.
At this time, there was a deep pit as big as a square. There was a ten-foot-wide stream surrounding the pit, and the middle was paved with Xuanyang stone slabs. Wooden stakes were inserted in the criss-cross gaps of the stone slabs, and a person was tied to each stake. They were neatly and densely packed throughout the deep pit.
These people were all mortals. Looking closely, she realized that she had seen most of them. They looked pale, but fortunately they were all still alive. However, their breath was weak, as if they were immersed in a dream from which they could not wake up.
There was an open space in the crowd with six beds on it. Lying on the beds were her, Pei Zichen, Shen Yuqing, Mu Jinyue, Ming, and Pei Shulan.
Seeing this scene, Anan took a breath and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you all lying here?"
"These are all our bodies. When we first came through the cracks in time and space and the fluctuations occurred, everyone's bodies had already arrived here, and our souls fell into the Mizhen Illusion. Now they are all in the illusion. If they take action, the Mizhen Illusion will never be opened again."
"Then you can rest assured." Anan heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "They're not fools. You've already warned them. With their abilities, they won't go crazy in this illusion, right?"
"I thought so before," Jiang Zhaoxue said as he flipped through the spells and cast a spell quickly, "but if there's the Forgotten River water array, that might not be the case."
As she spoke, she pointed forward, and the scene from Mizhen's illusion appeared in front of her.
This kind of magic that displays illusions is called Water Mirror. Jiang Zhaoxue watched as Shen Yuqing and Pei Zichen fell into the river at the same time in the water mirror, and the memories of the two people were stirred up in the river.
Seeing those memories, Anan was stunned, and then screamed: "Why are there these things in the river!!!"
Jiang Zhaoxue remained silent. She felt a tinge of despair as she watched the memories surge up. Finally, she explained, "Because the waters of the Wangchuan River, combined with the Mizhen illusion, allow Luohe to see the memories of the other person that are most likely to trigger his murderous intent."
"Isn't that the end?" Anan muttered, staring blankly. "The Mizhen Illusion is locked shut. No one can enter or leave. Moreover, the energy they use will become the nourishment of the Mizhen Illusion. Shen Yuqing is halfway through the tribulation, and Pei Zichen has the Lingxu Fan and Yuanluo Bow. If they really let go and launched a full-scale attack, who can break open the Mizhen Illusion?"
"It's over..." The more Anan analyzed, the more he felt, "It's really over!"
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