Chapter 52: Illusion Home
The viaduct in the southern area of Shuntianfu is as congested as ever, like the congested intestines of a fat man with a big belly.
The people on the elevated road have long been accustomed to it and do not think there is anything unusual at all.
Although Hu Cuizi had merged into one as a human and a ghost, he still could not escape from the white-robed monk. However, after leaving the Yinshan area, he was not going to run away.
Anyone who dares to cut off one of his legs to practice a nightmare-suppressing technique that he is congenitally lacking is a ruthless person.
When they do things, they leave no way out for others, nor for themselves.
He wants to fight back!
As Hu Quezi ran rapidly, his eyes suddenly became murderous, and his brown pupils turned into dark green.
Maintaining a speed of nearly 700 kilometers per hour, Hu Guizi leaped forward, stepped on the viaduct with one foot, and instantly crossed hundreds of meters to land on the highest viaduct.
"boom!"
On the overpass, a black pickup truck was hit by Hu Quezi who fell to the ground, and the roof was smashed into a concave shape.
The people in the car behind were frightened and stared blankly at Hu Quezi who had fallen to the ground.
The car in front had been smashed beyond recognition, but the lame man in the car just stared into the distance as if nothing had happened.
Not far away, a monk in white robes landed lightly on the railing of the overpass, as gracefully as a dragonfly skimming the water.
The difference is obvious.
This is the difference between having the mind method or not.
The white-robed monk Bujie has practiced mental methods and his control over his body and qi is far superior to that of Hu Quezi.
"how?"
The white-robed monk raised his lips slightly.
"Not running away anymore?"
"Now it's you who should run."
Hu Quezi made a hoarse sound from his throat, like a wounded lone wolf. A wounded beast is the most terrifying because you can never imagine what kind of crazy thing it can do.
"Want to kill me?"
The monk in white shook his head, and his figure disappeared into thin air in an instant like bursting bubbles.
At the same time, in the car that was pressed into a "concave" shape under Hu Quezi, a hand directly broke through the iron sheet and grabbed Hu Quezi's feet.
The next moment, a punch pierced through the entire concave roof from bottom to top and hit Hu Quezi's abdomen hard.
Hu Quezi had no time to react and was blown away.
The white-robed monk standing on the car with its roof blooming smiled, and his dream was shattered again like a bubble.
All that was left was the bewildered man he had just transformed into, and a vehicle that looked like a car accident scene.
"Hu Quezi, it is true that summoning spirits can restrain illusions, but in the crowd, you won't have enough time to break my illusion."
The white-robed monk's soft voice was so magnetic that it seemed to ring in Hu Quezi's ears.
The knocked-off Hu Guizi fell heavily on a truck and then fell to the ground.
The next moment, the passerby standing nearby changed into a white-robed monk again and punched Hu Quezi directly in the heart.
"boom!"
Hu Quezi flew out again.
The side railing on the overpass was directly smashed, and Hu Quezi fell on another overpass again.
Whenever he landed, there would always be passers-by who turned into the appearance of white-robed monks, as if millions of people in the world had become the incarnation of the white-robed monk.
Countless people, cooperating with the life-extending technique, this is the home of illusion.
The white-robed monk Bujie is almost inherently invincible.
This is the true use of the combination of illusion and life-extending technique.
Although Hu Guizi's summoning of spirits can restrain Bujie's illusion, here, Xiantian is his home turf.
People on the overpass got out of their cars and stared blankly at the scene before them.
It's like Smith in The Matrix transforms into everyone.
The lame man who had just fallen from the sky was beaten so badly that he had almost no ability to fight back.
On the viaduct, concrete fragments flew everywhere and the steel skeleton revealed its hideous claws from the broken parts.
One car after another sounded the alarm.
But the people in the car were unharmed.
This is the life-extending technique.
To reveal it means death; to keep it secret means no harm.
This technique cannot be used on oneself, but it can be used on others with the help of illusion.
Almost always successful.
Here, everyone is considered another puppet of the white-robed monk.
In mid-air, even though the evil ghost took most of the attack, Hu Guizi still felt the shock to his internal organs.
no!
This can't go on.
The black aura around Hu Cuzi, who was originally a human and a ghost, became increasingly dense, and the originally stiff lame ghost shadow became increasingly flexible.
Hu Quezi is reviving the lame ghost in his body and releasing the suppression on the lame ghost.
Suddenly, a cool breeze spread in the air.
"Are you going to hand over your body to that evil spirit?"
The white-robed monk Bujie knew what Hu Guizi was thinking in an instant, and his expression became gloomy.
"Leave it to him. Even if you survive, you will never be a human or a ghost."
Hu Guizi did not respond either, but the black energy on his body became thicker and thicker, like ink spreading in the water.
After being knocked away by the white-robed monk once again, Hu Guizi stopped in mid-air. At this time, he could no longer be said to be a human being.
This is already a ghost.
On the edge of the overpass near Hu Quezi, a middle-aged man's face suddenly changed and turned into a monk in white. The people around him were startled by the sudden appearance of the monk in white. They retreated behind the vehicle and observed the monk carefully.
This scene was really beyond expectations.
The white-robed monk stared at Hu Quezi and said loudly, "That Taoist swordsman has been following us all the way. Isn't he going to take action? This guy has completely turned into a ghost. I have no way to stop him."
Suddenly, there was a hissing sound in the sky, as if a fast-moving object flashed by, and the air hissed.
A white sword light flashed.
"boom!"
Hu Guizi's body, which had just transformed into a ghost, was knocked down from mid-air, as if struck by a straight white lightning.
The long sword nailed the lame ghost directly to the ground under the overpass. The terrifying sword energy lifted the concrete road, and a huge deep pit appeared on the ground.
In the deep pit, a pure white sword was stuck in Hu Quezi's chest, and his entire body was shattered.
The evil ghost had been killed by the pure Yang sword energy.
It was not until then that a sound like an air explosion was heard.
A man also dressed in white but dressed as a Taoist appeared on the overpass.
He raised his hand slightly, and the pure white sword rose from the ground.
The whole process went smoothly.
"Lure me into action, and then run away?"
The white-robed monk smiled, put his hands together, bowed and said:
"I can't help it. A Taoist swordsman has reached your level. I, a monk, really can't beat him."
"If we are lucky enough to meet again in the future, I will thank you for your gift again."
After saying this, the white-robed monk's body twisted, and an ordinary person appeared in the twisted figure, looking at everyone at a loss.
But the white-robed monk had already left.
………
At this time, a white-robed monk in the distance was examining the fragment in his hand. This was the inheritance of the soul summoning and nightmare suppression among the eight sects of the left path.
If he hadn't killed Hu Quezi this time, then with Hu Quezi's nightmare technique, he would have been in real danger.
Gently stroking the fragment in his hand, the white-robed monk said softly:
"Soul summoning, nightmare suppression, four of the eight gates are complete."
The update is late, I hope no one will find it (humble)
(End of this chapter)
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