"This kid was really robbed by the ghost marriage team. The previous ghost marriage team was a reflection of Xiahou Aotian's inner shadow, and they came specially to pick him up."
Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mural, marveling at it.
The most terrifying and solid illusion is always woven according to the target's deepest fears.
Xiaohou Aotian, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually has a psychological shadow on ghost marriage
No, it's not necessarily a ghost marriage, but an unhappy marriage, or a wife who is as scary as a ghost.
Or maybe his parents' unhappy marriage had a negative psychological impact on him since childhood.
As he was daydreaming in his heart, the mural changed and two paper figures came forward and held the groom's head, forcing him to get married.
Another paper figure came forward and pressed on the bride's shoulders, forcing her to bow and kneel.
The bride's head rolled down from under the veil and rolled in front of the groom. The head was severely rotten and even with white powder applied, it could not cover up the rotten skin and flesh.
The bride's eyes were rash white pupils, staring straight at the groom, with two lines of black tears flowing from her eyes.
In the mural, the groom started to roll his eyes in fear, and his body was shaking like a sieve.
Oh no, he's going to get scared and have problems! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up his brush and drew lightning bolts on the mural.
Silver-white lightning filled with a destructive aura descended and evaporated all the evil spirits in the hall, leaving only the frightened groom. He looked around in panic, not knowing what had happened.
Suddenly, the door of the lobby opened, and a group of paper dolls dressed in blood-red wedding dresses walked in, supporting the bride.
The bride wore embroidered shoes, her feet not touching the ground, and she was floating in the air as she began her wedding ceremony anew.
"Forcible destruction will not save Xia Hou Ao Tiandi. At most, it can help him relieve his fear in the critical moment." Zhang Yuanqing touched his chin and frowned in thought.
If he allowed the illusion to continue, Xia Hou Aotian would either be frightened to death by his own fear, or die at the hands of the ghost bride.
That's it. Even though it's fake, it's equally deadly. Using the target's inner fear to weave an illusion and kill people silently in the illusion is what the illusionist likes to do most.
At this time, it is impossible to expect Xiahou Aotian to overcome his shadow and defeat his fear on his own.
If the fear within us could be overcome so easily, it wouldn't become a shadow.
Zhang Yuanqing had an idea and, with the help of his experience from the previous mural, he used a brush to outline a simple stick figure.
The stickman blends into the mural sugar and becomes a groom in wedding clothes.
Since it cannot be interrupted, let the imaginary groom complete the wedding on behalf of Xiahou Aotian.
However, as soon as the groom appeared, the paper figures in the hall stood still, their necks twisted stiffly by 90 degrees, and their dull and gloomy faces all looked at the fake groom.
The fake groom's body twisted and his appearance changed suddenly. He turned into a paper man and silently joined the team.
"I will not allow a fake groom to take my place, even if it's a ghost bride, nor will I allow a supporting actor to take my place"
Zhang Yuanqing, a top illusionist, interpreted Xiahou Aotian's psychological changes and couldn't help but complain.
The core of weaving illusions is actually to cater to the target, recognize the target, understand the target, and then kill the target.
Something that is completely inconsistent with the target's personality will ultimately fail even if it is forcibly woven.
The mural is woven based on Xiahou Aotian's inner fear. He is the breaker and not only has to deal with the illusion, but also Xiahou Aotian.
The bride's head in the mural fell again and rolled in front of the groom Xiahou Aotian.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly drew a stroke on the bride's head, creating a veil to cover the scary head so the groom couldn't see it, thus eliminating the most terrifying scene for him.
No, let him continue to immerse himself in the illusion of ghost marriage and try to defeat fear with fear.
"Remember Xiahou Aotian said that he had borrowed money from his family for materials that he still couldn't repay in a hundred years." Zhang Yuanqing changed his mind and picked up his pen to sketch a new stickman in the mural. After he finished sketching, the stickman took on the appearance of the head of the Xiahou family in the mural.
Satisfied with his painting, he put down his brush and watched the development of the mural in silence.
The head of the Xiahou family in the hall took out the account book from his bosom and said loudly: "Xiahou Ao Tianran, you haven't paid back the money you borrowed from the family. Who allowed you to get married? If you can't pay off the debt, don't even think about getting married and having children in this life. You have to be a slave to the Xiahou family."
The groom, who was originally terrified, suddenly turned pale after hearing this. He no longer resisted the marriage and completed the ceremony with the ghost bride.
Uh, it seems like the protagonist's will to survive has been crushed! Zhang Yuanqing was a little embarrassed.
“This is troublesome!”
Breaking the illusion requires a technical job, just like a swordsman's swordsmanship. A swordsman who practices swordsmanship hard will be stronger than an ordinary swordsman.
The spiritual realm bestows the most basic talents, which guarantees the lower limit. As for how high the ceiling is, it depends on personal practice.
After all, Zhang Yuanqing is a latecomer and has only obtained the Heart of the Phantom God three or four months ago. In terms of pure technology, he is not as good as those senior Voiders.
Of course, if he tries repeatedly, it won't be difficult for him to break the illusion. However, if he wastes too much time here with Xiahou Aotian, the safety of others cannot be guaranteed.
As for those who choose to save others, Xiaohou Aotian Liu, who has the weakest spirit, will most likely be in danger.
Zhang Yuanqing frowned and thought for a few seconds, then he came up with a solution and opened his mouth to exhale the Taiyin Qi.
The body of the old man Liu Chang, whose only real head was like black smoke, appeared and bowed: "Master!"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded majestically and pointed at the mural in front of him. "My teammates are trapped in an illusion. The being who wove the illusion is of a very high status. I can't bring them out by force. I need your help to break the illusion."
The beautiful Liu Chang Lao frowned and said: "Master, you have supreme authority. Even you can't crack it, let me alone."
Zhang Yuanqing maintained his dignity and said, "I just want to hear your opinion."
Elder Liu Chang understood immediately.
The master encountered technical difficulties and needed her help.
She immediately turned her eyes to the mural.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian had finished the wedding ceremony and was taken to the backyard by the paper man.
The backyard was a wasteland, with an old grave and a new grave. The new grave had just been dug, and next to it was a black coffin with the lid open and nothing inside. This coffin was obviously prepared for Xiahou Aotian.
Liu Gong Lao was surprised and asked, "Why didn't he resist?"
How could the illusion woven with the fear in one's heart be so calm, allowing the paper man to do whatever he wanted?
Zhang Yuanqing said with a straight face, "Don't worry about these details."
Elder Liu Chang did not dare to ask more questions, and spoke very quickly, "His spirit body is deeply trapped in the illusion, and he firmly believes that he is being entangled by ghosts. In this case, we need to give him hints in the illusion to awaken his self."
Zhang Yuanqing asked, "How do I awaken myself?"
Chang Lao said, "It's like a real dream. People in dreams have a single thought and don't think about how strong they are. The evil spirits can't do anything to them."
"So, we have to remind him who he really is and how powerful he is. Once his self-awareness is restored, the illusion will be broken."
"As for how to give hints, we have to study his personality, habits, preferences, etc."
The head of the Xiahou family that I transformed into just now has called out the name "Xiahou Aotian", but it has no effect! I don't know Xiahou Aotian's real name either...
The commonly used spiritual IDs are useless, and some interpersonal relationship information in reality is even less likely to wake him up.
"Depends on preferences, habits and personality." Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts raced as he decided to take a gamble.
He actually picked up his pen and drew pieces of paper money on the wall, letting them float all over the deserted backyard, falling to the ground, into the coffin, and onto Xiahou Aotian and the paper man.
Each piece of paper money has certain information written on it.
At this time, Xiahou Aotian was already lying in the coffin. A paper man held up a wooden hammer and a wooden nail, pierced his abdomen, and nailed him into the coffin.
The pain made Xiahou Aotian's face distorted. He struggled desperately and wanted to escape, but was held down by the paper people.
Flying paper money fell on his face, with the words "I am Xia Hou Aotian, and I will sweep away all enemies in the world."
His expression in the mural was stunned obviously and dazed.
More and more paper money fell, and on each piece of paper money was written a line of words: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the poor young man", "If Heaven hadn't given me Xiahou as Heaven, the scholar would have lived forever like Chang Ye", "Xiahou Aotian, the Dragon King, has returned", "How was the protagonist trained", "Even the demigod ancestor has to submit to me", "Showdown, I am Xiaohou Aotian"
Xiahou Aotian stared at the paper money in a daze, she was confused, puzzled, and lost in thought.
When the paper man nailed his limbs and was about to hammer the last wooden nail into his chest, the confusion and bewilderment in Xiahou Aotian's eyes disappeared.
The mark of the alchemy furnace appeared between his eyebrows, and brilliant flames burst out of his eyes. The surrounding paper figures were instantly ignited, and the three-color flames spread like a tide, igniting the coffins, wasteland, tombs, and the old house.
A raging fire started in the mural, and then, like ripples on water, Xiahou Aotian stepped out of the wall. He held his head high and chest puffed out, looking proud and arrogant, with the aura of a great emperor.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. This was the only trick he could come up with to deal with the character. ..
Let the conceited Xiahou Aotian realize that he is the protagonist. Since he is the protagonist, how can he be afraid of a mere ghost marriage?
If this trick doesn't work, Zhang Yuanqing will try to remove the seal on the heart of the phantom god and forcibly break the illusion. However, in this way, perhaps the most terrifying person in the copy will not be the boss, but him.
"Oh, you actually walked out of the illusion earlier than me. After all, you have dual professions of Sun Wanderer and Void." Xiahou Aotian raised his chin, "Although I am not proficient in illusion, as the protagonist, a mere illusion can't do anything to me."
Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "I am Xiahou Aotiankai, I should sweep away all enemies in the world, right?"
Xiahou Aotian was stunned.
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and said, "If Heaven had not given me Xiahou Aotian, my learning would have been like Chang Ye for eternity."
Xiahou Aotian lost his previous arrogance and was confused. "How... did you know?"
Zhang Yuanqing raised his lips and said, "I appeared to save you!"
"The owner of the illusion"
"I was the one who conjured this up. I wanted to use the huge debt to wake you up and make you recognize reality, but I didn't expect someone to give up trying to survive."
Zhang Yuanqing's smile widened, "I forgot to tell you that you are the first one to fall into the illusion because your cultivation is the weakest."
Xiahou Aotian looked at him with a stiff expression, standing there in a daze. After a few seconds, he put aside his proud attitude as a protagonist and forced an ugly smile: "I'm so tired."
"Thanks to you, even if I'm the protagonist, there are times when I need the help of the supporting characters. Um, can you please not tell anyone about this?"
Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and teased: "Tell me first why you are afraid of marriage. Shouldn't the protagonist have three wives and four concubines?"
Hou Aotian's expression suddenly became extremely interesting. He felt ashamed that his inner secrets were being seen by others, and he was also threatened...
Zhang Yuanqing did not ask further, deliberately leaving the question blank, and said, "Go and see the others. They should be stronger than you, but you can't delay any longer."
He raised the golden flame in his palm and flew it along the wall. Xiahou Aotian looked constipated and said in a low voice, "Damn it, Yuanshi Tianzun made a fool of me! He even threatened me..."
From the iron ring on his left hand came the spiritual fluctuations of the Qin Dynasty alchemist: "What makes you feel that you are not a joke?
Xiahou Aotian was too lazy to talk to him and hurried to catch up.
The two came to the third mural and saw a dark night in a prosperous community on the outskirts of the city. Flames and thick smoke were rising and luxurious villas had collapsed into ruins.
A group of villains with bloodshot eyes and knotted muscles were wreaking havoc everywhere. Under the butcher's knife, fresh lives were buried in a pool of blood.
A little girl was curled up in a collapsed ruin somewhere, shivering under the cover of the ruins, her little face covered with traces of tears.
She was soon found by a bald burly man, whose scarlet eyes were full of malice and who gave a hideous smile to the little girl.
The grateful little girl started running, and the strong man behind her was chasing her closely.
She managed to escape the pursuit and hid in the ruins.
"This is the scene when the Chu family was wiped out." Xiahou Aotian knew the life experience of the Palace Master of Stop Killing. At that time, Xiahou Chi had traveled to Songhai and tried to kill the Palace Master of Stop Killing to avenge his son.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed. The Chu family extermination was her aunt's biggest nightmare, and it left an indelible scar in her young heart. She was terrified, but at the same time she felt that she should have lived and died with her family.
She was trapped by her own obsessions and fears.
If this continues, when her inner fatigue and despair accumulate to a certain level and she loses the desire to survive, the little girl in the center of the illusion will be caught and killed.
"She will be caught sooner or later." Xiahou Aotian said.
With the experience from the previous time, Zhang Yuanqing quickly figured out a way to break the illusion. He picked up his pen and sketched a stick figure with random facial features on the mural. The stick figure merged into the mural and took on the appearance of Yuanshi Tianzun.
He walked into the ruins, squatted down in front of the little girl and said softly: "I will take you away from here."
The little girl raised her tear-stained face and stared at him blankly, nodding with a sob.
Zhang Yuanqing took her hand and walked out of the ruins together, strolling on the battlefield full of fire and thick smoke.
Strong men with bloodshot eyes rushed forward one after another, but before they could get close, they were struck by lightning and turned into charcoal.
Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the mural holding the little girl's hand. As they got closer, the little girl's eyes became calmer and deeper.
Ripples appeared on the wall, and the Yuanshi Tianzun in the painting disappeared. The Palace Master of Zhisha, wearing a red skirt and a silver mask, walked out.
Because Xiahou Aotian was there, she just looked at Zhang Yuanqing tenderly and said nothing.
If it were any other time, she would definitely take the opportunity to act coquettishly and ask for kisses and hugs.
At this time, the three of them had walked to the corner of the wall. There was no mural on this side, so they turned around and went back, passing the pedestal and came to the other side.
They stopped in front of the fourth mural. The main tone of this mural was gray and colorless. A small house stood alone, surrounded by dug-up ground, collapsed walls and piled bricks.
A large excavator was parked in front of the villa.
There is a family of three in the villa, a young couple and a little boy. The little boy's facial features are a bit like those of the King of Evil Eyes.
The rolling bucket of the excavator's crawler smashed through the wall, destroying the load-bearing columns, and the small villa collapsed while shaking.
The family of three in the building hugged each other.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly waved his pen, erased the villa, and interrupted forcefully.
A few seconds later, the villa appeared again and began to repeat the scene from the previous round.
"It turns out that Moyan's parents died in forced demolition. No wonder he hates bullying so much." Xiahou Aotian said.
He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and asked: "How can we save this?"
"The situation of Demon Eye is a bit similar to that of Palace Master. They both long to live and die together with their parents." Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds and used the same trick again to outline the stickman.
The stickman transformed into his appearance and entered the villa. "King of the Demon Eyes, follow me to clear the world. Don't waste time here." Zhang Yuanqing said loudly.
The little boy just glanced at him indifferently and curled up in his mother's arms, without any change.
"Isn't this possible?" Zhang Yuanqing frowned.
"This can't wake him up," Xiahou Aotian said with emotion. Cleansing the world is the lifelong obsession of the Demon Eye. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and said, "What the Demon Eye King wants most in his life is not to cleanse the world, but justice, justice, and damn justice. Because he couldn't get it, he chose to cleanse the world."
He got inspiration from the illusion of the killing palace and decided to try the redemption route.
In the mural, Zhang Yuanqing depicted a law enforcement team stopping the forced demolition work by an excavator in front of a family of three.
A disappointing scene happened. The King of Evil Eyes hid in his mother's arms just like before, grabbing the corner of his mother's clothes, without any reaction.
"I don't even want the realm of justice anymore." Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled at first, but then he understood.
The King of Evil Eyes subconsciously does not easily trust law enforcement teams or officials.
Just as Xiahou Aotian subconsciously does not allow supporting characters to touch his ghost bride.
Zhang Yuanqing could only resolve the crisis in the mural while thinking of countermeasures. Xiahou Aotian and the Palace Master of Zhisha gave advice and suggestions. They tried several times but failed to rescue the evil eye.
"This guy is truly a paranoid. He has a serious tendency towards self-destruction and refuses to accept redemption." Xiahou Aotian commented.
"Stinking stones in the toilet." The Lord of Stop Killing frowned and said, at a loss, Liu Chang, who was following Zhang Yuanqing, said in a low voice, "Master, the stronger the Devil Eye King's obsession with cleansing the world, the deeper the pain this memory brings him. Freelancers are different from lawful ones. The Devil Eye King does not need redemption, nor does he accept redemption."
"If I could accept salvation so easily, I would have reconciled with the world long ago."
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, "Yes, what I want to do is to awaken his self-awareness, not to redeem him."
He thought of a way out, picked up the brush, pointed at the little boy, and pulled him out.
The little boy left the villa and came outside. The excavator started rumbling, holding the bucket high, and destroyed the villa. The young couple was buried in the rubble.
The little boy stared at the scene in a daze, losing all expression.
After an unknown amount of time, the little boy turned around and walked toward the depths of the mural. His back looked lonely, like an abandoned puppy.
As the little boy walked away, the mural disappeared.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said, "It's actually very simple to awaken the Demon Eye's self-awareness. All we need to do is let him watch his parents die in front of the Demon Eye Tianyan back then."
The moment the villa collapsed, the little boy died, and the one who survived was the King of Evil Eyes, who had the wildfire of revenge burning in his heart.
Just like that, ripples appeared on the wall, and the Demon Eye King wearing a sports headband walked out of the mural. He looked around at everyone, and finally looked at Zhang Yuanqing, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Well done."
For the first time, Zhang Yuanqing saw the deep pain and sorrow in those eyes.
He did not respond to the magic eye and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go to Mr. Qian."
As soon as the sound fell, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from not far away: "I'm out."
The golden flame in Zhang Yuanqing's hand rose up with a "boom", illuminating a white-clothed figure more than ten steps away. The handsome man with a straight posture was Fu Qingyang.
"Boss, you're out," Zhang Yuanqing said happily.
Xiahou Aotian looked up and down, carefully examining Master Qian, and reluctantly asked, "How did you get out?"
Master Qian showed no emotion, and said calmly, "It's just an illusion, it's not difficult."
"It's not difficult," Xiahou Aotian thought to himself. You, you, you, if you keep pretending like this, I will be angry.
Fu Qingyang looked at him and said calmly, "I have nothing to fear. Even if I did, I have already killed it in reality."
Xiahou Aotian was suddenly choked and speechless.
For example, the group of people of the Fu family who were killed by you with one knife each! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself.
Among his teammates, the one he was least worried about was Mr. Qian.
Fu Qingyang is a man who will not compromise. He will not compromise with his enemies, and even less with himself. If he has to choose between death and escape, he will draw his sword and strike the enemy without hesitation.
Just like when he chased after his peers in the family and hacked them, he threw a wooden sword at the elders who intervened and demanded severe punishment and asked them if they wanted to die.
There are no psychological shadows in Mr. Qian's life because he has eliminated all of them.
Then everyone came to the last mural, which showed an extremely old woman with a haggard face lying on the bed. She could die at any time. The old woman tried her best to stay awake and did not dare to let herself fall asleep.
"Who is this person, Princess Yin Yao?" Xiahou Aotian almost didn't recognize her.
Other people's illusions were full of ups and downs and unpredictable dangers, but her illusion was just a room and a bed.
"My useless disciple..." Zhang Yuanqing helplessly explained: "Princess Yin Yao feared the most that she would die of old age. For the sake of Chang Sheng, she stole the coffin of Lady Sandaoshan, used a secret method to turn herself into a corpse, and slept in the coffin."
If a Three-Mountain Goddess were to be drawn at this time, Princess Yin Yao would probably be frightened to death on the spot! he thought to himself.
"From a certain perspective, he looks quite like Xiahou Aotian." The Palace Master of Zhisha said jokingly.
Fu Qingyang watched for a moment and said: "Her fear is very simple, just the fear of death. You just need to give her some hints to let her remember that she is Yinni."
Just as he had hinted to Xiahou Aotian, Zhang Yuanqing picked up his pen and sketched three objects in the mural: a ghost mirror, a Yin jade doll and blood rouge.
Three objects plopped down on the old woman's chest, attracting her attention.
The old woman raised her head and looked at the three objects with difficulty, and then she was stunned.
She remained in the dazed position with her head tilted up for a long time. She seemed to remember that she had already become a corpse. She threw off the quilt with an agility that was out of place for an old lady and jumped up.
The mural automatically went out, and Princess Yin Yao walked out of the mural, and everyone felt relieved.
At this moment, ink-and-wash figures appeared on the wall. They held swords and struck different poses, just like the swordplay secrets in martial arts.
Zhang Yuanqing and others only looked at it for a few times, and they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, shed tears, and lowered their heads.
Only Fu Qingyang raised his head and stared at the sword manuals on the wall, saying, "It's a very exquisite sword technique. The person who carved the sword manual put his own will into it. It hasn't dissipated after so many years."
Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head and suddenly realized: "No wonder the murals were polluted. I said it, even if ordinary murals were nourished by Yin Qi, they would not be so magical."
Fu Qingyang said: "Yuanshi, take me for a spin."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly.
The two walked side by side around the wall. Fu Qingyang said as he watched: "Master these sword techniques thoroughly. You can use them up to level eight at least."
"Boss, aren't you obsessed with slashing and disdain to learn swordsmanship?" Zhang Yuanqing said.
Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "My slashing attack has reached a bottleneck. The newly comprehended sword intent comes at the cost of burning my life. I cannot use it unless it is a last resort. If I want to go further, I must broaden my horizons and think of integrating all schools of thought into one."
As an eighth-level master, Fu Qingyang memorized all the sword techniques on the wall after just one look.
Everyone left the Hall of Righteousness and headed for the last floor of South Garden.
Zhang Yuanqing prayed silently in his heart that he could find the White Emperor Crown in the last level, and then said: "According to the strength of the dungeon, we may encounter a ninth-level master in the last level."
Fu Qingyang shook his head: "The strength of the King of the Lost Nation copy is abnormal and cannot be used as a reference standard."
He didn't believe that he was so unlucky to encounter the spiritual realm bug again. While the two were talking, Xiahou Aotian took out the drone and conducted an investigation as usual.
Amid the hum of propellers, the drones passed through the invisible film and entered the final
Three seconds later, Xiaohou Aotian opened his eyes, his face solemn: "The drone was destroyed, I saw ghost lights, green ghost lights, everywhere, except these, he didn't get anything."
"The drone was destroyed in an instant, and I couldn't see the attackers." Xiahou Aotian said helplessly.
As soon as I entered, I was attacked and didn't even have a chance to explore.
The others exchanged glances, and their already solemn expressions became even more serious.
Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook out a corpse.
"Let me do it. The Inferi have a higher survival rate than drones. Maybe I can see the enemy." He controlled the Inferi to pass through the invisible film.
About half a minute later, Zhang Yuanqing's head suddenly tilted back, as if he was hit in the face with a stick. His eyeballs in his eye sockets burst, and two lines of scarlet blood flowed out.
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