"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.
Xiahou 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, Xiahou 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 alone me."
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 obviously stunned 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 Xiahou 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.
“呦，你居然比我更早走出幻境也是，你毕竟是日游神和虚无者双职业。”夏侯傲天昂起下巴，“而我虽然不精通幻术，但身为主角，区区幻境能奈我何。”
张元清淡淡道:“我乃夏侯傲天慨，当橫扫世间一切敌是吧。”
夏侯傲天一愣。
张元清扫他一眼，又道:“天不生我夏侯傲天，学土万古如苌夜。”
夏侯傲天不复刚才的傲气，惊疑不定“你...怎么知道”
张元清勾起嘴角:“我幻化出来，为了救你!”
“那幻境里的家主”
“也是我幻化出来的，原本想用巨额债务让你请醒一下，认清楚什么是现实，没想到某人直接放弃了求生。”
张元清嘴角笑容扩大，“忘记告诉你，你是第一个陷入幻境的，因为你修为最弱。”
夏侯傲天表情僵硬得的看着他，愣在原地，隔了几秒，他放下主角骄傲身段，露出力个难看的笑容好累。
“多亏有你啊，就算是本主角，也有需要配角鼎力相助的时候，嗯，这件事能不能不说出去。”
张元清审视着他，调侃道:.“你先告诉我，为什么你内心恐惧着结婚主角难道不应该三妻四妾吗？”
侯傲天表情顿时变得极为精彩，有种内心的秘密被人窥视到羞耻感，还被要挟了..
张元清也不追问，故意留白，转而说“去看看其他人吧，他们应该比你更坚挺，但不能再拖延。”
他举起掌心的金色火焰，沿着墙壁而天，夏侯傲天一脸便秘的难受样子，低声道“可恶，被元始天尊看笑话了!居然还要挟我........”
左手的铁扳指里，为传来秦代方士的精神波动:“是什么让您产生了自己不是个笑话的错觉
夏侯傲天懒得和他哔哔来，快步跟上。.
二人来到第三块壁画前，看见的是漆黑夜晚，城郊的繁华社区中，火焰和浓烟滚滚升起，豪华的别墅坍塌成废墟。
一群双眼猩红，肌肉虬结的恶徒到处肆虐,，屠刀之下，一个个鲜活的生命到在血泊中。
某处坍塌的废墟里一个小女孩蜷缩着，借着废墟的掩护，瑟瑟发抖，小脸沾满泪痕。
她很快就被一位光头壮汉，找到猩红的双瞳充满恶意，朝着小的女孩露出狰狞笑容。
感语小女孩下的奔跑起来，身后的壮汉紧追不舍。
她成功逃脱了追杀，在另她处废墟中躲藏起来
“这是楚家被灭门时候的场景”夏侯傲天是知道止杀宫主身世，当初夏侯池就曾远赴松海，试物图杀死止杀宫主为儿子报仇。
张元清叹了一口气，楚家灭门事件是小姨最大的梦魇，在她幼小的心灵，留下了难以磨灭的伤痕，她一边恐惧着，一边又觉得自己当年就应该和家族共存亡。
她被自己的执念和恐惧困住了。
这样下去，等她内心的疲惫和绝望积累到一定程度，失去求生欲望，幻境中心小女孩就会被抓到然后杀死。
“她迟早会被抓住。”夏侯傲天说.
有脚了前一次的经验，张元清很快想出破解幻境办法，提笔在壁画上勾勒出一个五官很随意的火柴人，火柴人融入壁画，变成了元始天尊的模样。
他走进废墟，小在小女孩面前蹲下画里柔声道:“我带你离开这里。”
小女孩昂起泪痕斑驳的脸蛋，怔怔地看着他，她哽咽的点头。
张元清牵起她的手時一块走出废墟，漫步在烈火和浓烟的战场。
双眼猩红的壮汉们前仆后继的涌来，还没靠近，就被闪电劈成焦炭。
张元清牵着小女孩从壁画中走来，越走越近，小女孩的眼神也越来越平静深邃。
墙面泛起波纹，画中的元始天尊消失，身穿红裙，戴银色面具的止杀宫主走了出来。
因为有夏侯傲天在，她只是目光柔柔的看一眼张元清，没有说什么。
要是平时，肯定趁机撒娇，要求亲亲抱抱。
此时，三人已经，走到墙角，这边没有壁画了，便转身返回，路过基座，来到另一边。
他们停在第四处壁画前，这处壁画主色调士片灰暗，没有色彩，一栋小洋房孤零零的伫立，周围是被挖开的地面坍塌的墙壁和堆积的砖块。
一辆大型挖掘机停在洋房前。
洋房里有一家三口，年轻的夫妇和小男孩，小男孩的五官轮廓有点像魔眼天王。
挖掘机履带滚动铲斗狠狠砸穿墙壁，摧毁承重柱，小洋房在摇晃中坍塌。
楼内的一家三口抱在了一起。
张元清连忙挥笔，抹去洋房，强势打断。
几秒后，洋房再次出现，开始重复上一轮的情景。
“原来魔眼的父母是死于强拆，难怪他如此憎恶恃强凌弱。”夏侯傲天说。
他看向张元清，问道:“这个该怎么救”
“魔眼的情况和宫主有点像，都渴望和父母一起共存亡。”张元清思索几秒，故技重施，勾勒出火柴人。
火柴人化成他的模样，进入洋房“魔眼天王，跟着我清选世界吧，不要在这里浪费时间了。”张元清大声说道。
小男孩只是淡淡瞅他一眼，缩在母亲怀里，并没有任何变化。
“这都不行？”张元清皱起眉。
“这都唤不醒他”夏侯傲天感慨道，清洗世界可是魔眼毕生执念的张元，清想了想，道:“魔眼天王这辈子最想要，其实不是清洗世界，而是公正，公正，还是特么的公正。因为得不到才选释清洗世界。”
他从止杀宫生谈幻境获得灵感，打算试试救赎路线。
张元清在壁画中勾勒出执法队伍，当着一家，三口的面，阻止了挖掘机的强拆作。
让人失望的一幕发生了，魔眼天王如同刚才那样，躲在母亲怀里，抓着母亲的衣角，没有任何反应。
“公正境也不要了”张元清先是不解，继而明白过来。
魔眼天王从潜意识里不轻相信执法队伍，不相信官方。
正如夏侯傲天潜意识里，不允许配角染指他的鬼新娘。
张元清只能一边化解壁画中的危机，一边思考对策，夏侯傲天、止杀宫主在旁出谋划策，连续尝试数遍，都无法救出魔眼。
“这家伙不愧是偏执狂，自毁倾向很严重，不肯接受救赎。”夏侯傲天评价道。
“茅坑里的臭石头。”止杀宫主蹙眉道，一筹莫展之际，跟在张元清身边的六苌老轻，声说道“主人，魔眼天王清洗世界执念有多强，,这段回忆带给他的痛苦就有多深刻。自由职业和守序不同，魔眼天王不需要救赎，也不接受救赎。”
“如果能这么轻易接受救赎，早就和世界和解了。”
张元清醍醐灌顶“对，我要做的是唤醒他的自我认知，不是救赎。”
他有了思思考路，提起毛笔，点住小男孩，往外一拽。
小男孩离开洋房来到了外面，挖掘机，轰隆动作，高举着铲斗，将洋房摧毁，年轻的夫妇葬身在废墟中。
小男孩怔怔的望着这这一幕，失去了所有表情。
不知过了多久，小男孩转身，朝着壁画深处走去，背影孤单，像一只被人遗弃小狗。
随着小男孩渐行渐远，壁画消失。
张元清叹息道“唤醒魔眼自我认知其实很简单，只需要让他看着父母死在当年的魔眼天眼前。”
洋房坍塌的瞬间，那个小男孩就死了，活下来的是心里燃烧着复仇野火的魔眼天王。
就这样墙面泛起波纹，戴运动头带魔眼天王从壁画中走了出来，他环顾众人，最后看向张元清，勾起嘴角“干得不错。”
张元清第一次从那双眼睛里，看到了深埋的痛苦和悲伤。
他没有回应魔眼说道:“走吧，我们该去钱公子了。”
适音刚落，不远处传来傅青阳冷淡的声音:“我已经出来了。”
张元清手里的金色火焰“轰”的高涨，照亮十几步外的白衣身影，英俊逼人，身带姿笔挺，正是傅青阳。
“老大，你出来了”张元清欣喜道。
夏侯傲天上上下下，仔仔细细审视钱公子，不甘心口问道“你怎么出来的”
钱公子面无表,情，淡淡道“幻境而已，不难。”
“不难”夏侯傲天心说，你你你，你要这么装的话，我可就生气了。
傅青阳看他一下，里语气平静:“我没有恐惧的东西，即便有，也已经在现实里斩了。”
夏侯傲天顿时噎的说不出话来。
比如傅家那群被你一刀一个同龄人吗!张元清心说。
队友中，他最不担心的就是钱公子。
傅青阳是一个不会妥协人，不和敌人妥协，更不和自己妥协，如果在死亡和逃避之间选一个的话，他会毫不犹豫的把剑斩向敌人。
就像他当年追着家族里，同龄人砍，一把木剑丢向出面干预要求严惩的族老问他们是不是想死。
钱公子的人生不存在心理阴影，因为所有的阴影都被他斩尽杀绝了。
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, Xiahou 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.