This sutra is very effective. It is used to deal with magic techniques that are both real and unreal, and between dreams and reality. It is extremely targeted.
In fact, he could have broken through by relying on the imperial veins on his own skull, but he wanted to give someone a taste of his own medicine.
Wang Xuan remained calm and dispersed the strange spiritual substances that interfered with his spiritual eyes. Although he stood in the same place, he seemed to be detached, and his spirit was climbing. He saw Lin Mengdao, who dissolved and turned into dream substances, scattered throughout the space.
However, Lin Mengdao's soul did not lose himself. He was visualizing that the abnormal scenes just now were actually conveyed by him to Wang Xuan. He wanted to slowly pull him into illusion and dream, and finally cause his mental collapse.
Wang Xuan is the only one who believes in himself and the truth. He stands out and his spirit is at a higher level. He deceives Lin Mengdao and looks down at him. He observes from outside his dream and uses his spirit to counterattack this man.
In this way, the two of them quickly created various real dreams and visualized various strange scenes, but Wang Xuan was detached and high above, as if looking down from another dimension.
Originally, Wang Xuan was supposed to be trapped, but everything turned out the other way around.
All of this was accomplished in a very short period of time, but in the void, in the dream war, it seemed as if decades or even hundreds of years had passed.
"Ah..." Finally, Lin Mengdao collapsed.
He kept visualizing and generating dreams, pulling Sun Wukong into the Great Dream Arena, but the result was that he himself fell into unsolvable scenes again and again, standing in darkness and sleeping in nightmares. This caused him great distress, and his soul was being divided and weakened.
He was also wondering, could it be that he didn't pull the other person into the Great Dream Dojo, but was the one who fell into the dream instead? The more anxious he was, the harder he struggled, and the deeper he fell into it.
"Life is just a big dream, it is so terrible." Wang Xuan's spirit stood outside the dream, looking down at all this, secretly marveling.
Lin Mengdao's decomposed body returned, and the dream matter returned to its source, reconstructing his body and reappearing, but his mind was confused for a while and he was not awake.
Wang Xuan walked over with an iron rod in his hand. Are you going to beat him to death? He sighed softly. It seemed that there was no big grudge, so he would just educate him and let him go.
The mobile phone wonder suddenly spoke: "You don't have to sympathize with this person. He carries blood and darkness and has committed many sins. You can control his mind and see his real past experiences in the form of dreams."
Soon Wang Xuan saw his past. In the early years, Lin Mengdao's character was not bad. Until he found that there was a Taoist medicine that was about to mature in the declining master's sect, he was excited and his heart trembled. He actually killed his master, killed his master's two children, and killed other junior brothers and sisters.
This declining small sect raised a great medicinal herb that fell from outer space. The sect was very small with only a dozen people. All of them were originally relatives of Lin Mengdao, but in the end, they all died at his hands.
"The elixir of Dream Taoism!" Wang Xuan exclaimed. After the heavenly medicine is the real medicine, and after the real medicine is the Taoist medicine. The rare Taoist medicine is of great use to extraordinary people.
Everything Lin Mengdao had learned was related to the Mengdao medicine. For the sake of the medicine, he did not hesitate to slaughter his fallen master's sect.
Wang Xuan was about to beat him to death with a stick, but he thought better of it and stopped. After a while, he used the mental illness method, the mental coffin method, and the magic fetus method to control his mind, give him various psychological hints, create multiple memories, illusions, and dreams for him, and constantly exert influence on him.
Finally, Wang Xuan finished his task and left.
After a while, Lin Mengdao "woke up" and felt a splitting headache. He shook his head vigorously and tried to recall. Soon, various "fragments" emerged. He said to himself: "I lost to Sun Wukong and escaped with difficulty. It's really shameful that I was no match for him!"
He was a little depressed, but he immediately contacted Ling Qingxuan using the extraordinary communicator, asking people to come over and hunt down the enemy.
From the depths of the starry sky, several figures came at high speed. Ling Qingxuan arrived and saw Lin Mengdao holding a pitch-black spear, looking listless. She did not blame him, but comforted him: "This man is cunning. Even if you lose to him carelessly, it is nothing. Let's continue to chase him together."
She turned around and was about to follow the trail.
Silently, Lin Mengdao raised the pitch-black spear and smashed it towards the back of Ling Qingxuan's head. It was so fast and fierce that it was too sudden.
“You’re crazy!”
"What are you doing?"
The people following Ling Qingxuan saw it first and were shocked and couldn't believe it, and then quickly stopped it.
Someone punched Lin Mengdao, someone else raised a flying sword and chopped off his head, but he ignored them all, looking as if he was ready to die and didn't care.
Lin Mengdao only had Ling Qingxuan in his eyes, and his soul shouted, "Take this stick from me, Old Sun!"
"I #!" The others immediately understood that Lin Mengdao had fallen into the trap. His mind was controlled by that Sun Wukong and his spiritual dreams were invaded.
Ling Qingxuan naturally felt the crisis. She really didn't expect that the people around her would turn against her and attack her so viciously and fatally. It was simply impossible to guard against.
However, she was a person of unfathomable power, and the imperial runes on her body rose up immediately. She couldn't hide, and the defensive treasures such as the golden hairpin and the necklace on her head were all destroyed by Sun Wukong. Now she had no choice but to endure it, using her spirit to intervene in the world and the imperial runes to protect her.
winter!
With a loud bang, the pitch-black iron spear hit Ling Qingxuan's head. The pain made her eyes go black, her black hair broke, and her skull cracked again!
Of course, this time it was not that serious, with only three cracks appearing. After all, Lin Mengdao was controlled, and the swinging of the iron spear was not so perfect, and his strength was mainly reflected in his spiritual dream.
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