Miao Congshu: "What's going on?"

Yu Fuli: "The fragments of the horoscope are at the bottom of the river."

"..." Miao Congshu suddenly realized: "So you were missing for a day and were wet all over last night, so you went to the bottom of the river to find fragments of the horoscope? How do you know that fragments of the horoscope are at the bottom of the river?"

Yu Fuli: "The legend of the immortals in the capital is that an immortal slashed the river with one sword. In the past two days, your and my traces have been near this river."

Miao Congshu thought about it carefully and it was indeed the case.

Whether it is the Quanyang Banquet at Xianlinfu Restaurant or Lu Sangtu's mansion, or even Ying Fanghu kidnapped him and hid in the south of the city, they were basically built by the river. All of them basically surrounded this river, never leaving its territory, and were led to keep approaching.

“How do you get it now?”

"Zhan Jiang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Fuli fell into the river with Miao Chengshu in his arms, as if two stones were thrown into the center of the river, causing only faint ripples. Ying Fanghu then fell straight into the river. After Deng Qizhi and Lu Sangtu fell into the river, they also restored their real memories under the influence of the fragments of the horoscope.

Miao Congshu and Yu Fuli fell to the bottom of the river and saw a dazzling golden light at the bottom. He closed his eyes and opened it after getting used to the golden light. He saw an irregular gold foil as big as a palm floating three inches of the bottom of the water.

After getting closer, I found that the gold foil was actually transparent, with a flowing surface, as if the life tracks of millions of living beings were engraved on it.

After only taking a look, Miao Congshu had a headache.

Yu Fuli's palm covered Miao Congshu's eyes, and a few strands of divine power at his fingertips poured into his temples to relieve his pain.

"Don't look, you can't stand it."

Miao Congshu responded and stood still.

Yu Fuli let go of him, put the fragments of the horoscope in his palm, and raised his eyes to look at the three people who were coming quickly. His eyebrows and eyes turned over, and his palms turned over and then he put the fragments of the horoscope in the bottom of his sleeve.

A water sword condensed in his left hand, drained the spiritual energy of the Lingxu illusion realm, and then slashed horizontally at the three people opposite with a sword, directly using the sword as a knife.

The water sword slashed horizontally, rolling up a huge whirlpool, and dividing the river surface into two. First, from the bottom of the river to the surface of the river, a ravine of a hundred meters deep was exposed. Moreover, the sword force did not stop and rushed straight to the nine heavenly clouds. The thick cloud layer was like fermented dough and was split into a deep ditch.

In an instant, the clouds turned black, the sky changed color, and the naked eye compressed downwards, while the water surface rotated, and the vortex at the bottom of the water became larger and larger, constantly extracting the spiritual energy from the illusion.

All the people and things in the illusion instantly stagnated and dissipated, flying like dust, turning into spiritual energy and swept into the vortex of the water surface.

..

"cough!"

Miao Congshu spit out a sip of water, patted his chest, and looked up and saw another strange attraction around him.

The surroundings were as if they were in the clouds. He turned around and saw Yu Fuli being about ten steps away from him. Miao Congshu walked over and saw Yu Fuli collecting his sword. The sword body was falling with blood. Subconsciously, he looked in the direction pointed by the sword and caught a glimpse of a figure with a corpse falling.

That scary face was a little familiar, as if it was called... Gao Yangxiu?

Miao Congshu remembered that this person was met on the island of Lake and he didn't meet him in the illusion, but he didn't expect to meet him as soon as he came out, which was unlucky enough.

"Lao Yu, what is this place?"

Yu Fuli glanced at him, "Sky City."

Miao Congshu: Wow. It sounds like a fun place.

Yu Fuli said in a gentle tone: "Come here, Miaomiao. I'll tell you something very interesting."

Miao Congshu shrank his shoulders and suddenly felt a little cold on his back. But probably because the comfortable life in the illusion relaxed his vigilance, so he foolishly leaned over and asked, "How interesting?"

You see, his focus is on interesting rather than the event itself.

Yu Fuli thought, gazing at the curious Miao Congshu gently, as if he was looking at the pure white little sheep.

"Miaomiao, do you know whose obsession in Lingxu illusion is?"

Miao Congshu: "Isn't it from Ying Fanghu?"

It looked like he had an obsession.

Except for him, no one can make a messy Shura field.

Yu Fuli: "Then do you know what Ying Fanghu's obsession is?"

Miao Congshu: "Knitted Clothes?" or the green and natural type.

Yu Fuli: "His obsession is you." He laughed, gentle as a pool of warm water that was so comfortable that it could boil the pig to death. "Ying Fanghu wants to know who you are thinking about, who you love, and who you will choose in the end."

Miao Congshu didn't realize the key point: "My choice is always you, and I guess he should know the answer now."

Yu Fuli couldn't help laughing.

Miao Congshu's back felt numb, and he felt that Yu Fuli's smile was quite gloomy.

It's so strange, it looks very gentle.

Yu Fuli pinched Miao Congshu's back and pushed him up, bent down with his back and said word by word: "No. His obsession is you, so Lingxu Illusion chooses to use you as a projection and explore your heart in depth."

"Miaomiao, that's your illusion."

"It turns out that in Miaomiao's illusion, he stepped on four boats with one foot."

"Miaomiao is really good at playing."

“Isn’t it exciting?”

"It's convenient to tell me what you think now?"

"I wonder how exciting you are?"
Chapter completed!