Chapter 2815 Demon Cultivator’s Illusion, Breaking the Situation

And it seemed to confirm his guess.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the magic weapon of the scarf in front of the demon cultivator shook, and waves of powerful energy dissipated the world with the ups and downs.

Su Twelve's face sank. How could he not know that the other party had just deliberately created an illusion to make him misjudge.

With the power of the move of scorching sun shining on the snow, if he continued to move forward, even if he could not seriously injure the other party, it would not be a problem to break the other party's defensive magic weapon.

Unfortunately, he made a wrong decision because of the strange characteristics of the opponent's magic weapon and the subtle movements of the demon cultivator, and dispersed the magic power on his own.

But things have already happened.

It is normal to mislead and calculate the opponent when facing the enemy in battle!

When Su Twelve fought with others, he also used various means to make the opponent misjudge and fall into his own calculations.

At this moment, the demon cultivator in front of him was obviously more cunning and more skilled, and it was normal for him to calculate himself.

He did not dwell too much on this point.

Su Twelve held his breath and concentrated his energy, without any panic on his face.

His mind turned secretly, and he quickly thought about the next countermeasure.

In terms of cultivation realm and strength, he was not as good as the demon cultivator in front of him.

This move did not have much impact on the demon cultivator, but instead consumed a lot of his own true energy.

The situation in the future will be even more unfavorable to him!

"Hehe... Daoyou is really able to keep calm. Even in this situation, he can still remain calm."

"No wonder your strength is so good, just this kind of mental cultivation is really not bad!"

"It's a pity that Daoyou's strength is not as good as mine. This move failed, and it was such a powerful move. Now, how much power do you have left in your body?"

"Forty percent? Fifty percent? Or sixty percent?"

A silver bell-like laugh sounded, and the demon cultivator smiled like a flower, as if he had no bones, gently twisting his waist. With the blessing of the charm, every move, every frown and smile, like a fairy descending to the earth, beautiful beyond words.

As she spoke, she stared at Su Twelve, paying attention to the changes in Su Twelve's expression.

From the power of the sword move just now, plus the amazing power consumption of the Ancient God Ruins.

In her opinion, the person in front of her would consume at least 50% to 60% of his power to perform such sword moves and spells.

But it is impossible to rely entirely on guesswork when facing the enemy in battle.

She said this with the intention of continuing to influence the person in front of her with her charm, and at the same time, based on Su Twelve's reaction, further judge the other party's true situation at the moment.

In terms of cultivation realm and strength, she believes that she has an absolute advantage.

But the person in front of her is full of blood and Yuanyang, which makes her heart beat.

If she can absorb these powers, it will be like a rare big tonic pill that improves her cultivation and replenishes her power.

On the contrary, if she only defeats and kills the opponent, there will be no such effect.

Moreover, the use of the charm secret method consumes very limited demon essence.

If she forces a move, she will also have to consume a lot of power due to the weirdness of the Ancient God Ruins.

Before the two Spirit Severing cultivators came over, she and her companions had already consumed a lot of power to help the Great Demon of the Combination Stage to target the Taoist Mo Huaikong.

If she further consumed more power and could not recover in time, she would inevitably fall into danger if she encountered other situations.

As fellow demon cultivators, they called each other brothers and sisters.

But if there was real danger, she didn't dare to think whether other companions would really help, let alone pin her hopes on her companions.

Although she didn't say it, she actually had her own calculations in her heart from beginning to end.

"What does it matter how much power is left? It's more than enough to delay you for a while!"

Su Twelve snorted, his expression was calm.

But when he spoke, his body shook slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, showing a little sign of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

As soon as the words fell, two blank looks flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that he was pretending to be calm, but was affected by the demon cultivator's charm, revealing some of the actual situation.

This series of subtle changes was extremely rapid.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he would not be able to detect the clues at all.

But the demon cultivator had been trying to test Su Twelve from the beginning, and had been carefully paying attention to the subtle changes in Su Twelve's expression.

Noticing this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Since Daoyou intends to delay time, and go to Wushan with me to have sex, can't you delay it for a longer time without taking any risks!"

The demon cultivator's smile became brighter and brighter.

The weak and boneless arm waved gently, and the abundant demon essence immediately turned into a ball of red mist and rushed straight to Su Twelve's door.

Under the red mist, the scene in front of Su Twelve changed again, and the sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers, and noisy voices rang in his ears.

Just now, it was still a scene of the wedding night, but this time, the illusion turned into a scene of welcoming the bride.

Under the illusion, Su Twelve stood there in a daze, with a tangled look in his eyes.

It looked like he was struggling and tangled between illusion and reality.

In the illusion, the big red sedan chair was getting closer and closer to Su Twelve.

The sedan chair swayed, and through the red curtain, a charming figure sitting inside could be seen.

In front of the sedan chair, a fat woman with a matchmaker's mole on her face twisted her fat body with a bright smile on her face, as if she was happy about the good thing that was about to be completed.

But just as the big red sedan chair approached, the entanglement in Su Twelve's eyes suddenly dissipated.

Instead, it was replaced by a sharp gaze.

The illusion in front of him remained, Su Twelve's eyes were cold, and Zixia Jingtao fell from the sky here.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the sword light brought a strong wind, blowing the illusion, one figure after another, one building after another, whimpering with the wind.

In a blink of an eye, the wind passed.

Zixia Jingtao followed the wind and headed straight for the big red sedan chair, but just as she was about to rush into the sedan chair, the flying sword suddenly turned.

The sword flashed, and with lightning speed, it passed through the neck of the exaggerated and ugly matchmaker in front of the sedan chair.

"Puff!"

The scene in front of him was clearly an illusion of secret magic, but when the matchmaker was hit by the flying sword, there was a sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and blood.

A handful of bright red blood splashed in the air at the neck of the matchmaker.

Before the blood fell to the ground, the demon mist rose in the field.

All illusions, once again, disappeared in an instant like a broken mirror.

The illusion disappeared, and the demon cultivator stood twenty feet away from Su Shi, covering his neck with his hand, with a slightly ugly expression on his face.

Under the white hand with soft skin, a bright red blood mark could be faintly seen on the neck.

"You... actually saw through my illusion?"

"You use the same method again and again, do you really think that the hermit can do nothing to you?"

Su Shier snorted, and his indifferent voice sounded.

Whether he was in a trance or appeared strong on the outside but weak on the inside, it was just a layout that he made after being calculated by the demon cultivator in front of him.

Although he didn't know the origin of this demon technique, he had rich combat experience.

With the blessing of a body of secret techniques, his consciousness, soul power, and even his own skills were far beyond those of the cultivators at the same level.

When he broke through the illusion of the wedding night, he had already vaguely realized that the illusion was a combination of reality and illusion.