Chapter 447: Fantasy Nightmare
Chapter 447 Illusion·Nightmare
"Zhu Qi is a good disciple!"
Chen Xin looked over in surprise.
In the newly built training ground of the sect, Zhu Jiu, Zhu Shi, and Zhu Shiyi stood in a row.
They have learned the cause of Zhu Qi's death. Zhu Qi died under Han Tao's sword, but they don't understand the specific reason, and it is impossible for him to resist Han Tao with his own strength.
"Why?"
Zhu Jiu asked weakly.
"He chose to die himself!"
Han Tao took a deep breath.
The soul guide turned, and a blood-stained sword blade was inserted directly into the high platform of the sect training ground.
Under the illusion·mirror, Zhu Qi's emotions, thoughts, and memories were displayed without reservation, but his thoughts were completely opposite to his expression.
"Zhu Qi did not betray me. He actually understood. He always understood."
In the illusion, Han Tao quietly wiped away the tears.
Bury the sadness in the heart.
"Zhu Qi knows that if I am threatened by Tang San this time, there will be a next time, and the next time after that."
"Tang San will use the lives of Old Jack, Principal Su, Xiao Chenyu or others to threaten me to surrender."
"He doesn't want me to be threatened, and at the same time, he also wants to save you."
Zhu Qi actually has no choice.
Death, and death at the hands of the most respected master.
"I have shown my recklessness for the villagers, and I have also shown my ruthlessness, because only in this way can I let Tang San know that I will not be threatened by anything."
Chen Xin murmured to himself: "So that's it!"
"With Zhu Qi's death, Tang San's bargaining chips will no longer have any meaning."
"Is he wishful thinking that Tang San can let his villagers go after his death?"
Han Tao laughed sadly: "Yes, he is so naive."
"Being so young, he underestimated the devil."
The pink and white Xiao Wu is as beautiful as a flower.
But she couldn't look directly at Han Tao's eyes at this moment. Was it hatred, use, or something else?
The blood-stained sword was very far away from her, but at some moments, it felt as if it was close at hand.
"Zhu Jiu, Zhu Shi, Zhu Shiyi."
"This is Tang San's Xuantian Gong. Now I will give it to you."
The soul guide turned, and Han Tao's fingers twisted and took out:
A golden-textured page.
Three thousand-year-old blue silver grass soul bones.
"What does this mean?"
Zhu Shiyi stared blankly, and moved his lips weakly.
"Zhu Qi is dead. I hope someone can inherit his will and move forward."
Han Tao's tone was calm, and his emotions could not be read.
Ning Rongrong gently pulled his hand and stroked it over and over again, as if she wanted to ease the sadness that had been immersed for a long time.
Zhu Jiu, pulled the two brothers to kneel down and pay homage to their master.
The tone was urgent and respectful: "Han Tao, we are willing to worship you as our master!"
Han Tao turned around and ignored it.
"Give up, I won't accept you as my apprentice."
"It's impossible to ask you to absorb Guzhu's soul ring like Zhu Qi did. This is the goodwill left by the relationship between him and me as a master and apprentice."
Ye Lingling took the items from Han Tao's hand.
Handed over the thousand-year-old blue silver soul bone and Xuantian Gong.
The tone was gentle: "Zhu Jiu, you don't have soul power now, so even if you get Xuantian Gong, you can't practice it. You need soul bones as the initial soul power to start."
"Hundred-year-old Guzhu, this kind of rare soul bone, don't think about it for the time being, it's rare for people with great luck."
Chen Xin was silent.
After a short period of theoretical study, he has understood the terrifying value of Guzhu soul bone, and it can even be said that Guzhu martial soul is the chosen one!
"Next, it's you!"
Han Tao turned to Xiao Wu with a dim look.
The slender ancient sword stood horizontally in front of his chest, and with the terrifying power of the demigod body, it disturbed the ever-changing airflow under the world.
"Blood debt can only be paid with blood!"
"Let the sword tip be stained with blood again!"
——Crack!
——Click!
The sword tip rotated with the body, and in a sudden moment, cut off Xiao Wu's head.
On the bright body, the bright red soul ring was blended, and the soul bone condensed into nothingness was gradually taking shape.
Han Tao did not hesitate to kill Xiao Wu, but hesitated when harvesting the spoils.
"What kind of soul bone should I choose?"
"Rabbit legs are agile, it seems that leg bones are more effective? That's it, it's all the same!"
With the guidance of the will, the energy containing the power of nothingness was woven into the structure of the left leg bone.
[Soft Bone Charm Rabbit: Void Skull]
"Now, start absorbing!"
Han Tao sat cross-legged.
Just as he was about to receive the energy of the soul bone, the changes that followed caught everyone off guard.
Hearing the news, he stood up and scanned the surroundings.
"What's going on?"
The vast purple demon pupil, the master's eye of the divine product, is a detailed breakdown beyond imagination.
The mist that had been concealed for a long time dissipated, allowing Han Tao to witness the truth under the illusion.
"Yes!"
"Long time no see, Qinglian Huanxin Lotus?"
She is a famous fairy grass for her illusion.
Under Han Tao's illusion mirror skull, her innate talent seems to be slightly inferior.
"But it's not much worse!"
Rongrong chuckled a little, then asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"
"And Xiaowu is dead, even if you are her friend, you are too late."
Among the three people from Zhujie Village, Zhu Shiyi was silent, and Han Tao didn't look at him seriously. He was disguised by Huan Xin Ou.
She rolled her eyes: "Han Tao, you don't think that the villagers of Zhujie Village can escape Tang San's pursuit with their strength, right?"
"If it weren't for my help, would the two of them be able to come here alive?"
Han Tao nodded and asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
"I want her skull!" Huan Xin Ou told the truth.
Han Tao snorted.
You have been friends with Xiao Wu for so many years, but you are trying to get her soul bone. Why don't you take action?
Are you afraid of luck? Or are you concerned about morality?
"Wait for me to kill Xiao Wu, wait for me to be backfired by luck, and then you jump out to get the soul bone?"
"Are you thinking too beautifully?"
Besides, she has no self-knowledge.
Perhaps she has been in the Xingdou Great Forest for too long, and her information about Han Tao is still stuck in many years ago. She thinks that Han Tao can be played with by her at will, but she doesn't know that the overall situation has reversed at this moment.
"Illusion·Mirror Image!"
The reflection of the world cuts the sky and the ground into fragments of space.
Gravity reverses, the river flows backwards, and the clouds turn upside down.
Soul power gushes up and falls down in disillusionment.
"What?"
"How is this possible?"
Huanxinou was surprised.
However, she is not made of dough. She controls the power of the illusion of essence and guides the nightmare engraved in the depths of her soul to blend with the illusion.
To counter, the reflection of the world in illusion·mirror image.
[Illusion·Nightmare]
"Is this the illusion power of Qinglian Huanxinou?"
"Nightmare is also a puzzle of illusion?"
Han Tao raised his head in surprise.
Suddenly he remembered that Shi Nian's martial soul happened to be nightmare. In addition to Shi Nian, the left leg bone of the soft bone rabbit of the Wuhun Hall Pope Bibi Dong also has the soul skill of nightmare.
"No wonder a low-level soul beast like soft bone rabbit can also break through to 100,000 years."
Nothingness, nightmare, are not simple.
Taking a break from his concentration, he took out a white quill pen and wrote the ink-stained words on the paper.
[Emotions are the manifestation of the illusion of the mind, and nightmares are the deepening of the illusion of the mind]
[Emotions and nightmares are the direction of the illusion of the mind]
[And my illusionary space is the direction of the illusion of space, and the mirror image is a replica of the illusionary material based on reality]
"Can the two be compatible?"
Han Tao turned his head and asked.
Ning Rongrong shook her head, and Ye Lingling also shook her head. The two of them understood the illusion far less than Han Tao.
And the doubts that followed surged in his heart again.
"Then, what is the meaning of nothingness?"
