Chapter Seventy-Three: Illusory Realm

  Lu Dawei finally got off the bus, and as he was about to leave, he picked up a bag of things from the trunk. This bag was full of black, shiny, round objects.

  Take a closer look, these guys are actually landmines.

  This time, in order to be able to kill Xuan Qi, he made very sufficient preparations, mobilizing some connections and buying some hard currency. The most lethal among them was this bag of hand grenades.

  These hand grenades, if thrown in one place, are enough to blast a ten-meter radius into a big pit.

  In order to kill Xuan Qi, Lu Da Wei had truly gone mad. He took out heavy-duty weapons that would attract police attention without any consideration.

  From this we can see how determined he is.

  As Lu Da Wei walked towards the direction of the Xuan Qi family, the battle inside the Xuan house was still raging on. The situation was extremely intense.

  Just as Xuan Qi thought he could leave the Twelve Heaven's Great Array, Xuan Wuji suddenly intervened and slowly turned the situation around.

  Xuan Qi had already walked up to the entrance of the Life Gate and was about to leave directly. However, at this moment, he felt a strong sense of crisis that made him stop in his tracks.

  At this time, Xuan Wuji outside the door had already taken out a magical instrument and was preparing to deal with Xuan Qi.

  In Xuan Wuji's hand was a small white skull, on which a faint red glow was rising. If one looked closely with the technique of perceiving aura, they could see that it emitted thick and heavy killing energy.

  Above, there are many vengeful spirits. These vengeful spirits were not created by Xuan Wu's refining, but are fierce old ghosts with a history of several hundred years.

  This artifact was passed down by the ancestor of a side branch of the Xuan family, and it contains many fierce ghosts. Each of these fierce ghosts is extremely formidable.

  Even a highly skilled Xuan Master may not be their match.

  However, under these circumstances, Xuan Wuji did not directly release the fierce ghosts, but instead placed them at the entrance of the Life Gate, waiting for Xuan Qi to deliver them.

  As soon as Xuán Qí walks into the range of these guys, he will be immediately devoured by these fierce ghosts and become a pile of white bones.

  Only Xuan Qi had a strong sixth sense and understood that the situation was not right, so he refused to take another step forward. This way, Xuan Wuji's trap did not work.

  Although Xuan Qi didn't advance, it didn't mean that Xuan Wuji couldn't find a way to capture him. At this time, he directly took out several jars and threw them into the formation.

  "What is it?"

  Seeing his own grandfather constantly throwing away some miscellaneous things, Xuan Shenji asked with some doubt.

  Xuan Wuji said: "They are all things passed down from our ancestors, these things are not very auspicious, can be said to be quite evil. So, you stay away from me a bit, don't keep looking."

  "What the ancestors left behind?" Upon hearing Xuan Wuji's words, Xuan Shenji was somewhat curious but still kept a distance from Xuan Wuji.

  However, at this time, he was still secretly peeking at how Xuan Wuji released those messy things.

  Xuan Shen Ji saw that Xuan Wu Jin took out some disorganized white bony objects from the bag. These things, some were pitch black, while others had a faint green glow.

  From their appearance, these things are extremely cold and seem to carry a different kind of aura. This aura makes the Xuan Shen Ji feel a sense of discomfort.

  At this time, the mysterious machine couldn't help but think of a grandmaster's words. At that time, he wanted to make that grandmaster his teacher and learn some skills from him, but no matter how hard he begged, the other party refused to agree.

  Xuan Shen Ji was young and vigorous at the time, asking the great master if he was afraid that he would learn his skills and surpass him. At that time, he called himself a true disciple of the Xuan Men sect, a descendant of a famous family.

  At that time, the great master named White Dragon King said: "I don't have the ability to accept you as a disciple of the Xuan family. If it's the orthodox direct line of the Xuan Gate who wants to take me as their master, I, White Dragon King, don't have the guts or the ability to accept them as disciples. And if it's a collateral branch of the Xuan family who wants to take me as their master, I still dare not accept. Because I don't want to get entangled with the demonic path."

  That year, the White Dragon King's words made Xuanshen Machine very angry. He didn't understand why the other party would say such things. Now he understood, it seemed that his grandfather might have some connection with the demonic path after all.

  Xuān Shén Jī is very intelligent and has a photographic memory, remembering everything he sees clearly. He has even studied some online information about magic spells and the like.

  It's like his grandfather's move of releasing the terrifying white bones, which obviously comes from the Demon Sect.

  Under these circumstances, Xuan Qi's days were not going well. At this time, he had just hesitated for a moment and saw countless poisonous smoke and demons rushing towards his position.

  Lao Ding saw this scene and was startled: "How can the demonic energy be so heavy? We haven't arrived at the Demon-Slaying Battlefield, how can it be so chaotic?"

  At this moment, Xuan Qi was counter-attacked by the demonic energy, and he became dizzy and confused. At this time, he felt as if he was in a dark hell, surrounded by terrifying scenes everywhere.

  "This is an illusion! This is an illusion!"

  Xuan Qi realized that everything in front of him was probably not real. However, countless terrifying creatures appeared before him. Many of these creatures were unimaginable and beyond his imagination.

  Not even on TV or in his imagination had Xuan Qi ever seen so many monsters and beasts. These beasts were ferocious and ugly, each one viciously charging towards him.

  Everything looks so real.

  Xuan Qi couldn't be certain whether what he saw was real or just a dream. However, when he hesitated, a strange beast had already bitten down on his arm with great ferocity.

  Xuan Qi let out a loud cry, feeling as if his arm was going to be torn apart. He struggled with all his might and pulled back his arm, only to discover that a piece of flesh had been bitten off.

  "Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

  In front of him, a monster with the appearance of a hedgehog was fiercely gnawing at the piece of flesh that had been bitten off from his arm. On top of it, blood was still dripping.

  "It really hurts!"

  Xuan Qi covered his arm, the pain almost made him faint. Only then did he realize that this illusion in front of him was likely to be real. Even if it wasn't completely real, it was still connected to his nociceptors.

  If he were bitten by such beasts a few more times, he would definitely die of pain.

  At this time, Lao Ding was very anxious, but he couldn't practice with Xuan Qi. At this moment, he anxiously looked at the silly Xuan Qi and said: "Damn it, how did he enter the Tianmo battlefield? This kind of illusion scene seems to be a bit too difficult for him. If it goes on like this, his life may not be guaranteed!"

  The Demon Battlefield is a space where the ancient demon gods exist, with countless ferocious beasts, demon gods and evil spirits inside. Once you enter it, you may get lost forever and never come back.

  The Xuan Qi in front of him was suddenly pulled into it and encountered such a dangerous situation.

  The old man didn't know that under such circumstances, Xuan Qi not only didn't appear flustered, but instead appeared extremely fierce and brutal, constantly fighting.

  "Kill, kill, kill!"

  At this time, Xuan Qi was holding a bone spear, constantly killing and fighting. At this time, his consciousness in his mind had become blurred. The only thing he wanted to do now was fight, fight, fight!

  For Xuan Qi, this love for battle was innate. Even in the realm of fantasy, he would always be drenched in sweat and blood, only wanting to engage in a fierce and thrilling fight.

  This battle allowed the anger in his heart to be constantly released. At this time, he didn't feel uncomfortable on this battlefield, but instead enjoyed it very much.

  After going through this state of being like a madman twice, Xuan Qi did not feel that he was out of control or that his mind was unclear in this illusion.

  On the contrary, he felt his mind clearer than ever.

  Xuan Qi seemed to feel that he could gradually control the situation and enter a state of frenzy. During battle, Xuan Qi felt his body becoming harder.

  This feeling is even more pronounced during battles. The original "Turtle Dragon Transformation" technique, in Xuan Qi's mind, slowly became clear.

  Soon, all these monsters were driven away by Xuan Qi. At this time, he sat on the ground, feeling a strange sensation coming from inside his body.

  A voice echoed in Xuán Qí's mind over and over again.

  Laozi has been singing "The Song of Fishing in the Misty Waves" continuously inside the cave of Mount Yunbo, and it keeps entering Xuan Qi's ears.

  "The subtlety of yin and yang's harmony and opposition is profound and boundless, two extremes return to the hometown of the nineteen palaces. If one can thoroughly understand the principle of yin and yang, heaven and earth will be in the palm of one's hand..."

  "...Xuanyuan Huangdi fought Chiyou, and the battle at Zhuolu lasted for years without rest. One night, he dreamed that a heavenly spirit bestowed upon him a magical formula; he ascended to the altar, made offerings, and reverently practiced..."

  "...the divine dragon bears the diagram out of the Luo River, the colorful phoenix holds the book in the emerald cloud, because of the order of the wind, it transforms into text, and the mysterious gate of Qian begins from this..."

  "...one thousand eight hundred moves at that time, Tai Gong reduced it to seventy-two. By the Han Dynasty Zhang Zifang, eighteen moves were considered a fine art..."

  In this ethereal singing voice, Xuan Qi felt that his understanding of the Qimen was constantly strengthening. Originally, this very complex Twelve Heaven Great Array, in his eyes, no longer had any secrets.

  Just as Xuan Qi was enjoying this transcendent feeling, he heard the rumbling sound of explosions and the dense sound of gunfire coming from outside.

  Among these sounds, the crying and shouting of the mysterious machine was the loudest.

  At this time, only the Xuan Shen Ji Dao was heard: "Grandfather, what's wrong with you? How did you get shot? Damn it, come on, hurry up and protect Grandfather."

  As he spoke, a voice said: "You little boy, are you Xuan Qi? You dare to beat my son into a vegetative state, you have guts! Next year's today will be your unlucky day!"

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