National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

Xie Mei Wuxin's eyes were indifferent and he moved his gaze to Su Fan.

Su Fan's heart tightened for no reason. He felt that the aura of the monk opposite him seemed to have changed.

The previous kindness and kindness no longer existed in his eyes, but instead, traces of evil energy shot out, seizing the soul.

"Is this the Su Fan that the bald donkey has been thinking about so much?" Xie Meiwuxin said disdainfully, "Humph, it's really unpleasant. He talks so much."

"Go away, don't get so close to me!" Xie Mei said with disgust to Su Fan, who was getting closer and closer.

"Hey, hey, hey, why did you suddenly go crazy? Are you sick?" Su Fan curiously put his hand on Monk Wuxin's forehead, trying to see if the fever had burned out his brain.

Monk Wuxin took two steps back timidly, then looked around with a cold face, unintentionally looking around.

At this moment, his face showed a little excitement.

"Hahahaha, it really has to be experienced firsthand to be exciting. It's boring, boring, so boring. I spend the whole day facing a bunch of bald donkeys and reading obscure ancient books."

He raised the corners of his mouth, spread his hands, and looked extremely crazy, "Where are the Yin soldiers and Yin generals? Where is the arrogant Holy Son? Oh, by the way..."

Monk Wu Xin paused for a moment, then stepped on a piece of dark black iron that was spattered by the battle, "There is also the Ghost King who created the illusion!!"

Ghost King?

Su Fan was stunned again when he heard what Wu Xin said, whose temperament changed drastically.

Creating an illusion?

Su Fan covered his chin. It seemed that everything around him was indeed built based on Monk Wuxin's memory, but...

I didn’t expect that the being behind this was really the King of Ghosts!

Even if it is, it must be special. Maybe he is just good at creating illusions, and his real combat power must not be as good as that of a powerful one.

Su Fan was quite casual at the moment. After all, Monk Wuxin, who knew the inside story, didn't panic too much.

Even if Monk Wuxin's temperament has changed at this time, his strength is unlikely to be comparable to that of the mighty, so there is nothing to worry about.

"This trial is really good. Practitioners and all kinds of interesting things are everywhere like reptiles." Monk Wuxin waved his hand forward. "It's so fun, you can go on a killing spree!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Su Fanxu looked at the Wuxin monk who was laughing wildly, "Okay, okay, it's time to calm down this crazy thing like you. Let's go and continue exploring."

Monk Wuxin glanced at Su Fan lightly and said coldly, "Follow me!"

Su Fan was about to step forward and follow him, but suddenly he felt someone pulling his clothes from behind.

"Hey, master." Xiao Huo came over mysteriously, his fair face full of suspicion. "This smelly monk just said such horrible words."

He made a long sound like a small fire, standing on tiptoes and raising his hands above his head to measure how terrifying it was.

"I threatened to kill everyone, Master, didn't you say anything?" Xiaohuo blinked twice.

"Yeah, in my opinion, it's better to separate from this kid." Tun Tian was also making suggestions.

"What do you need to express?" Su Fan scratched his head in confusion.

"Why are you still standing there?" Monk Wuxin, who had walked some distance ahead, turned around and shouted coldly.

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming." Su Fan waved his hand and followed lazily, leaving only Xiao Huo and Tun Tian staring at each other.

"Um...brother, what's going on?" Tuntian felt confused. When encountering such a crazy critic, normal people would try to stay away from him.

"It's over, it's over." Xiao Huo trembled, as if remembering some bad memory, "Two lunatics met."

She took three steps at a time to catch up with the two figures in front of her, and muttered: "The trial is going to be chaotic, and these two lunatics will not give up until they turn the God Refining Tower upside down. "

…

Somewhere in the mausoleum.

The Huntian Xiaopeng King's eyes were cold, and his horrifying murderous aura was just as real as it was, and he cut open the Yin soldiers around him one by one.

"My patience is limited. In ten minutes, if there are still these scum-like Yin soldiers and generals around, then I will smash them together with this tomb!!"

After he finished speaking, he used Tianpeng's extreme speed and continued to explore deeper into the tomb.

In a palace in the mausoleum.

"Hey, damn it, why am I walking around like I'm going in circles." Lei Qianlie looked at the familiar scenes around him and covered his head in depression.

"It's so annoying." Lei Qianlie rubbed his messy hair, "It would be great if those annoying people were here. I don't have to think and follow them."

…

"Master Wuxin, what do you know?" Su Fan scratched his head.

Monk Wuxin stopped suddenly. He turned around and looked at Su Fan indifferently, "Shut up, you just need to remember, just follow me!"

The above are his true inner thoughts.

In reality, Monk Wuxin suppressed his inner irritability and explained in a low voice: "It is a special kind of ghost king called the 'Crying Soul Beast'."

"Soul Crying Beast?" Su Fan felt as if he had heard of this name somewhere. It was very similar to Han Laohei's spirit beast in someone's Immortal Cultivation Biography that he had read before traveling through time.

"This beast looks like a monkey, with a green body. It is not very powerful, but it can sneak into people's memories and create extremely realistic illusions."

Monk Wuxin finished explaining calmly, as if he had exhausted all his temper. He no longer wanted to look at Su Fan, turned around and rushed forward.

"Hmm." Su Fan touched his chin, "It's a soul-crying beast, but not exactly. It looks almost the same, but its functions are different."

He quickly caught up, "Wuxin, you ran so fast, do you know where the Soul Crying Beast is?"

Monk Wuxin was a little impatient and glared at Su Fan coldly, "Nonsense, if you dare to waste my time again, be careful and I will kill you too!"

"Hey, hey, I just want to say." The corners of Su Fan's mouth raised, and at this moment, there was a little bit of madness between his eyebrows.

Is it...an illusion?

Monk Wuxin was slightly startled, and his crazy look disappeared in just a moment.

"Is there any way to tame the Soul Crying Beast?"

"Haha, it's interesting. I saw you right!" Monk Wuxin's eyes were burning. "You actually want to conquer the Ghost King who is feared by countless people. That is synonymous with curse!"

Then his expression changed and he made a regretful expression, "Unfortunately, the Ghost King cannot be contained, at least..." He tapped his temple lightly, "I don't have that method here."

Su Fan pouted and shook his head slightly, "That is indeed a pity."

"In that case, let me put it another way." Su Fan raised the corner of his mouth, "Is there any way you can control the illusion to make Huntian Xiaopeng King and Lei Qianlie meet?"

"Haha, I feel a little guilty if I don't create some trouble for this rampant guy like Huntian Xiaopeng King."