I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Just as he landed on his front foot, the carriage tore apart on his back foot, and a person holding a paper umbrella slowly landed behind him.

His face was pale, and his voice was hoarse.

"Hand over the inheritance of the illusion door! Don't run away anymore, you can't escape at all!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The old man turned around and fled. He had fought against the person in front of him, and his illusion skills were extremely high.

The man turned the paper umbrella in his hand, and the whole person was taken into the air. He pointed his toes, swung his sleeve violently, and a black spot fell.

The black spot became bigger and bigger, heavily blocking the old man's escape route.

A closer look revealed that it was a coffin.

"Don't run away, this is the coffin I made for you, lie in it obediently!"

The old man kicked it directly, but unexpectedly, the coffin instantly turned into a giant snake, with its mouth opening, it was about to devour him in an instant.

The stench that hit his face directly made the old man's expression change immediately.

Is this true or false?

He didn't dare to be careless, he took out something from his waist with his backhand, thrust it into the ground, the ground shook, a giant hand rose up from the ground, and smashed the black snake to pieces in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he turned to the left again, the ground was sunken, and countless black flying insects flew out densely, heading straight for the person in the air.

The man was unhurried, but instead sighed, "The technique of controlling insects is not bad."

While speaking, with a flick of his fingertips, a wisp of invisible sparks fell from the sky and fell into the dense swarm of insects, instantly setting off a monstrous fire, burning the swarm of insects to ashes.

"Which school are you from?"

The old man's complexion changed, the person in front of him was extraordinarily weird, how did he feel, how did he feel more terrifying than when he was chasing and killing him before, as if he had changed.

He slapped it heavily with his hand, the object in his hand sank, and the ground was shattered like broken glass, as if controlled by someone, it turned into countless sharp barbs, whistling away one by one.

"Did you forget it?"

The man in the sky watched this trick, his pale face moved, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, "The umbrella in my hand is called the Thousand Imaginary Human Face Umbrella."

Thousand Illusion Human Face Umbrella, the ribs of the umbrella are made of fine steel, the umbrella surface is made of human skin, and its defense is indestructible.

Facing the galloping ground thorns, the man slowly put the Thousand Illusion Human Face Umbrella in front of him, turned it lightly, and instantly blocked all the attacks.

For a moment, the dirt flew wildly, blocking all his sight.

The man realized that something was wrong, and slowly put down the umbrella. The place where the old man was standing just now was empty.

He ran away!

"It's boring, I wanted to play for a while..."

As soon as the words fell, the man with the umbrella turned into bubbles like Uncle Jiu before, drifting away with the wind, and disappeared without a trace.

And the other side.

The old man ran fast, looked behind him from time to time, pinched himself with his nails, for fear of falling into hallucinations again.

The illusion of the illusion door is extremely terrifying. Once you are deeply involved in it, you will easily die.

Water, looking for water!

The old man kept shuttling through the mountains and forests, and soon heard a sputtering sound, but when he walked in, he suddenly found that it was a dead pool of water.

Where did the sound of running water come from?

He raised his head blankly, without time to think, scooped up the water in the pool with both hands, and slapped it on his face.

It was very cold in spring, especially the stagnant pool water, which was extremely cold.

Once stimulated, the old man became more energetic, but in a trance, he saw a figure on the distant pool.

silhouette?

The old man suddenly took a closer look, but there was nothing there.

This……

There was a faint chill on his back, as if something was flowing, and when he touched it with his backhand, the blood was thick and sticky.

Yes, is it blood?

The old man stiffened his body, looked carefully at his trembling hands, and found that there was nothing in his hands.

What exactly is going on?

The sudden drop made him nervous, his heart beat faster and faster, his breathing became short of breath, as if something was pinching his neck.

"Illusion, yes, illusion!"

The old man suddenly realized, pinched the magic formula with his fingers, and scratched viciously with his nails, and a sharp pain came.

In an instant, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Wherever he was standing by the pool, he had clearly reached the middle of the pool, and he had already drowned up to his neck, and if he went further down, he would be drowned.

The old man was extremely hurried, slipped his foot, swallowed a big mouthful of water, and his vision became more and more blurred.

As soon as he poked his head out, others saw a woman with long hair and white clothes looking at him quietly.

An absurd feeling hung over his heart.

This is, this is Chu Renmei?

There was another round of dizziness, the old man's vision was blurred, and he felt that he was on the verge of falling, and a voice came from his ear.

"Old man, why are you asleep?"

The old man looked up in astonishment, and found himself on the carriage, with the young man named Russell sitting beside him.

His eyes were blurred, had he been dreaming just now?

Lao Tzu raised his head slowly, and found that in the mirror of the carriage, his own face was blurred, and he couldn't see clearly, only bloodstains could be seen indistinctly.

"no no!"

"This is another illusion! This is another illusion!"

……

"Stop playing, let him go!"

"Ah."

"Your illusion can be their master." Uncle Jiu couldn't help being a little surprised, "Where did you learn it, layer by layer, I guess people in the illusion door are stupid."

The people of the Illusion Gate have a powerful mind and soul, relying on various hints and objects, they can easily pull ordinary people into the illusion and kill them with ease.

But Uncle Ninth even felt a little scary in the ring after ring of illusions like Russell's.

"I am a genius!"

"..."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help covering his face, forgetting, you must never ask Russell this question.

……

the other side.

The old man was frightened by the blurry figure in the mirror, a knife from nowhere pierced his heart directly, and the blood continued to flow out, blurring his vision.

A bright light pierced him, and he opened his eyes suddenly, looking left and right panting.

There was no one around, it was the path where he met Russell and Uncle Jiu just now, where were there any mountains, where were there any pools, where were there any carriages, and where were there any young people?

The old man sat there in a daze, sitting there thinking for a long time, unable to react for a long time, he subconsciously touched his waist, the things were still there.

This, what the hell is going on...

I, the elder of Huanmen, was tricked by someone with illusion? ? ?

ps: 6500 words today.

Chapter 341 How the Swordman Was Made

Let's deal with the Huanmen Elder who doesn't know how to live or die, I guess that old guy is still doubting his life, his eyes are full of confusion!

Russell half leaned on the carriage, with his legs bent, looking lazily at the "Pure Yang Sword Classic" in his hand.

On the side, the little zombie waved his little fist from time to time, hitting Russell heavily, beating his back.

There is no way, the double body training effect of Lightning Ben Leiquan and Liuku Immortal Thief is really good, Russell has now evolved into a big muscle bully.

Especially after stealing the secret from the monk from the underworld last time, his body has become stronger and stronger.

According to Uncle Jiu's words, it's just that the kid's skin is getting thicker and thicker, he doesn't hurt when I slap him, and he bounces back from my slap, his grandma has a leg.

"It's a bit difficult!"

Russell looked at the "Chunyang Sword Classic" in his hand, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of sorrow. He couldn't talk about this thing at all.

Uncle Jiu, who was meditating at the side, shook his head, "It's normal if you don't understand, after all, this is Lu Zu's immortality secret book, and he has been immortal for so many years, and must have undergone many years of revisions, it is already extremely profound, beyond ordinary people. The limit."

Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh.

Ashamed to say, he was also very naughty when he was young, but he was also particularly liked by his master, master and uncle.

At that time, the little master uncle specially wrote a picture for him, which was very profound, as if it contained some great principles of heaven and earth, and also seemed to contain some profound exercises.

But Uncle Jiu couldn't understand it. According to the ancient books, he soaked it in water, burned it with fire, and dripped it with blood. He tried all kinds of strange methods.

But it turns out that those ancient books are all deceiving children.

Uncle Jiu has never understood that word, and has always been very regretful. Even if he asked the junior master uncle, the junior master uncle smiled and said that the relationship is indescribable.

The angry Uncle Jiu did something bad back then, and was then hung up by the junior master uncle with a belt.

Ok?

Why does this scene seem familiar.

Uncle Jiu gave a shock, then shook his head, I have never done this kind of thing before.

I just want to explain that the secrets of the gods and the artistic conception of the gods are difficult for ordinary people to understand and imagine.