Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

"Auntie, when did you become like this?"

"What time? Do you still eat meat? If you don't eat meat, don't block the road." The aunt's face instantly darkened, and her tone became impatient.

She began to urge Lin Yi and Zhao Yun to leave, obviously not wanting to communicate with them more.

At the same time, the villagers on the side also noticed something strange about Lin Yi and Zhao Yun.

They turned their heads one after another, and hundreds of pairs of red eyes stared at the two of them at the same time.

Zhao Yun was a little flustered by these wolf-like eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Now I finally understand why the villages we passed by before are all empty. I'm afraid all the villagers in those villages have been captured by you."

"You youngster, we kindly give you meat to eat. Since you don't want to eat it, then you can stay."

Before he finished speaking, a low roar came.

One villager suddenly began to twist and deform, his skin was stretched by muscles, his eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with malice as he looked at the two people.

In the blink of an eye, the villagers' clothes were stretched to pieces by the swelling muscles, and their flat teeth turned into sharp teeth.

He roared and threw his limbs to the ground, rushing towards Lin Yi at an alarming speed.

With the roar of the wind, Lin Yi's kick hit the villager in the head accurately.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the villager's head cracked like fragile ceramics, breaking into several pieces and falling to the ground.

Blood and brain matter spurted out like spring water, adding a touch of red to the already weird atmosphere.

Lin Yi retracted his legs and stood expressionlessly in the pool of blood.

He knew that this was not the end, but the beginning.

The sound of the villager falling to the ground was like a trumpet.

After he fell to the ground, the remaining villagers stood up one after another, their eyes focused on Lin Yi and Zhao Yun.

"Sorry, let me take you on your last journey." Lin Yi took a deep breath and stared at the villagers who were about to swarm in front of him.

The eyes of these villagers have been filled with scarlet, and they have lost their humanity.

They held worn-out farm tools in their hands, and the way they looked at Lin Yi was not like looking at an enemy, but more like looking at a delicious meal.

"Yuanying · Starfall"

As Lin Yi shouted, the sky shattered.

The sword shadows all over the sky are like stars falling from the sky.

These swords were extremely sharp, and they turned into countless messengers carrying the aura of death, carrying the cold wind, and falling rapidly towards the ground.

The sword energy penetrated the bodies of the villagers, like the scythe of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives one by one.

The villagers who were roaring and rushing towards Lin Yi and Zhao Yun could only scream in despair in front of this sword energy.

Blood rain flew in the air, and along with the wind caused by the sword energy, a strong smell of blood spread.

Under the sword energy, all resistance seemed so insignificant.

The villagers fell to the ground like straw.

When the last sword energy dissipated into the night, only corpses and pools of blood of varying shades were left on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun stepped forward and kicked over the iron pot where human flesh was stewed.

"Let's go, the biggest devil in this village has not yet been dealt with."

Zhao Yun nodded, he naturally knew who Lin Yi was talking about.

When he arrived at the door of Zhou Yuanwai's house, Lin Yi found that the two doormen who were originally on guard had disappeared.

The door was empty, except for the strong smell of blood.

Lin Yi gently pushed open the covered door. Under the candlelight, Butler Sun stood quietly in the courtyard, and beside him was none other than Zhou Yuanwai.

At this moment, Zhou Yuanwai was holding a brush and concentrating on painting with ink. His movements were very graceful, as if all the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

In stark contrast to this scene, there were more than a dozen corpses lying at Zhou Yuanwai's feet.

All of these corpses were servants of the Zhou family, lying in a pool of blood with their fate unknown.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

Zhou Yuanwai's eyes flashed with red light. Halfway through the painting, he found that the paper he was using still could not satisfy his inner desire.

I saw a dagger appear in Zhou Yuanwai's hand, pierced into Butler Sun's back, and then pressed down hard.

Butler Sun seemed to have expected it. He stood quietly, motionless, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

It wasn't until Zhou Yuanwai skillfully peeled off a complete piece of skin from Butler Sun's body that Butler Sun finally fell down weakly and never got up again.

"Sigh, the quality of this leather is really bad."

Zhou Yuanwai glanced at the skin peeled off Butler Sun's body and threw it aside with disdain.

He looked up at Lin Yi and Zhao Yun who were standing at the door, with a strange curve on his lips, "Since you two are back, I wonder if you can generously lend me your skin?"

As soon as the words fell, an irresistible invisible force suddenly bound the two of them.

Zhao Yun and Lin Yi seemed to be manipulated puppets, walking slowly towards Zhou Yuanwai involuntarily.

Seeing this scene, the cruel smile on Zhou Yuanwai's face became more obvious.

In his opinion, the fair and tender skin of Lin Yi and Zhao Yun is the best canvas, most suitable for carrying his artistic creation.

Just when the two were still ten steps away from Zhou Yuanwai, the light of the purification technique suddenly appeared on the bodies of Lin Yi and Zhao Yun.

Immediately, Zhao Yun held a gentian gun and flew into the sky like a dragon, stabbing towards Zhou Yuanwai.

Zhou Yuanwai had never expected that the two could break free from his control. Caught off guard, he had to resist Zhao Yun's attack.

But Zhou Yuanwai was no match for Zhao Yun in close combat, and was sent flying in one blow.

Zhao Yun held the Dragon Gallbladder Spear, exuding a strong murderous aura.

Looking at Zhou Yuanwai in mid-air, Zhao Yun's Dragon Gallbladder Spear chopped down heavily, and Zhou Yuanwai was directly knocked to the ground by Zhao Yun's spear.

The next second, Zhao Yun rushed forward, with the tip of the spear against Zhou Yuanwai's throat.

Zhou Yuanwai lay on the ground, glanced coldly at Lin Yi and Zhao Yun, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't think you have won, now, the game has just begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly hit Zhao Yun's spear tip, and blood instantly dyed the spear head red.

"No, he is not dead."

Zhao Yun stared at Zhou Yuanwai's body, then shook it hard and shook the body off the Dragon Gallbladder Spear.

Surprisingly, not a drop of blood shed from Mr. Zhou's body.

His body was like an inflatable balloon, and after being pierced by Zhao Yun, it made a sound of leaking air.

Soon, Mr. Zhou's body turned into a pile of wrinkled skin, looking like the dehydrated Trisolaran in the Three Body.

Countless painted skins flew out of the mansion, gathered in mid-air, and gradually formed Mr. Zhou's face.

"Why are you two so stubborn? Wouldn't it be better to join us?"

Mr. Zhou's voice came from the floating giant face, with a bit of weirdness and temptation.

Lin Yi didn't speak, and Yin Wu Lei appeared around Lin Yi.

Once those painted skins floating in the sky touched the Yin Wu Lei, they would be instantly pierced with a big hole and damaged beyond recognition.

"Damn it, since you don't want to drink a toast, don't blame me for being rude."

Seeing Lin Yi destroy more than a dozen of his precious painted skins, Mr. Zhou roared angrily.

In an instant, the overwhelming painted skins surged towards the sky like a tide, and even the bright moonlight was completely blocked by these dense painted skins.

[Comparing the intelligence attributes of both parties..., the comparison is completed, our intelligence is 1.0 times that of the opponent, and 90% of the opponent's information is obtained (the detection eye is increased by 20%). ]

Name: Zhou Yuanwai

Race: Ascetic/? ? ?

Health: 100%

Mana: 16800/16800

Strength: 36

Agility: 38

Stamina: 81 (real attribute)

Intelligence: 80 (real attribute)

Charm: 11

Skill 1: Phantom Tracking (Passive Skill LV.30): When the painted skin ghost moves, there is a 10% chance to leave a phantom. The phantom will imitate the painted skin ghost's attack and cause an additional 30% damage to the enemy for 3 seconds. Skill 2: Soul Power Drain (Active Skill LV.32): Consume 150 soul power points, the Painted Skin Ghost recovers its own health by absorbing the soul power of surrounding enemies, recovering 2% of its health per second, and causing 40 points of shadow damage per second to surrounding enemies for 8 seconds.

Skill 3: Nether Roar (Active Skill LV.32): Consume 500 soul power points, cause 900 points + 50 points of shadow damage per second to all surrounding enemies, and reduce their attack power by 20%, which lasts for 10 seconds.

Skill 4: Painted Skin Transformation (Passive Skill LV.40): When the health of the Painted Skin Ghost is less than 30%, it will automatically transform, gain 50% health recovery, and increase all skill levels by 1 level, which lasts for 60 seconds.

Skill 5: Soul Power Shield (Active Skill LV.28): Consume 400 soul power points, the Painted Skin Ghost stimulates soul power, forming a shield with a defense value of 2500 points, greatly improving its own defense, and causing 15% rebound damage to long-range attacks.

Skill 6: Ghost Assault (Active Skill LV.30): Consume 180 points of soul power, the Painted Skin Ghost extends a ghost hand from the shadow, causing 700 points + 30 points of shadow damage per second to the enemy. Encountering an enemy with a soul strength of less than 12 points can cause a fear effect, causing it to lose control temporarily.

Skill 7: Painted Skin Illusion (Passive Skill LV.35): Enhance the Painted Skin Ghost's illusion ability, making all its skills have a 20% chance of confusion, and the attack power of the confused target is reduced by 15% for 5 seconds.

Skill 8: Netherworld (Active Skill LV.37): Consume 600 points of soul power, the Painted Skin Ghost creates a Netherworld domain, all enemies in the domain receive 75 points of soul damage per second, and their movement speed and attack speed are reduced by 40% for 15 seconds. The Painted Skin Ghost in the domain gains a 20% damage bonus and a 10% movement speed bonus.

Skill 9: ？ ？ ？ ：？ ？ ？

Skill 10: ？ ？ ？ ：？ ？ ?

Zhou Yuanwai opened his mouth wide, and Lin Yi and Zhao Yun felt a piercing howl in their ears.

[The hunter was hit by the ‘Netherworld Roar’, and the attack power was reduced by 20%. ]

[The hunter entered the ‘Netherworld Realm’, taking 75 points of soul damage per second, and the movement speed and attack speed were reduced by 40%. ]

Before Lin Yi could stand firmly, he suddenly felt that the shadow behind him suddenly moved.

You should know that Lin Yi is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of shadow power. Almost in an instant, Lin Yi dragged Zhao Yun away from the position where the two stood.

The next second, two huge ghost hands suddenly stretched out from the shadow.

If it weren’t for Lin Yi’s quick reaction, the two might have been firmly grasped by these two ghost hands.

“Be careful.”

Lin Yi released a purification technique. Under the action of the purification technique, Zhao Yun felt that his dizziness and dizziness were significantly relieved.

"Thank you." Zhao Yun said gratefully.

Seeing that they could not catch the two of them, a dozen painted-skinned ghosts separated from Zhou Yuanwai's big face, howling and rushed towards Lin Yi and Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yunting drew his gun, and the tip of the gun pierced the sky, splitting a painted-skinned ghost in half.

As a fierce general who rides alone as the savior among millions of Cao Cao's troops, it goes without saying that Zhao Yun's skills are outstanding.

With three strikes, five divided by two, Lin Yi and the Painted Skin Ghost next to him were cut into two pieces.

But this is just a drop in the bucket. Zhou Yuanwai controls thousands of painted ghosts who are still watching around, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.

Facing such a huge enemy, Zhao Yun felt helpless for a while.

Lin Yi took a step forward, and Yin Wu Lei clung to the black and white rose.

For a moment, the sword blade in Lin Yi's hand seemed to be a lightning blade, lighting up the darkness around the two of them.

"Yuanying·Thunderfall."

In an instant, countless sword energies were like the Milky Way hanging upside down, falling from the sky with destructive power, pointing directly at the raging group of painted-skinned ghosts.

This move was thought up by Lin Yi in a flash of inspiration.

He integrated the power of Yin Wu Lei into the sword energy, so that every ray of sword energy contained a trace of the power of Yin Wu Lei.

Although Yin Wu Lei is guided by Yin Qi, it is still essentially a thunder method.

For these ghostly creatures, Yin Wu Lei is undoubtedly their natural nemesis.

The sword energy intertwined with each other in the air, forming a huge sword net, which tightly enveloped many painted ghosts.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the Painted Skin Ghost's body was pierced one after another, making a creepy tearing sound.

What's even more terrifying is that these sword energies also contain the power of Yin Wu Lei.

Yin Wu Lei is undoubtedly the fatal nemesis for Painted Skin Ghost.

When sword energy and thunder and lightning met, an unprecedented energy frenzy was instantly triggered.

The thunder and lightning were like an out-of-control angry dragon, dancing crazily under the guidance of the sword energy.

Under the dual destruction of sword energy and thunder and lightning, thousands of painted ghosts seemed to be thrown into the fire, and their bodies began to burn.

Surrounded by the flames, the Painted Skin Ghosts twisted and struggled in pain, trying to escape, but everything was in vain.

Their mouths were reduced to ashes in the flames, and a disgusting burnt smell began to fill the air.

"You two guys dare to destroy my treasures. It is an unforgivable crime! In this case, you all should die!" Zhou Yuanwai roared angrily when he saw the burning painting skin beside him.

He went through a lot of hardships and finally made so many painted ghosts, but lost more than half of them under Lin Yi's attack.

Lin Yi ignored Zhou Yuanwai's roar. He took out [Soul Tear] from his personal space and pointed it at the sky.

[Soul Tear] has an effect that is very applicable here.

‘The Soul that Must Hit (Active): Within a range of 100 meters, the arrow fired after locking the target will definitely hit, ignoring the target’s dodge and defense. This skill has no cooldown time, but consumes 10 soul energy points each time it is used. ’

Lin Yi locked onto Zhou Yuanwai's aura and fired three arrows in succession.

The moment the arrow flew out, three arrows flew to the right side of the two men.

Along with the sound of piercing leather, Zhou Yuwai's face began to twist in mid-air.

The painted ghosts around seemed to be affected by something and began to become restless.

Three blood holes appeared on the skin of a painting that was three-thirds similar to Zhou Yuan's appearance, and black blood was pouring out of it.

Under the lock of [Soul Tear], Zhou Yuanwai's body was found.

"Zilong."

"Leave it to me." Zhao Yun responded.

After confirming Zhou Yuanwai's identity, Zhao Yun tightened his grip on the gentian gun, and the gun body began to emit a faint white light, as if a dragon's roar was echoing in it.

"Rgentian Pojun!"

Zhao Yun shouted, and the gentian gun in his hand turned into a white light.

The shadow of the gun swept around like a storm, and dust and flying sand and rocks were swept up, forming a fierce offensive.

The Painted Skin Ghost's attack fell on Zhao Yun, but was unable to shake him at all.

Now Zhao Yun has activated his unparalleled skills and is in the hegemonic stage. Ordinary attacks cannot stop Zhao Yun from moving forward.

Zhao Yun rushed into the Painted Skin Ghost camp and harvested the souls of every Painted Skin Ghost.

He rushed to Zhou Yuanwai's body and pierced him with a straight shot.

As Zhou Yuanwai's body was seriously injured, the painted ghosts in the sky around him lost control and fell from the sky one after another.

"Hey, you are all going to die, you all have to die." Although Zhou Yuanwai was dying, he still cursed very viciously.

"Are you still conscious?"

Lin Yi noticed that although Zhou Yuanwai was possessed by the devil, he still seemed to retain a trace of consciousness, which was different from the soldiers in the military camp who had completely lost themselves.

"Of course." Zhou Yuanwai spoke with difficulty, his voice full of resentment, "When I found something was wrong, I used a secret method to seal away a trace of my soul. Although the demonic energy entered my body, I can still retain my true self."

"Not only here, the whole world is slowly falling. The sky is dead, and there is no hope in the world."

"The sky is dead?"

Hearing this sentence, Lin Yi and Zhao Yun thought of one person at the same time, that is Zhang Jiao, who broke out the Yellow Turban Uprising.

Their slogan is "The sky is dead, the yellow sky will stand; if you are in Jiazi, the world will be prosperous."

Could it be that the person in front of me knows something?

"What exactly do you mean when you say that the sky is dead?"

Zhao Yun frowned and walked up to Zhou Yuanwai and asked.

"Hey, you ordinary people can't compare with us ascetics." A proud smile appeared on Zhou Yuanwai's twisted face, as if he had finally found something worthy of pride.

"How can you mortals perceive the subtle changes in God's will? For us ascetics, every breath of heaven and earth is clearly detectable."

"More than thirty years ago, an unknown existence quietly descended on this world. On that day, one-third of the people in the monastic world went crazy on the spot. Zhang Jiao sensed the changes in the world, so he launched the Yellow Turban Uprising. He hoped to save the common people, but unfortunately, he failed."

"After Zhang Jiao failed, I knew that the situation was over. So, I used a secret method to seal a trace of my soul. After becoming possessed, when the power of the secret method gradually dissipated, when the secret method disappeared, the trace of myself would wake up, allowing me to wake up even when I was in the dark. Even after being possessed by a demon, you can maintain control over your mind.”