Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The young man felt that his life had experienced great ups and downs in a short moment. First, someone finally entered the illusion, breaking the silence of a hundred years, and then there was hope to leave here. However, fate played a trick on him at the critical moment.

Facing Qinghe walking towards him, a touch of despair rose in the young man's heart.

"Don't waste your energy," he said, "I'm going to die anyway, and I can't let you take advantage of it for nothing."

Gongyilin asked Qinghe to question him, but the young man relaxed a little. In his opinion, this taciturn man is much easier to deal with than Gongyilin, at least he won't use any low-handed tricks.

Qinghe tried to search for the soul, but the young man was already good at the field of spirit and soul, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Tianyuan is an orthodox sect, and there is no such thing as extorting a confession by torture. Qinghe stood where he was, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

Gongyilin was admiring from the sidelines, how cute it is when the strong are helpless.

"It might be a little harder to get a dead person to speak, but a living person..." Gong Yilin stepped forward: "I've never been able to stop me."

The young man's eyes widened: "Didn't you just ask him to force you to question me?"

Gong Yilin: "It's just talking, why do you believe it again?"

The young man's chest heaved violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qinghe shook his head, if he continues to develop in this way, he will probably be pissed off before he asks anything.

Fortunately, Gongyilin stopped when enough was enough, a pen appeared out of nowhere in his palm, and the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Become a bond with me."

A red dot appeared between the eyebrows, and the young man thought there would be unbearable pain, but after a few blinks, there was no pain at all:

"Haha, although you have many means, that's all you can do!"

Gong Yilin looked at him, smiled and said nothing.

The young man's laughter became weaker and weaker, his pupils tended to dilate slightly, his expression turned from joy to sadness in an instant, and tears fell like broken beads.

A painful roar squeezed out from his chest cavity, which was torture from the depths of his soul, and blood and tears even fell down in the end.

Qinghe has experienced three thousand methods of Taoism, and this is the first time he has seen such a strange technique.

"It brings people back to the most painful times in their lives, and it goes back and forth."

There was a trace of surprise in Qinghe's expression: "The secret of time and space?"

Gong Yilin: "If I had this kind of ability, I would have become the master of a world long ago. It just contains some space-time power, but it is essentially an illusion."

Qinghe: "It's amazing."

Time and space are the most unpredictable elements, as long as any spell can be contaminated by a little bit, it will become a supernatural power.

"How to remove this illusion?"

"Simple." Gong Yilin stretched out his hand, and with a 'pop' sound, a red palm print appeared on the young man's face, and he gradually recovered his sanity.

When he looked at Gongyilin again, the young man's eyes were full of fear.

"Do you want to try again?" Gong Yilin gave him a friendly smile.

The young man shook his head frantically, there was nothing left of the death rather than submission just now.

Taking a deep breath, there was a bamboo slip surrounded by golden light in his hand.

Gong Yilin took it over and looked at it for a while, then sighed: "It's interesting."

The young man smiled wryly, "How about letting me die, and I'll tell you a secret?"

Although he really doesn't believe in the character of the person in front of him, but this is the end of the matter, and he doesn't want a hundred years of cultivation to be destroyed in one day.

Gong Yilin sat on the ground and raised the price: "Speak up first, so I can make a decision."

The young man sighed, "This illusion is actually equivalent to a furnace."

Gongyilin's complexion changed, his guess seemed to be true.

Youth: "You must have seen some clues. I absorbed a little bit of that person's energy remnants, and at the same time obtained a small part of his memory. I just knew how to get out."

Gong Yilin narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you do have the capital to survive."

The young man did not appear happy as expected, but said: "The first is to kill each other, enough people fall, and use the evil spirit of the undead to guide a bloody path, and the other is to work together to break this sky."

"Pierce the sky?"

The young man said in a deep voice: "Your senior brother planted a method in "Climbing the Immortal Ladder". Although he is a once-in-a-thousand-year genius, he is still one person. With the strength of everyone, it is not impossible to escape."

Hearing this, Gong Yilin was silent instead, and sighed for a long time:

"There's no choice at all."

The young man smiled awkwardly: "You are smart, but there are many people in this world who are smarter than you. Which one is a simple person here? Why is the illusion full of fighting? Do you think they are all fools?"

Not only Gongyilin, Qinghe also had a dignified expression.

Youth: "No, even a fool knows that Qi Xin can get out of this ghostly place, but who wants to, the world doesn't have enough aura feedback, and no one can even think about becoming a fairy."

Killing each other and protecting themselves, everyone is only a short distance away from becoming an immortal, and they all want to use other people's lives to pave the way for themselves.

Gong Yilin suddenly said: "When you entered "Climbing the Immortal Ladder", were there other people entering with you?"

The young man said desolately: "I'm the only one left. Unfortunately, there were too few people who came in at that time. Even if they all died, it would not be enough to make up for the missing spiritual energy."

This is the biggest secret of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder", as long as there are enough deaths, a fairy can be created.

Gong Yilin's eyes were piercing: "If that's the case, how will you get out of here after you get rid of us?"

"It seems that no matter how smart people are, they are sometimes stupid." A cruel smile appeared on the young man's face, "Even if everyone here dies, you and I will still be alive."

Gong Yilin is a person who died once, and the state of the ghost cultivator can be said to be like a fish in water here. The young man is in the same state as him. As long as his soul is not scattered, even if his body is not there, he can escape.

Youth: "I've said everything I need to say, I hope you will keep your promise this time."

Gongyilin turned his head to Qinghe and said, "Seal part of his cultivation."

The young man didn't curse this time. For him, he was lucky to save his life. In the original idea, Gong Yilin might do something worse, such as destroying his dantian.

Although Qinghe seldom spoke, his strikes were ruthless enough, sealing two-thirds of the cultivation in the young man's body at once, and the other third was also tampered with.

Losing his wife and losing his army, the young man left with a sad face, regretting his frivolous behavior, and obviously escaped.

"What are you going to do next?"

Gong Yilin: "I originally wanted to gather everyone together and explain the pros and cons, but now I've given up on it."

Qinghe nodded in agreement. If someone figured out the secret of "Climbing the Immortal Staircase", they would definitely be happy to see a large number of casualties. If they rashly announce the truth, they will be targeted and secretly attacked.

"Wait and see what happens," Gongyilin said, "Go and meet Yuhuang and Ningqing first."

Qinghe gently hugged him as a comfort.