What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Qinan stared blankly at the corpse, walked over after a while, knelt down and stretched out his hand to sniff.

"Well," Qinan withdrew his hand and touched his chin, "he's dead."

He brushed his hair, stood up again, glanced at the gray sweater he was wearing, and turned his head to look at the glass window next to him.

"...the small world of the Hongyu Chamber of Commerce?"

Qinan walked out from the shattered glass door and came to the balcony.Outside the window is a fantasy world, and the creations of mechanical flow have penetrated into every corner, and Qinan is no stranger to this.

After all, he used the knowledge derived from mechanical flow to mass-produce a bunch of antidotes a few years ago.

He squinted his eyes and glanced around, and spread his five fingers to sense the law and spiritual power.

However, he sensed nothing.

"It's not right..." Qinan muttered to himself half lying on the balcony, "Aren't I going through a catastrophe? With the state of those monks I saw before, the catastrophe of the heart demon should be very dangerous. But now it pokes a Sword Lord Yi Hong is here, so there is no follow-up?"

He looked down at the frozen still space below, and continued to frown and think.

Could it be that the time perception here is different from that of the outside world?And normally speaking, wouldn't it be easy to find flaws and break free from the shackles of the illusion if you can stay awake in the illusion array?

No, didn't he actually stay awake, and is now in a state of being deluded?

No, the illusions and demons in the source world are mainly about killing and oppression. What good is it to confuse him and make him think that all these are fake?This logic doesn't make sense at all.

Qinan struggled for a while, and quickly recited all the works and prescriptions he had written in his heart, and finally brushed his hair to observe the flaws of the world in private.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the miserable appearance of "Yaohong Sword Lord", and his heart skipped a beat in fright.He froze for two seconds, then walked back into the room with a feeling of indescribability, took out a napkin and covered the face of "Yaohong Jianjun".

No, even though it was fake, he couldn't bear to look at it because it was too realistic.

Gee.

What can be done about this, who made the demons and illusions evolve based on the monk's memory, and he has carefully touched every part of Jianjun Yi Hong's body.

Qinan thought blankly, and took out a few more napkins to cover the wounds on the corpse that were scratched by something.

Finally he emptied a whole box of napkins.

"Okay..." Qinan clapped his hands and stood up, looked at the napkin man a few times, turned and walked outside the hotel.

It's weird here.

Qinan strolled along the bustling street, scanning his surroundings calmly.

Countless passers-by were frozen in a certain moment. They either looked back in the direction of the hotel he was in in horror, or tilted their bodies as if avoiding something; Some monster passed by this place.

But obviously, nothing happened the only time he went to the small world.

...being wanted globally by robot police doesn't count.

Moreover, with the fragility of the small world that he would collapse if he used his spiritual power casually——

and many more.

Qinan suddenly realized something, turned his head slowly, and looked at the reflection behind him.

The long reflection dragged on the ground, fully revealing an inhuman silhouette.It appears to be a bird.

A bird with nine heads.

Qinan was silent for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly.

So this illusion is actually implying that he is "Lü", and that he was the one who killed Jianjun Yihong?

But if it's only to such an extent, which monk would be deceived?

A monk follows his heart, and if he goes against his heart, he will surely die.They are no longer ignorant mortals who get lost in the journey of life.

Qinan withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward.

There was bound to be a follow-up to this demonic illusion. It should not be static, but would invade his sanity layer by layer, disturbing his thinking with one evidence after another, distorting at a rhythm that made it impossible to breathe. his memory.

But it didn't do anything, as if someone forcibly froze it at the very beginning, preventing any subsequent development of it.

Qinan had a hunch that the existence that froze this environment was what he wanted.

In addition, if he stays here for too long, he is not sure whether he will be completely eroded by chaos.

Suddenly, something touched his soul faintly.

Qinan suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking around vigilantly.

what is that?

After a while, this kind of tactile sensation that seemed to call appeared again.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qinan's mind, and he suddenly remembered where he had experienced similar feelings.

Nearly ten years ago, shortly after the end of the challenge to seize the throne, that Yang's fusion stage... the secret art of blood!

This feeling is paradoxical, it seems far more blurred and distant than Yang's that time, so Qinan almost failed to recognize it.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and strode towards the direction guided by this call.

And as the distance shortened, the call became clearer and clearer.

What is it?

what exactly is it!

The surrounding environment gradually shrouded in a layer of fog, making this still world difficult to see clearly.His heart became more and more vigilant, and his pace of progress slowed down a little.

However, at this moment, a sudden change happened!

A huge force suddenly landed on Qinan, pushing him forward tens of meters before he could react.Afterwards, the fog around him was so dense that he couldn't see anything clearly. At the same time, the spiritual power and laws that had disappeared before suddenly appeared!

"Ugh!"

The terrifying spiritual power thousands of times higher than the normal concentration of spiritual power in the source world was crazily squeezed on Qinan's body, making him almost suffocate.The heavy pressure made him overwhelmed, and the originally mild spiritual power turned into a heavy hammer to crush him hard.

Qinan seemed to hear his bones and flesh crumbling inch by inch, and the intense pain made him dizzy.

He felt that his body was suppressed by the heavy spiritual power to the point that he could not even move a finger, and the sting from his spiritual consciousness was even more deadly.

what happened……

Before his eyes fell into darkness, he vaguely saw a figure with a lamp walking towards him slowly.The lamp dispelled the fog, making the figure gradually clear.

He saw a black robe horn that was burning like a flame.

……

"It seems that there are special spatial fluctuations!"

The source gods were extremely pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly continued to search for the source of the space fluctuations.However, at this moment, someone pointed at Qinan who was sitting cross-legged in the formation and exclaimed, "Look!"

The Gods of All Sources looked in the direction he was pointing at, and their complexions suddenly changed.

Qinan, who was sitting securely in the formation, was turning into light spots and flying away!

"What's going on! It was fine during the first five thunder tribulations, why suddenly..."

"No, his soul breath is gone!"

"Why is this... It's over, the thunder robbery is gone!"

The Void Jiao rushed into the formation quickly, stretched out his consciousness to check Qinan, but his expression became more and more ugly.

The soul breath is really gone!Has Qinan's soul collapsed under the demon tribulation?What should I do? How should he explain to Yao Hong?

In this short period of time, Qinan's body has quickly collapsed and most of his spiritual power has disappeared.The Void Jiao hurriedly froze this piece of space, sealing up his illusory and transparent body.

The bodies of most high-level monks are almost entirely composed of laws and spiritual power. Once they lose the support of their souls, they will completely dissipate and return to the world without leaving any traces.

And that meant... death.

"Too bad..."