It must be my posture in the book is wrong

At the same time that the cinnabar print on Luo Fuwen's wrist was emitting red light, Fu Shan, Luo Fuwen's master, sensed that his beloved apprentice's life was in danger.He stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and countless stars were reflected in his pupils.The stars did not stay in Fu Shan's eyes for too long, they disappeared in an instant.Feeling the sense of crisis in his heart, Fu Shan swiped open a crack in space with one hand and walked in.

When Fu Shan came out of the space crack, he was standing in the mid-air of Fuying Town.The Fuying Town in Fu Shan's eyes is not as peaceful and simple as what Shi Luren and the others saw.From Fu Shan's point of view, the entire Fuying Town is surrounded by a vague sense of death.All the buildings are still the same, and all the mortals are still the same, but the Taiban monks who come and go in this Fuying Town have undergone a big change.

In the huge Floating Shadow Town, there are only a few normal monks occasionally coming and going, and the rest are all human-shaped flower groups.All kinds of spirit flowers and spirit grass gathered together and formed a human form, walking around in Fuying Town.At first, Fu Shan thought that these flower clusters were only formed into human shapes, but after a closer look, Fu Shan discovered that these spirit flowers and grasses were not formed into human shapes, but directly took human bodies as soil and took root on human bodies.

Fu Shan wandered around Fuying Town, he could only feel that his beloved disciple was here, but he still couldn't see his figure.This recognition immediately filled Fu Shan's originally gentle face with displeasure.He squinted slightly, and when he opened his eyes wide again, they were filled with stars again.With just one glance, Fu Shan saw the most strange place in Fuying Town.

"My master is here!" Luo Fuwen, who was following behind Shi Luren and Long Aotian, said while touching the slightly hot cinnabar seal on his wrist.After all, he was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and Luo Fuwen, who had been unable to find the node of the illusion for a long time in the illusion, realized that his big backer was coming, and his face immediately changed into a reassuring and happy expression.

Long Aotian had expected that Luo Fuwen's master would come, but Long Aotian was not surprised by it, what he felt was luck.

It finally came, before they were swallowed up by this illusion.Long Aotian has been very sure that this illusion is different from ordinary illusions - this is really an illusion that has no nodes and cannot be broken from the inside.If there is no help from outside, they will not be able to break this illusion until they die.

I don't know what Fu Shan did from the outside, cracks began to appear in the sky of the entire illusion, and behind the cracks, it was the long-lost entrance that was revealed.

"It's the space tear created by the master." Luo Fuwen murmured looking at the crack.

Long Aotian heard Luo Fuwen's words, and immediately guessed who his master was.In the world of comprehension, only the powers above the level of transformation can have the opportunity to realize space magic. Like the great power outside, there is only one person who can create so many space cracks——Fu Shan.

Shi Luren occupies Liu Qiuhong's Nascent Soul shell, so his eyesight is naturally much better than that of Long Aotian and Luo Fuwen.When he used to think that he was still a mortal, he only habitually used the vision he should have as a mortal, but after discovering the clues in his body, Shi Luren really used this body.Shi Luren tried his best to look at the cracks, and asked uncertainly, "Look, are those cracks gradually getting smaller?"

The speed of the crack shrinking was extremely slow, if Shi Luren didn't point it out, Long Aotian Luo Fuwen would not be able to notice it at all.

When Luo Fuwen saw that the crack was shrinking, he threw a lancet-shaped magic weapon. When the magic weapon flew towards a crack, its volume continued to expand. When it hit the crack, the magic weapon had become It was about the same size as the crack.

Luo Fuwen's actions were like a signal. Several monks who were trapped in this illusion and were still conscious, all sacrificed magic weapons to the crack under the leadership of Luo Fuwen.

Perhaps in order to defend against this joint internal and external attack, the illusion put away some irrelevant disguises, exposing part of the real scene in the illusion.The flat and solid ground suddenly became uneven, Shi Luren lowered his head subconsciously, and after seeing the scene under his feet clearly, he covered his mouth and almost vomited out.

Where is the soil under his feet where the spirit flower and spirit grass take root and sprout? This is clearly, clearly, countless rotting corpses of monks!The meandering spirit flower and spirit grass were deeply rooted on the swollen and deformed corpse, and they swayed even in the absence of wind.The swaying spirit flower and spirit grass now emit no more a refreshing fragrance, but a pungent corpse odor.

Shi Luren held his breath and looked away, swallowing his saliva forcefully, and then, finally couldn't hold back any of them, spit it out.While vomiting, Shi Luren still thought leisurely, labor and management know why the paper man turned red when he came back, it turned out that it was dyed when it passed through these carrion corpses... Thinking about it, Shi Luren vomited even more violently.