A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

The moment Tong Mo and Yi Wo Zuo saw the mist, they stepped into the realm of weaving dreams and fell into a false illusion.

Yes, illusion.

Zhimeng can do everything in his field, this is not a fiction.

As long as he wants to, and the spell power is enough, he can do anything.

With a change of mind, the invisible inherent spells in the domain instantly changed, the white mist gradually faded, and two familiar figures appeared in front of him as weaving dreams wished.

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie.

Looking at the other self, the real Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie were a little curious.

Gojo Satoru even leaned in to poke with his upper hand, but his fingers passed directly through the other him. This was the same scene as when he touched the flower last time, which made him raise his eyebrows.

"It's fake."

"Of course it's fake." Zhimeng said naturally: "This is just an illusory projection, I can't create another real Wuhejie."

If he has enough strength, he might be able to... This thought disappeared in a flash, Zhimeng listened to Xia Youjie.

"Is this too fake?" The black-haired ball-headed boy said euphemistically, "I don't think those two ghosts look like idiots..."

After all, you can't even touch it. If you really fight, you will be dismantled in minutes, right? !

"Don't worry, Jie." Zhimeng smiled brightly at him: "As long as they think it's you, there will be no chance of being exposed."

"Trust me, it's fine."

After the words fell, the two ghosts entered the field, Zhimeng decisively called the two to stay away from phantom, and gave the battlefield to the two ghosts and phantom.

Sure enough, the next development was just like Zhimeng said, even though in their eyes the attacks of the two ghosts passed through the phantom's body every time, they still seemed to be fighting with an evenly matched opponent, and they were fighting with all their strength. At the same time, even the place attacked by phantom was really injured.

And the real three of them watched the play leisurely under the cover of the illusion.

The white-haired boy pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head, and said enthusiastically: "Zhimeng, your field is really interesting, and it's a great support."

Xia Youjie's expression was subtle: "Wu, Zhimeng, don't you think this scene looks familiar?"

If he remembered correctly, it must have been something like this when they dealt with the super imaginary magic spirit together.

Their attacks didn't work against the spell spirits, but the spell spirits' attacks on them were real. It was only at the end of the fight that they discovered that the super imaginary spell spirits they imagined didn't actually exist, it was just a field formed by fog Phantoms imagined by others——

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the field of Weaving Dreams is also covered in fog.

Weaving Meng was startled, and also remembered the battle of wits and courage with the false curse spirit.

Replacing the curse spirits with them, and then replacing them with these two ghosts, this is simply a reenactment of the scene!

So, why is his domain so similar to that false curse spirit?

Zhimeng raised his left wrist, looked at the bead with pink and white mist flowing in it, and frowned slightly.

Or, what is his relationship with this bead?

"None of that matter."

Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up, and said in a cheerful tone: "The field of weaving dreams is so easy to use, isn't it better?"

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded with a smile: "Wu is right, it would be better for Zhimeng to have such an ability."

Can better protect themselves.

That's enough, nothing else matters.

The topic ended here, and the two of them focused their attention on the two ghosts again.

Gojo Satoru yawned: "How long are they going to fight?"

"Fight until they think it can end." Zhimeng replied.

"Actually, this illusion was not only created by me, but also by them. How strong they think you are, the phantom will show how strong you are, and vice versa."

Weaving Dream concluded: "Just like the super magic spirit we played before, I thought it was fake, so it disappeared."

In short, if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it.

The truth is very simple, but few people can keep calm in the infinitely realistic attack, and sincerely believe that it is false.

That's what happened to those two ghosts.

"In some ways—" the white-haired boy who understood it sighed.

"The field of weaving dreams is a bit scary."

After all, how many people would genuinely believe that an attack on them was fake?Even if there is only a slight hesitation, the false attack becomes real in an instant.

And after realizing that the attack was real, how could anyone think that the subsequent attack was fake?This ability can be called unsolvable.

Zhimeng glanced at him, doubtful: "Really? Enlightenment doesn't look like he's afraid at all."

"He will be afraid of ghosts." Xia Youjie couldn't help complaining.

Then he looked at Zhimeng and asked worriedly: "Is it tiring to maintain this state? How long can Zhimeng last?"

"It's okay, the consumption is not very big."

Weaving Dream comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, I will tell you if I can't hold on."

Only then did Xia Youjie feel relieved: "I can't hold on anymore, I must say it."

Zhimeng nodded, and saw that the battle over there had come to an end.

When the ghosts thought that Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie could only persevere until now, Xu Ying followed their thinking and lost.

Zhimeng originally thought that the two ghosts would directly kill Jie and Wu's phantoms, but he didn't expect that they would just cut off or destroy their limbs.

It didn't look like they were meant to be killed.

Gojo Satoru had a subtle expression on his face: "It looks like our plan is about to change."

Xia Youjie also saw the two ghosts, no, to be precise, it was the ghost king's plan.

"The king of ghosts seems to want to turn us into ghosts."

"Dream weaving." The white-haired boy noticed something: "They have ghosts that can be teleported over a long distance, can you let us be teleported to the ghost's lair together?"

If they can, then they don't need to carry out the plan of turning light into darkness, instead they can go straight to the ghost king's lair!

Zhimeng has already noticed that there is a strange force entering his domain, he did not stop it, and let that force send the two ghosts away.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the two of them and ran towards the phantom, and quickly said, "Lie down on the phantom and don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wave of power that sent the two ghosts away came again.

Zhimeng let that power wrap them around, and tried hard to keep the phantoms on Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie to cover up their real state.

The next moment, they appeared in a Japanese room.

Sitting at the top, with short curly hair and plum red eyes, the young man suspected of being a ghost king looked at them with a pleasant smile.

"So you didn't run away."

Zhimeng, who had completed the contraction of the domain at that moment and perfectly covered them, covering up their true state, turned pale for a moment.

Weaving Dream, who is not proficient in the use of the field, only uses instinct, only feels that the magic power shrinking in his body oppresses him into pain, as if he is about to burst out of his body in the next moment——

The ghost king is approaching.

Zhimeng looked at him, his face was pale, his hands trembled a little, but he held back.

Both Gojo Wujo and Xia Youjie, who were lying on the ground, noticed something wrong with Zhimeng, but they also knew that this was an excellent time.

The ghost king's proud voice sounded: "It's just right, you can work for me together!"

The moment the words fell, the human beings on the ground who had lost their limbs suddenly jumped up, drew their knives with healthy limbs and rushed towards the ghost king who was about to transform them——

Oni Wu Tsuji's pupils shrank sharply, but there was still a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, just like that, he was beheaded with one knife, and he was also beheaded with one knife at the same time.

It happened too suddenly, and the four ghosts present were not prepared for the two humans who had lost their limbs, so under paralysis, in a blink of an eye, Guiwu Tsuji was chopped into three pieces!

"Mr. Miserable!"

When the three winding ghosts reacted and made a sound, the entire Japanese room was already filled with white mist.

They were overwhelmed by the white mist, and soon got lost in it, with no way out.

Zhimeng supported the flower tree beside him in the center of the field, and silently slowed down for a while.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, who were still with Gui Wu Tsuji, looked at the ghost king who had been beheaded and cut in half by the Japanese Japanese sword, and he was completely restored again.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "Didn't you say that you will die if you beheaded by the Sun Wheel Saber!"

"Maybe the ghost king is different."

Xia Youjie looked at the furious ghost king, and clenched the sun wheel knife in his hand.

"You, you—" Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi, who instantly realized that he had been tricked, was extremely angry, and his arms instantly turned into flesh-pink thorns, attacking the two of them.

"Go to hell! Damn Ghost Killing Squad!"

Unprecedented sense of crisis hit, Gojo Satoru instantly opened up no lower limit, while Xia Youjie chose to evade and make a backhanded tactic.

Several curse spirits were summoned to stand in front of Xia Youjie, and under his control, they attacked Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi who was fighting Gojo Satoru.

"Blood ghost art - black blood trifoliate thorn!"

Countless thorny meat whips appeared and lashed at Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie fiercely, with the strength to tear them into pieces.

However, Gojo Satoru had no lower limit technique, and the vicious attack was bounced off before it touched him.Xia Youjie controlled the curse spirit to block or cut it off with his sword.

In this way, the two of them could not be hurt. While Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou became more and more furious, he also felt fear and retreat—Hei Si Mou died in this fog!

So, in the face of Gojo Satoru, who was on the offensive more and more fiercely, Kiwu Tsuji chose to run away decisively.

Even if he split himself into thousands of pieces of flesh, Oni Wu Tsuji had to escape from this strange white mist.

Witnessing Guiwu Tsuji Wumi tearing himself into pieces and fleeing away, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie chose not to pursue, but fell into speechless silence.

It turns out... there really is such a cowardly ghost king.

Instead of fighting them to the death, he chose to run away, or use this method to escape... Why does the other party seem to have a lot of life experience? ? !

Both of them had an unspeakable sense of speechlessness.

"Fortunately, we didn't do it directly before." Gojo Satoru was full of rejoicing.

Otherwise, if they encountered such a doggy ghost king, they might not be looking for ghosts to find them and vomit blood.

Xia Youjie expressed his deep agreement with this: "Yeah, it's a good thing we brought him into the field of weaving dreams."

Speaking of weaving dreams, Gojo Satoru looked at the surroundings that had once again turned into white mist, and shouted directly.

"Weaving Meng, where are you!"

The moment the words fell, the white mist in front of the two of them parted, and they saw the glowing flower tree not far away.

It was a tree with no visible flowers. The goal was a pink flower in full bloom. The petals were large and many. From time to time, a few petals would fall scattered, and after falling on the ground full of white mist, they would fall again. Disappeared quietly.

Zhimeng was squatting on the ground, supporting the flower tree, without looking at them with her head down.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie hurried over.

"Weaving Dream, are you unable to hold on?"

Zhimeng didn't raise his head, the drooping ponytail covered his expression, only a calm voice remained.

"I can hold on."

Wujo Wu felt that he was weird, and Xia Youjie also felt that something was wrong. They looked at each other, squatted down, one lifted his long hair, and the other raised his bowed head.

Zhimeng looked up, expressionless, looking at him blankly.

It seemed to be looking at him, but it didn't seem to be looking at him.

Liuyan was blocked by the strange white mist, Gojo Satoru couldn't see what was wrong with him, but he frowned on the spot: "Weaving Meng, take the domain away."

Hearing this, Xia Youjie looked at Zhimeng who was obviously wrong, and didn't make a sound to stop him.

"...No." Zhimeng refused, and finally had some focus in his empty eyes, and he saw clearly who the person in front of him was.

"Wu, he can run."

"Run and run." The white-haired boy analyzed it calmly.

"The ghost king is different from ordinary ghosts. Even if he is beheaded by the sun wheel knife, he can't die. I guess only the sun can cure him. But now there is still some time before the sun rises—"

Gojo Satoru stared at him deeply: "Let him escape this time, we can look for it again. But if something happens to you if you insist - it's not worth it!"

If the pillars of the Ghost Killing Team were present at this time, facing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they would definitely not give up, and would rather die than wait until the sun rises.

But the people present at this time were Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie. Compared with the King of Ghosts, weaving dreams was naturally more important.

"Weaving Meng, take the domain." Xia Youjie frowned at him: "You told me you wouldn't hold on."

Weaving Dream blinked slowly, as if he finally came to his senses, and reached out to grab them.

"Help me up, get up."

The two didn't know why, but they still helped him up.

Standing firm, Zhimeng looked up at the beautiful and dreamy flower tree in front of him, stretched out his hand to press on the trunk, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Sun—I have a sun!"

Under the watchful eyes of Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, the fluorescence around the flower tree became more and more intense, and then, a round of sun rose high from behind the flower tree, bringing fiery light.

The surrounding white mist was rolling, and it still slowly dissipated under the sunlight, revealing the scene covered by it——

Tongmo and Yiwoza who chased them before, Narujo who teleported them to Infinite City, and Ghost Mai Tsuji who reunited into human form.

They were exposed to the unavoidable, unavoidable sun, and their whole bodies began to collapse, turning into ashes and dissipating.

"No! No! No——" Guiwu Tsuji refused to accept the result, roaring in horror.

"I, Wu Mi, want to become the most perfect creature! Naruto Naruto, what are you doing! Send me away quickly!!!"

However, when he was powerless and furious, the weakest Naruto had already been reduced to ashes.

Then came Yiwozuo and Tongmo.

Even though they are powerful Shangxian ghosts, they are all equal before the sun, so they can only watch themselves go to death.

Tong Mo opened his iridescent eyes wide: "Is this the light that goes to the Paradise of Elysium..."

Yiwozuo looked at the sky in a trance, and murmured: "...Lianxue."

As soon as the words fell, the two Shangxian ghosts who were once invincible turned into ashes.

In the end, it was Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi——

He saw the three Mengzhi people under the huge flower tree, their faces were ferocious, and their bodies had mutated to such an extent that they could no longer be seen. They rushed towards them, trying to save themselves.

How can there be a sun!How can there be sun here!

kill them!Just kill them all!

However, no matter how he ran, running as hard as he could, he couldn't reach the place where the three of them were, as if he had been standing still, and could only become more and more desperately aware of his dying body.

In the end, the ghost king who had survived for thousands of years and committed countless evils just disappeared under the sun, leaving no ashes behind!

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie were almost dumbfounded watching this scene——

"... Weaving Dreams, really amazing."

Xia Youjie's expression was complicated: "Ah, this sun is really undeniable..."

It is obviously a false existence, but because of the subconscious recognition of others, this falsehood has become real... Wu is right, the ability to weave dreams is a bit scary.

In the next second, the sun and flower trees in front of them turned into endless white mist and quickly dissipated.

In front of him was the fallen figure of Zhimeng, whose body was faster than consciousness, and Xia Youjie reached out to catch him without hesitation.

At the same time, there was the sound of the house collapsing.

Rumbling--

The infinite city built by the blood ghost technique also collapsed instantly after the demise of the ghost king.

***

Under the scorching sun, ghosts and ghosts all disappear.