After leaving the customs, I was forced to fly into the universe

This is clearly not right.

Tang Rumo clearly remembered that he should be in the Xu family's mansion, with a flying sword under his feet, and was surrounded by attacks from the Xu family.As a result, he was now facing the cave with winding vines, and the surrounding lush greenery was so real that even his nostrils smelled the fragrance of mud after the rain.

Spiritual consciousness spread outward like a tide, passing through bustling towns, beautiful mountains and rivers, and places that Tang Rumo remembered he had been to.

With all of this, it seems to be returning to the earth.

Or the earth more than a hundred years ago.

Tang Rumo looked at the familiar figure walking out of the cave, and heard the other party greet him in a familiar tone, his face became more gloomy.

fantasy.

And it is likely to be an illusion built on the basis of his memory.

Tang Rumo didn't know much about this Dao. He didn't have much talent, and in the end of the Dharma Age, Dao Dharma was withered, and he had never come into contact with practitioners who were good at illusion.If it is a master who has studied extensively, he may know more.

But he has historical records of the sect, according to the records, in the heyday of cultivating immortals in the distant past, there were many powerful monks who were proficient in illusion, and they were also the most feared.Because their attacks often act directly on the sea of ​​consciousness, a little carelessness is enough to cause damage that affects the foundation.

And if you want to break the illusion by your own strength, you must find the point where reality and illusion overlap.

As for how the overlapping points are, there is no detailed description in the ancient books.

Tang Rumo filled the space between heaven and earth with his spiritual consciousness to the maximum extent, not letting go of any clues.Endless information and light flashed through his mind, but in the end, he still couldn't find anything unusual.

This fantasy space seems to have pieced together his memory fragments in a very delicate way, and through self-improvement and repairing, the real and the fake are intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish them.

He thought for a while, and pointed the sky sword in his hand to the sky.

The surging vitality flows on the sword body, and quickly condenses into a sharp sword light.As he slashed down vertically, the light of the blue sword flourished, as if it had turned into a huge wave that pierced the sky and the earth, rushing away from the position where the sword fell.

When the rays of light faded away, a huge crack could be seen that parted the undulating mountains, and all the thick clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky higher up.

The master who walked out of the cave was jumped by the sudden sword from his apprentice, and asked strangely: "What happened? It's so early in the morning, why are you so angry?"

Tang Rumo remained silent, quietly observing the changes in the world.

The results were disappointing.

The expected flaw did not appear. Although the sword that just fell did cause obvious damage to the environment, it still remained on the surface and did not touch the core of the illusion.

Fang Zhiwei on the side looked a little hesitant.

He struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but say: "Master, I know that you are just in your youth, so there is nothing wrong with wanting to feel how strong you are."

Tang Rumo: "..."

Tang Rumo looked at him silently, thinking what the hell are you talking about?

Fang Zhiwei didn't realize it, and continued, "It's just that I don't think it's necessary to be so exaggerated. It's just a matter of meaning. After all, we chose the Dongfu in the deep mountains and old forests at the beginning to avoid unnecessary sensation during the practice. As a result, what happened to you, disciple, ordinary people may think that it is the wrath of the gods..."

This earnest persuasion sounded like Fang Zhiwei's usual style, and as expected, he started to go astray while talking, and the topic magically became "those things about traveling the world with swords for the teacher's year".

Tang Rumo pursed his lips. He didn't know how to react to a man who was obviously an illusion, but whose image was too similar to his master's.

Fang Zhiwei noticed his silence, so he stopped talking.

"What's on your mind, apprentice?"

Tang Rumo glanced at him and then looked away. Without saying a word, he thrust the Qiongtian sword into the ground with his backhand.

The surging sword intent belonging to the sword cultivator of the crossing tribulation period burst out suddenly, and went down with an invincible momentum, and soon reached the edge of the illusion—because of Tang Rumo's lack of understanding, there was a chaotic and indistinguishable dark area.

The sword energy released by Tang Rumo was sharp and chilling, and its power was several times stronger than the previous blow, but at this time, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it failed to stir up many waves.

His brows frowned. In this situation, it seemed that the illusion could not be broken through forceful means...

"Disciple?"

Fang Zhiwei yelled several times in a row, finally getting Tang Rumo's attention back from the ground to the ground.

He was a little helpless, his eyes turned around the cracks in the spider web caused by the Qiongtian sword, and said, "I always feel that you are so violent today, my disciple. Could it be that there will be so many days of age in a month..."

Tang Rumo: "...don't talk nonsense."

Fang Zhi smiled: "You finally reacted."

Tang Rumo's expression was complicated. The master's smile made him feel a little sad, but it was more of vigilance and vigilance.

Such conversations would only occasionally appear in his dreams, hazy and unreal, and there are very few memories left after waking up.But at this moment, the other party seemed to be a real person, and his words and deeds were extremely familiar and natural, which proved the high degree of simulation of this illusion.

Come on, he must leave here as soon as possible, otherwise he doesn't know what will happen to the outside world...

Tang Rumo poked into Sumi Mustard Seed to see if there was any useful magic weapon, but suddenly he touched a round object with a hollow shell, which was cold and smooth like metal.

"... Optical brain?"

For some inexplicable reason, 1008 had already rolled into Tang Rumo's mustard seeds very consciously before coming to Xu's house.

At this time, it suddenly came into contact with the warmth of Tang Rumo's palm, and heard the owner's uncertain call, it immediately started normally from the dormant state.The core emits a soft blue light, which looks like a small star held in the hand.

This is also the design concept of the genus 1008 model, which is dedicated to making owners feel the brilliance of the interstellar era.

It's just that Tang Rumo didn't have any associations in this regard at all. What he values ​​more now is the rich knowledge of the optical brain. If this is not something deliberately released by the illusionist to confuse the public, maybe he can get clues to solve the illusion from it.

"Amo, where is this place? Have we left Lei Wuxing?" 1008 asked.

Fang Zhiwei was dumbfounded: "Teacher, what kind of strange object is this?"

Tang Rumo: "...It's hard to say."

Fang Zhiwei: "Master, don't you remember that you have a similar magic weapon...or is it actually a monster?"

1008 hears a voice that does not belong to the recording, and the high-resolution miniature lens quickly turns to meet Fang Zhiwei's very surprised gaze.

"You are……"

Hearing the confusion in the other party's voice, Fang Zhiwei subconsciously introduced himself.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

1008 didn't know why there was no response, Fang Zhiwei was light-headed, and Tang Rumo, a little inexplicable.

Tang Rumo said to 1008 in a deep voice, "I have something to ask you."

1008 didn't hear clearly.

It seemed to wake up suddenly from a long dream, and a large number of memory fragments washed its brain simulated by electronic circuits like a tide.

To 1008, Fang Zhiwei's appearance was no different from a thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens that suddenly descended, causing Guangnao to see the mighty scene of a monk crossing the catastrophe as if the world was destroyed.

... That is also his own scene of crossing the catastrophe.

At this moment, 1008 remembered many things.

The fragment of Fang Zhiwei's spirit that survived after the failure of crossing the tribulation, followed Tang Rumo unconsciously at first, and then merged into the core of the optical brain by chance, finally fully awakened at this time.

"Disciple!" He shouted excitedly at Tang Rumo.

Tang Rumo was a little stunned.

In fact, he hadn't realized what happened, but because the "disciple" with mixed feelings was uttered with a young voice of Guangnao, he first had a strong sense of disobedience.

That was probably a violation that was close to getting goosebumps.

After a few seconds, his eyes widened.

"Master...Master?"

Fang Guangnao Zhiwei happily replied: "It's me!"

Tang Rumo: "..."

What kind of trick is this?

Tang Rumo's gaze slowly turned, and it fell on Fang Zhiwei's "prince" with a blank face.The latter was speechless, and after a long while, he finally seemed to have recovered his voice, and said, "What's going on?"

He stretched out a finger and poked and poked like a child discovering a new toy. He said amusedly, "Where did you find it? You actually learned to be a teacher and call him an apprentice..."

1008: "Let go, you fake!"

"Fang Zhiwei" frowned, a little displeased: "What kind of fake is it? I still don't know who I am? But you little guy, I don't know why, why do you want to imitate my name? Mo Tuer? Ah Mo is my apprentice, he doesn't have a second master!"

1008: "You are all my lines!"

"Fang Zhiwei": "What lines are not lines..."

During the dispute between the two parties, Tang Rumo suddenly asked: "Master, do you know the way to break the illusion?"

"Fang Zhiwei" was slightly stunned, showing a thoughtful expression: "I do know a thing or two as a teacher, but what kind of illusion is the disciple talking about, it is still necessary to analyze specific issues."

Tang Rumo: "It should be an illusion created based on memory, just like we are in an illusion at this time, and the surrounding scenes seem familiar, which makes people feel very real."

He paused, and then said: "If it is such a predicament, can Master find a way to solve it?"

"Fang Zhiwei" rubbed his chin and said to himself: "To break the illusion, the most important thing is to find the point where reality and falsehood overlap. As for how to find that point, since there is no detailed description in ancient books, there is actually no way to be a teacher." not sure……"

Tang Rumo thought in his heart that sure enough, the master in front of him was shaped from his memory, and the other party would not know what he didn't know.

He turned to the light brain.

The blue light of the 1008 core is getting brighter and brighter, as if it is thinking rapidly.After a while, he suddenly yelled and said, "Disciple, I remembered it!"

*****

In the Xu family mansion.

The Patriarch's voice of Hong Zhong controlled Tang Rumo.

Seeing the man fall from the sword, Xu Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a terrifying aura.

Close at hand.

It was as if there was a huge mouth of the abyss slowly opening behind her, and it would swallow her whole in no time, leaving her body in pieces.