Memoirs of the Emperor of Heaven

The man sighed.

"How many years have you lived in seclusion in this deep palace, and it's rare to see a fellow clan. I didn't want you to die so quickly. But you are so ignorant—"

As he said that, he shot suddenly, thunderous, and the surrounding deep mountains and old forests instantly turned into a sea of ​​swords and swords, shaking non-stop.Those thousands of three-inch long swords and knives seemed to cut through all obstacles and smash all forces.

Ye Fan was terrified.Although this is the first level of illusion, the powerful power contained in it can actually move such a simple illusion to such a realistic level!

He restrained his mind and silently recited the formula for the illusion that his master taught him. The phantoms of mountains of swords and seas that emerged in the void slowly shattered and turned into flowers all over the mountains and plains, golden wild chrysanthemums, white thorn roses, purple chrysanthemums. Malan flowers, with the green grass all over the mountains and plains as the background color, constitute a gorgeous and magnificent picture, adorning the vast wilderness like stars embellishing the blue sky, which is fascinating.

The fragrance of flowers strikes people and touches the hearts of the people. It looks beautiful, but in fact it contains toxins and hidden murderous intentions. It will invade the lungs of the enemy without anyone noticing it, causing them to lose their sanity.Ordinary people are engrossed in facing the mountains of swords and seas before, but they tend to relax their vigilance when facing such beautiful scenery.From one point of view, the illusion created by Ye Fan is even better.

This is a duel between illusion and illusion, ethereal and real.

The man let out a "Hey", and there was admiration in his tone.

"I didn't expect your talent to be so high."

He closed the illusion, and his body suddenly appeared in front of Ye Fan, and he slashed away with his palm, like a thousand thunderbolts, the force of the palm was just released, already making people suffocate.With a thought in his mind, Ye Fan waved his palms to greet him.

With a loud bang, the big tree behind him was split in two.Ye Fan staggered back about ten steps, his face was pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The man looked at him quietly, but did not move again.

Ye Fan struggled to get up, he knew that if the person in front of him wanted to kill him, it would be easier than crushing an ant.At this moment, his life is spared, I'm afraid it's for--

"Give up, I won't betray my master!"

Leaning his back against the big tree on the other side, Ye Fan said while panting heavily.

It's nothing more than a torture that is worse than death, so why should he be afraid.

The man listened, but instead of getting angry, he smiled slightly.

"High talent and conscience, very good."

Seeing him praising himself, Ye Fan couldn't help but bewildered, and looked up at him.

"How about you abandon your master and accept me as your master?"

Ye Fan's first thought was whether there was something wrong with this person.

Or is it his rule of accepting apprentices that he beats the person he likes half to death first?

He stared at him for a long time, his heart racing, and hundreds of thoughts flashed through him in an instant.

The person on the other side is too powerful, and any attempt to resist is like hitting a stone with a pebble.

Finally, he asked honestly, "Why?"

The man said: "Do you know what the highest level of illusion of the fox clan, the fourth level, looks like?"

Ye Fan said: "The highest level of illusion, if used to create illusions, can make people fall into the void, be mesmerized, and unable to extricate themselves; if it is used to charm people's hearts, it can completely confuse people's minds and make them believe in themselves. All actions are from the heart."

The man smiled slightly: "Unexpectedly, you know a lot. Did your master tell you?"

Ye Fan said: "Of course. Although my strength is weak, my master can activate the fourth-level illusion. My master is very powerful. If you hurt me, he will definitely not let you go."

He thought, this person seems to be very afraid of the master, and it is good to scare the master.

The man sighed: "You little cunning, you are dishonest again. I don't know how powerful your master is, but he is not a fox clan. Although he taught you some things, he probably doesn't know how to use illusion at all, right? "

Ye Fan vomited in his heart: "You know everything, and you still ask questions, are you in a panic?"

Of course, he would not dare to say these words.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the man was a little impatient, and said proudly:

"Others kneel down and kowtow three times, begging me to accept you as an apprentice, but I still don't like it. If it weren't for your talent, do you think I would propose to accept you as an apprentice?"

Ye Fan's habit of being mean-spirited again: "You are so powerful, why are you hiding in the palace?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself ten times.

Hearing what he said, the man didn't intend to kill him, but felt rather disappointed.Ye Fan heard him muttering to himself as if alone:

"It's true, but it's just the glory of the past. No matter how much you mention it, it will only make the younger generation laugh."

He sneaked a glance at the man, and seeing that he didn't intend to get angry, he was a little relieved.

Seeing the man's distraught look, he actually felt some sympathy, thinking that this man must have been a powerful character back then, and now that he's in such a miserable state, he must be very uncomfortable even if he wanted to take in an apprentice. So he thought about it, and said:

"Senior, as the saying goes, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, maybe you will turn around one day, and there is no need to be so self-pitying."

Ye Fan thought of his master, although he had great mana, he was still hiding, probably similar to the situation of the person in front of him. With such an association, he forgot the fact that this person wanted to kill him before.

The man's face was displeased: "Are you sympathizing with me?"

Ye Fan wanted to slap himself ten times again.

Let you talk too much!Let you talk too much!

Having said that, this person is too difficult to serve, he is eccentric.The master is still more talkative.

I just heard the man say quietly: "No matter how down and out I am, I can't turn to you, a bastard fox, to sympathize with me."

Ye Fan said: "What kind of bastards are not bastards? They speak so badly. The purebred white foxes died out millions of years ago..."

He still hasn't finished his sentence, I'm a bastard, aren't you?No one scolds himself.

He had already guessed that the person in front of him must be from the fox family. This sentence was purely casual and did not mean to offend.Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his neck with one hand.

Ye Fan's face turned pale with fright, and he only had time to scream when he grabbed his neck with his claws and lifted him up. He could only struggle feebly, feeling a burst of pain and suffocation.

Seeing that the strength in the man's hand was getting stronger and stronger, he thought desperately that he was dead this time, and he would never be able to go back to see the master again. He suddenly felt his neck loosen and fell to the ground.

He crawled to the side, gasping for breath, his flushed face slowly returned to normal.

I made a mistake just now, what kind of yin and yang is strange, this person is obviously a complete lunatic, a lunatic!

Ye Fan, who had narrowly escaped death, crawled to the side, not daring to say a word.He really didn't know what to say and what not to say.

The man seemed to have regained his composure, and his gestures began to become noble and elegant again.Ye Fan cursed in his heart, no matter how glamorous a lunatic is, he is also a lunatic!

He looked at Ye Fan with a regretful and sincere tone.

"It's okay if you don't want to take me as your teacher, but your master's illusion is only superficial, and I'm afraid he stole it from the fox clan. It's a waste of your talent to be under his command. "

Ye Fan didn't dare to answer, so he could only hum and chirp.

That person doesn't seem to be planning to kill him, that's good.

He glanced at Ye Fan and said, "If you don't want to today, if you figure it out in the future, you can still come to me."

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly, thinking in his heart, you should hurry up, I will never come to you in this life.

The man said: "Shouldn't you tell your master what happened today?"

Ye Fan quickly said: "No, no, senior, please rest assured."

The man smiled slightly at him: "I'm sorry you didn't dare. When I used illusion on you just now, I happened to know the biggest secret in your heart. If you are not afraid of me telling your master..."

Ye Fan didn't believe it, he could have no secret at all.The man looked at his face, smiled ambiguously, leaned close to his ear, and said in a barely audible voice:

"Are you happy with your master?"

Ye Fan's expression changed upon hearing this!

He took a breath and argued, "Master is master, what nonsense are you talking about!"

When he said this, he just felt very guilty.

The man said quietly: "Yes, master master, you are a teacher for one day and a father for life. You should respect it and don't be profane in the slightest. Not to mention that you and your master are both men, and you are respected by the world. Disgraceful, if your master finds out about your thoughts, would he still recognize you as an apprentice?"

Beads of sweat rolled down Ye Fan's forehead, but he still forced his mouth and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about, senior."

The man suddenly changed the subject.

"You really don't want to learn the highest-level illusion of the fox clan with me?"

Ye Fan asked back: "There are so many spells in the world, why do I have to learn this?"

The man said: "Your blood is impure, your natural aptitude is limited, and your spiritual power cannot be improved. Most of your current spiritual power is passed on to you by your master. Am I right?"

Ye Fan said, "Not bad."

The man continued: "You are not good at cultivating spiritual power, but your talent for illusion is extremely high. Illusion does not require much spiritual power to stimulate it, so it is most suitable for you to practice. Given time, your achievements may not be inferior to the history of the monster race." The one on..."

Having said that, he paused, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

Ye Fan asked uninterestedly, "Which one?"

The man didn't answer what he said, but continued on by himself.

"The reason why I advise you to practice the fourth level of illusion is because you will be able to use it someday."

Ye Fan couldn't help but become curious after hearing his firm statement.

"Why do I have to use it?"

The man spoke softly, his tone full of temptation,

"Everyone in the world suffers from love. The word love does not know where it comes from, where it lives, and where it ends, but it goes deeper and deeper. Not to mention secular taboos, but if your master has another heart, you can't ask for it." , unable to let go, tossing and turning, depressed in the heart, so what should I do?"

Ye Fan felt lost and said, "What else can I do."

The man said: "If the illusion is learned to the extreme, it can be used to confuse people's hearts. Fake ones can also come true."

Ye Fan seemed to wake up from a dream: "You mean—"

The man smiled and nodded: "What do you think?"

Ye Fan collected himself, and said loudly: "Fake is fake, if it can't become real, I don't care about it!"

The man sighed: "Young man, you still have too little experience. If you live to my age, you will know that there is nothing more terrifying than loneliness in the long years. If you have the person in your heart by your side, even if you It’s a fake, a substitute, and that’s much better than nothing, and life will go by a little faster.”

Ye Fan stubbornly lowered his head and didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't answer or force him, the man turned around and drifted away, disappearing after a while.

Seeing that he had finally left, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the big tree and collapsed, but heard an indistinct voice coming from afar.

"You will come to me one day."