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Chapter 103 The Three Views Collapse
The monks woke up from a dream, and helped each other to walk towards the fruit boat that didn't look very reliable.

A woman in red with a bone umbrella condensed on the blood river, her eyes fluttered, her eyes were like silk, and her breath was like blue.

The two bloodstains in front of his eyes made people tremble.

"I'm alone, I'm so lonely~" The red rain fell on her cheeks, as if tears of blood flowed from her eyes, "You guys stay with me, okay?"

The phantom frowned, seemingly crying.

Everyone except Xie Xiaobai couldn't help but be amazed.

"Hey, I really don't want to spoil this sad and beautiful painting style, but who told you to come here to harm the innocent people in Yuncheng." Xie Xiaobai shrugged, and the black robe on his body was automatic.

The place where the phantom was standing began to change, and a cup made of a giant orange radiated golden light, enveloping her.

Xie Xiaobai snapped his fingers in front of all the monks, "Come back to your senses, the beauty is gone."

The yin doctors in the pupils of the monks dissipated and bowed to Xie Xiaobai, "Thank you, senior."

"Oh, what time is it? Don't worry about these etiquette anymore, go!" Xie Xiaobai flicked his sleeves, and the bodies of the low-ranking monks flew into the air and landed on the banana boat.

A group of monks took a boat to the other side of the river.

They only took a step forward before disappearing into this illusion.

"What the hell is this, it stained my most beloved dress." The phantom's bone umbrella broke through the solid outer skin of the giant orange, and the whole giant orange exploded in place, the juice splashed all over the place, and the fragrance of oranges was everywhere .

Holding a bone umbrella, the phantom floated in mid-air, and looked at Xie Xiaobai with a pair of winking eyes, "Wood system retaining dreams? Are you Liu Mengyan's disciple? Liumeng Palace teaches you the art of retaining dreams, which is for you to use it to let go Repaired it?"

Xie Xiaobai smiled and said: "If I say that I am a Daoist, would you believe me?"

Huanmo looked at Xie Xiaobai as if he was looking at a beloved toy, and was as happy as a child over 300 years old, "Oh, I don't care who you are, I just know that your devilish aura is delicious~ "

"Since you let those little guys go, you will replace them and stay here forever, turning them into the nourishment of my illusion." She looked at Xie Xiaobai tenderly, whispering softly, without any sign of trouble.

Suddenly, the river of blood poured back, and the red rain flowed backwards.

Xie Xiaobai attacked.

The pastries piled up the city wall, and the cream moat flowed around the outside of the wall, blocking all bloody winds from the outside world.

Xie Xiaobai's sand-sculpted gourmet castle stands in the illusion of phantoms. The strange painting style is incompatible with the entire illusion, like a horror film scene suddenly mixed into a fairy tale scene.

The phantom couldn't help but said: "You demon cultivator, what the hell are you thinking about all day long! Why is the phantom full of food?"

The illusion reflects the state of mind and aspirations of the creator of the illusion. The illusion has lived a miserable life these years, and once it is free, it wants to bring suffering to others.

As for Xie Xiaobai——

"Probably because I have a deep love for food?" Xie Xiaobai said.

Xie Xiaobai was about to fight back when he sensed the aura of a Golden Core cultivator approaching them very quickly.

"Here comes another handsome young gentleman~" Huanmo covered his mouth and smiled.

She held the bone umbrella in one hand, and called out the Shuiyue Mirror with the other, her charming voice suddenly turned sharp, "It seems that I have to be more serious."

As soon as the water moon mirror comes out, the blood mist hides the moon.

The thick blood mist obscured Xie Xiaobai's vision and shielded her consciousness, so that she could no longer sense the position of the approaching person.

When Xie Xiaobai came to his senses, he was already tied up on an isolated island by layers of chains, and the sounds of women sobbing one after another echoed in his ears.

The only light source in the space is the waning moon hanging in the night sky.

Through the bloody moonlight, Xie Xiaobai could see the blood river reflecting the blooming Manzhu Shahua on the bank.

There was the sound of chains dragging behind her, presumably that unlucky Golden Core cultivator also entered this illusion.

The two of them were tied together, and when the other moved forward, Xie Xiaobai was dragged backward.

Xie Xiaobai said: "Fellow Daoist, don't move around, I can break this chain."

The male cultivator suddenly stiffened.

"Fellow?"

The male cultivator was silent for a long time before saying: "Master, I am Qingyue."

The chains on Xie Xiaobai's body burst into flames, transmitting warmth to the skin she touched.

The chains melted, and Xie Xiaobai moved his hands and feet that were not injured by the mysterious fire.

She praised: "You can control Xuanhuo to such an extent, it seems that you have done well the after-school homework I assigned you over the years."

Qingyue didn't speak.

At some point, the phantom stood on the river of blood and broke the touching reunion of Xie Xiaobai's master and apprentice.

"You guys are actually masters and apprentices? Interesting, interesting!" She leaned close to Qingyue's ear and whispered softly, "Young gentleman, do you know that your mentor has become enchanted?"

Qing Yue's mysterious fire directly ignited Huan Mo's hair.

"My hair!" The phantom's bone umbrella turned into a bone blade, cutting off the scorched hair.

Xie Xiaobai looked at the right time, mobilized his spiritual power, and attacked the waning moon in the sky.

"No—" Seeing that the situation was wrong, the phantom hurriedly chased after Xie Xiaobai.

The Xuanhuo in Qingyue's palm blocked the phantom's way.

Xie Xiaobai rose from the sky, and a kitchen knife appeared in his hand, splitting the only light source in this space in half.

The whole space began to shatter.

"How could you know..." Before the phantom could say anything, he bled from his orifices and fell to the ground without a sound.

"Today's task of eradicating harm for the people has been completed. The life of my generation of monks is so simple and boring." Xie Xiaobai put away his weapon, patted the dust on his body, and went to pick up the water moon mirror that the phantom demon had left on the ground.

A cloud of flames surrounded the mirror, preventing her hand from getting any closer.

"What? This disciple wants to take this mirror back to please his wife?" Xie Xiaobai winked at Qingyue, "Your Taoist companion is a Taoist cultivator. If you want this thing, you won't be able to play its role."

Qingyue was not in the mood to joke with Xie Xiaobai.

He found that the master he had always respected became a demon cultivator, and he also hated the technique of retaining dreams, and his three views collapsed for a while.

"Master, is 'becoming a demon' the way you said, the way to improve your cultivation?" He asked Xie Xiaobai in disbelief.

Xie Xiaobai pulled off the hood that covered his face, and said with a smile: "Qingyue, you may have misunderstood me. Xie's family was originally a dark line that Liumeng Palace planted in Central Continent. The relationship between you and me is far more than just a teacher. It's as simple as that."

After the words fell, they were already in the illusion constructed by Xie Xiaobai.

The sky is full of snow, the noisy crowd, and the bustling city of lights.

A leafy spirit boat leans towards the corner of Anfang City, and smoke rises from the spirit boat.

In front of the spirit boat, there was an old wooden table, beside which sat Qingyue.

Xie Xiaobai walked out from the spirit boat, put a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in front of Qingyue, and said, "The mission of my teacher is to guide you on the path of magic and return to Liumeng Palace."

(End of this chapter)