The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

"Who are you? Why did you bring us here?" Yang Wentuo's expression was gloomy, and a fierce sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Are you, the one who intends to break the seal?"

The ethereal and overlapping echoes chuckled a few times, which was not unpleasant, but an inexplicable chill piercing through the mind was creepy.

He didn't answer directly, the laughter was the default.

"Why are you doing this?"

Is it really as the fourth child guessed, in order to attain Taoism and become immortal?

"It's not that I intend to break the seal." Ethereal Echo chuckled, "There are many people in this world who want to ascend to the Tao. As a god, I naturally want to fulfill the wishes of those mortals and let the true energy of the world return."

Yang Wentuo sneered: "This Shangxian really has a kind heart."

"Holy Majesty's praise."

Leng Yin continued to sneer: "Shangxian helps me wait for ordinary people to realize their wishes. I don't know what profit there is?"

Cascading Echo said bluntly: "Of course I practice for myself."

"Your Majesty," he chuckled again, "I have an interesting story, and I don't know if telling it will please the Sacred Heart."

Yang Wentuo's Wenya's brows and eyes were full of sharpness, shining with a cold light like a sword: "Say!"

"Your Majesty, do you know where I come from?"

"I don't know."

Hui Yin didn't care about his indifferent attitude, and continued to laugh: "Everyone has something in their heart that they want to have or are afraid of, if that person is too persistent about it for a long time, it will melt away after a long time. For the heart demon. No matter the monk or mortal, it is difficult to escape."

"And I am the demon of someone's obsession with delusion."

Yang Wentuo sneered: "It turns out that the Shangxian is not a human, but a demon. And he is a useless demon."

Inner demons are the greatest fears in people's hearts, or extravagant hopes that cannot be expected.

"What the Holy Majesty said is very true." The heart demon didn't care about his ridicule, and seemed to accept it no matter what he said.

"My cultivation base is low, so I have to do everything possible to practice, hoping that one day I can get rid of the original body and transform the spirit into form."

Can the heart demon be transformed into a real body after being cultivated at a high level?

Yang Wentuo was slightly taken aback, he didn't know much about cultivating Taoism, and he didn't know the truth of what he said.

The inner demon continued: "After I came to this world, I found a place with acceptable spiritual power and suitable for cultivation. So I practiced in that place, and listened to the wishes of mortals by the way, and helped them realize their delusions."

"Fengshan Village?" Yang Wentuo sneered, "That backcountry where birds don't lay eggs is quite suitable for a useless waste like you."

In the past, he mostly put on the appearance of a modest gentleman. Although he likes to be teased and provoked, he has a good sense of proportion and his words will not be too malicious.

At this time, the appearance peeled off, revealing the cruelty and sharpness in it, and the words and sentences were all cold words like knives and swords, and the swords and swords pierced straight into people's hearts.

The heart demon sighed, with a bit of helplessness towards the other party in his tone: "The way the Holy One is angry is also so lovable. But I still hope that the Boshen can smile."

So he continued to tell the story that hoped to please the Sacred Heart: "The magic circle in Fengshan Village was destroyed by the Taoist Lord, so I had to leave. After arriving in Liangzhou, I heard some people in the gap between the dream and the world. His delusions. His delusions are too persistent, to the point where he falls into a dream every night."

"Thinking about it day and night and finally falling into a dream, even in the dream, it is difficult to escape. I feel pity for the misery of the world. Seeing him so persistent, I naturally want to help him. He wants his son's legs to heal, and his love for his son makes me feel I was very moved, so I taught him the exercises that can make Aiko stand up and walk again."

"If he wants to dominate the rivers and lakes, I will teach him the formation that can make the martial arts of his disciples advance by leaps and bounds."

This is what happened to Lei Lixing during the martial arts conference.

in a dream?

Yang Wentuo instantly understood that this demon has no body, but he can enter the dream world.

If the drill bit is so pervasive, it will be really difficult to deal with.

"You can enter the dreamland at will?" He tried to ask.

I didn't expect that the other party would truthfully explain my details, and I didn't expect the demon to answer every question: "Of course, you need someone who is so obsessed that you think about it every day and dream at night. Ordinary dreams are weird and meaningless. , Why should I waste time doing these futile things."

He smiled contemptuously: "So I still like mortals to kneel at my feet. If you have any wishes, tell me directly. If you are sincere, I am also happy to wish them their dreams come true."

"You don't even have a body, you're disabled from birth, where did you get your feet?" Yang Wentuo mocked every sentence with harsh sarcasm.

"That's why I practice diligently, and I don't feel tired for a day." The demon in my heart didn't care. Come to the Holy One."

"My mana was weak before, and I didn't even have the ability to let the Holy One know of my existence."

These words were a bit ambiguous, Yang Wentuo frowned slightly.

The inner demon continued: "Xie Guanbai is also the same. He wants to become a hero of the generation. First he wants peerless martial arts, and later he wants to seek revenge from the Holy One. I also taught him the exercises and formations."

"I helped many mortals realize their wishes. They believed in me more and more, built temples for me, and paid more and more incense. I finally obtained the power to move mountains and fill seas. I can also arrange magic circles to attract Dingxiang Evil energy, speeding up the destruction of Jedi Tiantong's formation."

"The evil spirit can also seduce the delusional thoughts in people's hearts. The deeper the delusional thoughts, the stronger the attachment, and the stronger the power of vows. The more cultivation I can gain from it."

"Aren't you afraid that one day, other people will have a demon in their hearts and rob you of these things? Then you can steal chickens and lose money." Yang Wentuo mocked, but there was a trace of doubt in his heart.

Build him a temple?Offering incense?

This heart demon had his own ruined temple in Fengshan Village, which was later burned down.

There are indeed more and more fairy temples built by the people, but half of them are some gods believed by local residents, and half are Guoshi temples. Which fake god is this demon in disguise?

He will send someone to burn his ruined temple to ashes tomorrow.

"Most people in the world today kneel at my feet and make wishes. Even if there are people whose obsession is so deep that they give birth to demons, they will not pose any threat to me." The demon's tone was arrogant and cold, and the echo echoed in the ears, making people feel chills running down the spine .

"There are temples dedicated to me everywhere in Dayan, and even the Holy One has visited."

Yang Wentuo's heart suddenly trembled.

There are not many fairy temples he has stepped into, most of them are small roadside temples, either for shelter from the rain or for a rest during the journey.

And there are immortal temples everywhere, only...

The inner demon seemed to be intentional, and laughed a few times: "My story is half told, I don't know what the Holy One thinks."

"Not much. It's as dull as water, just like you trash, and it's no fun at all."

"I'm deeply sorry for not being able to please the Sacred Heart." Senhan's overlapping echoes made a pretentious sigh, "But the other half of what I'm going to say next, the Holy Majesty must be interested."

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of water in the dead and chaotic world, like toes stepping on the water surface, stirring up circles of ripples.

Something is coming out?

"Isn't the Holy One curious, who am I with the persistent delusions in my heart?"

"Ah Ji," Chi Si pulled him abruptly, "The so-called gap between the dream and the present world is a dream that has not yet formed, and it is still a dream. What you see and hear in the dream is not real."

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go out of the dream first and come back to the present world to find a way to deal with him. Don't take the things in the dream seriously."

"Hahahaha," the heart demon laughed wantonly and arrogantly: "Why, Chi Daojun, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, will be afraid at this moment."

"Are you afraid that the things in the dream of the Holy Admiral will be taken seriously, or are you afraid that the Holy Admiral will know the truth?"

"The story I told just now, although it failed to please the Holy One, may remind Chi Daojun, and it will not be a waste of my efforts."

"Ah Ji, the situation in this dream is not good, we have to wake up quickly." Chi Si pulled Yang Wentuo, intending to cast a spell to forcefully escape.

As soon as he turned around, the ethereal voice behind him suddenly changed.

The cascading accents disappeared, and the ethereal spirit swayed away, like feathers fluttering in the air falling into the lake, soaked in water, and gained a steady weight.

The deja vu voice reveals its true accent.

"Aji, can you take a look back at me? It's hard for me to have this chance to meet you. I want you to know my existence."

"Ah Ji!" Chi Si's voice trembled slightly, a little panicked: "Don't look back! Don't listen to him!"

He repeated eagerly again: "This is just a dream, what you see and hear in the dream is not real!"

Even though Chi Si tried his best to stop it, the voice behind him was exactly the same as the one next to his ear, and Yang Wentuo couldn't help but look back.

He turned his head involuntarily, and saw the familiar faces behind him at a glance.

Xinmo is tall and thin, as clear as pine and bamboo, and is dressed in a spotless white dress with dark lines floating, and the brilliance is flowing and fairy-like.

The clean silver crown is tied in a bun, the blue hair is like a waterfall, and a few strands of temple hair hang on the shoulders, giving it a graceful and elegant look.

However, his facial features are too handsome, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and his beautiful eyebrows reveal his own heart, and he can't restrain his wanton arrogance.

It doesn't look like a fairy with a clear charm, but it looks like a seductive, enchanting ghost in a painting that bites the bones and sucks the marrow.

Yang Wentuo's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say the name of the person who accompanied him day and night - Chi Si.

A voice said: "Ah Ji, he just transformed my appearance. Don't look at him!"

Another voice that was exactly the same laughed and said, "Ah Ji, I will tell you the remaining half of the story now, hoping to please Sacred Heart."

"I am Daoist Chi's heart demon." The heart demon smiled frivolously, and his wanton posture was exactly the same as Chi Si himself, "The Taoist master is profound, his cultivation has already been completed but he has not yet broken through. He has stopped on the road for too long. The obsession to cross the catastrophe and break through the realm was smoldering in my heart, so I was born in my heart."

He raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Chi Si with a haughty smile: "Mr. Dao, I am you, and you are me."