I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

"It was found."

A cloud of black mist gradually took shape, and a man wearing a black hat appeared from behind Su Yu. Su Ye pointed directly at his heart, and an inch further forward would pierce the phantom.

He Yang squinted his eyes, the atmosphere was tense.

With pale fingers, he lifted the bamboo hat, revealing a sickly face. Due to not seeing the sun all year round, the Mozun's face was bloodless.Suye's blue light became more intense, but he became more calm, and looked at He Yang provocatively: "I guess Qing Wujun dare not do anything, but your little apprentice is still in my hands."

He Yang pursed his lips and remained silent. The two sides were at a stalemate. He wasn't worried that Su Yu would be in danger, but that the Demon Lord in the illusion was just a phantom, and the Yin-Yang illusion couldn't bear it if they fought rashly.

"I knew a long time ago that Lord Qingwu would not be swayed by such trivial matters." Mozun shook his head and chuckled, clasped Su Yu's neck like a ghost, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's up to me."

As soon as the words fell, black mist filled the entire Xinting Mansion, the world was reduced to purgatory, and the surroundings were surrounded by a sea of ​​flames. The scalding temperature scorched the heart and lungs, and even breathing would bring pain.Thousands of years of ice formed under the feet, and the cold air invaded the bone marrow along the ankles, and every step he took had to bear the pain of the bone.

This is the yin-yang illusion that Lord Qingwu faced in the previous life.

"Mr. Qingwu, even if you are ruthless and well-cultivated, you will not be able to escape this yin-yang illusion."

Mozun's voice was ethereal, as if it was close to the ear, but also as if it was far away in the sky, every word and every sentence carried the confidence of being sure to win.

He Yang didn't bother to pay attention to it. After all, villains like to say big things every day before they die. Generally, the more proud they are now, the more miserable their end will be.

He waved the sword in one hand, and Su Ye broke through the thick smoke, and Jiang Lechi appeared on the edge of the cliff three feet away, with iron chains hanging on his body, frost on the ends of his eyelashes, and scorching flames under his feet, the height of the chains was just enough for him to Caught between ice and fire.

"Help me..." Jiang Lechi's voice was weak, as if he had reached the limit his body could bear.

According to the information provided by the system, it is not difficult for He Yang to crack the illusion set by the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord has only one purpose, which is to disturb Lord Qingwu's mind, and take away the primordial spirit to improve his cultivation while he is giving birth to a demon.

"Everything in the world can't escape the word love." He Yang looked around and said to the system in a low voice: "I need to temporarily close the five senses and consciousness of this body. I can't do something that Qing Wujun didn't do in his last life. Repeat the same mistakes."

【Okay, please wait a moment. 】

He Yang closed his eyes and sat on the ground, Su Yejian spontaneously formed a barrier, covering his surroundings.

The discomfort of the soul being pulled away from the body was only for a short moment. He Yang opened his eyes again, and the corners of Jun Qingwu's clothes sitting on the ice were already frozen.

Standing outside the barrier, Su Yu seemed to have grown a lot taller, and his brows and eyes faded away, revealing a faintly beautiful style.

This is what Su Yu looked like in the previous life before he died. He Yang's eyes froze and landed on the intricate red dress.

In the next second, the girdle embroidered with gold thread fell to the ground, and the big red shirt and snow-white undershirt were piled up beside the slender ankles, and the barrier formed by the night was vulnerable.The ruddy toes gradually lost their color when stepping on the hard ice, and the purple lines on the calf spread along the waistline to the chest, painting a complete totem, which became more vivid with each step.

"Su Huaizhi." Su Yu said softly, raised his hand and tore off the bright red hair band, his head full of black hair poured down like a waterfall, and spread to his chest. The people on the ground did not move, did not open their eyes and did not respond.

He Yang frowned, staring at the scene in front of him, very grateful for the choice he made just now, otherwise he would be the one who is suffering now, thanks to the devil who thought of this method.

"You, you...cough cough!" Jiang Lechi's eyelids were heavy, hanging in mid-air and seeing this scene, he almost vomited blood: "I still have a living person here, can you pay attention to the influence."

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This chapter is short, I will kneel down first, I will double update tomorrow, thank you for your support, okay~