I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 893 Three Hundred Years of Magic Formation
The whole Yun'an Temple is a phantom array.
The moment Wei Changtian heard this sentence, one can imagine how surprised Wei Changtian was.

He originally thought that the phantom formation was the Great Hall of Great Heroes, and the moment he entered the phantom was considered a phantom.

But I never thought that the whole Yun'an Temple was actually a phantom formation.

As Puxuan said, if this is the case, then he would have already been in the illusion.

The pilgrims, monks, and every plant and tree in the temple are all illusory things in this illusion.

Good guy, is the pen so big?

It took only one night before and after, and such a large formation was actually arranged?
Wait, something seems wrong.
As Wei Changtian's expression gradually changed from surprise to astonishment, he seemed to have thought of something.

Obviously, in just one night, it is undoubtedly impossible to quietly arrange such a huge phantom array.

And this means that this formation has long existed.

Well, the so-called Yun'an Temple.
"There is no Yun'an Temple at all."

Looking at Puxuan who didn't know if there really was such a "person", Wei Changtian's pupils narrowed slightly: "Or the so-called Yun'an Temple is actually just an illusion that fooled everyone?"

"Yes."

On the opposite side, Puxuan saw that Wei Changtian had guessed the truth, so he didn't hide anything anymore.

"This is just a phantom array, but it's just covered by a temple."

"As a person born out of this magic formation, I have been staying here since the moment I was born, and more than three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Unexpectedly, no one has seen through this formation in three hundred years. Sometimes even I myself can't tell whether it is real or not."

"Well, maybe things in this world are like this, if you look at the truth, it will be true, and if you look at it, it will be false."

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Sighing slightly, Pu Xuan had a very complicated expression on his face.

A little dazed, a little calm, a little regretful.

And Wei Changtian looked at him like this, and listened to his rather mysterious words, at this time he roughly guessed the truth about this Yun'an Temple.

To put it simply, someone set up this huge illusion array here three hundred years ago.

It is unknown what the man wanted to do with this formation, but in order to deceive others, he disguised the formation as a temple.

It is not accurate to say that it is "disguised". Strictly speaking, it should be "illusion".

Temples, pavilions, flowers and trees, monks and monks, everything in the temple is fake, only the pilgrims who come and go are real.

As long as the people of Linchuan City step into the gate of the temple, they will enter the illusion.

They burn incense and worship Buddha in false temples, kowtow to false Buddha statues, and talk to false monks.

As for what their "bodies" were doing at this time, Wei Changtian didn't know.

Maybe it's standing there blankly, maybe it's wandering around like a headless chicken in an open space with nothing.

But the moment they finished burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and walked out of Yun'an Temple, they left the illusion and returned to reality.

No one knows that everything they have just experienced is fake.

Because what they see and hear are all "real" feelings.

When the true and the false have reached the level of being indistinguishable, perhaps the true and the false are no longer important.

Just like Pu Xuan said.

What is true is true, what is false is false.
".I understand."

With a wry smile, Wei Changtian didn't know what mood he was in right now.

He didn't seem to care that he had fallen into a fatal situation, and after a long silence, he said slowly:
"So, the person who controls this formation is that old beggar?"

"Yes."

Pu Xuan nodded: "His name is Guan Kong."

"Guan Kong. What a bald donkey."

Wei Changtian muttered, and then asked: "But didn't you just say that this formation has been around for three hundred years? How did he live for so long?"

"The person who was in charge before was not him."

Puxuan answered every question: "Fifty years ago, the last leader of the formation died, so he took control of the formation."

"Oh"

Wei Changtian looked up at Puxuan, and asked again: "Then he is really your elder brother?"

"I'm just an imaginary person, where can I have relatives."

There was a hint of loneliness in Puxuan's eyes: "It's him who made me call him that, maybe it's to make up for some regret."

Make up for regrets?

The old beggar's younger brother died, so he made a fake one in the phantom array to masturbate?
Shaking his head, Wei Changtian was too lazy to care about these minutiae, but suddenly smiled for no reason and asked the last question.

"The things you just said. Did you say them, or did he say them?"

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you said?Or did he say it?
At first glance, Wei Changtian's question seems a bit out of the question, but it actually has a lot of meaning when you think about it carefully.

If Puxuan was really just an incorporeal body created by the magic formation, then his "life and death", and even his every move should be under the old beggar's control.

But Wei Changtian didn't think that the latter would explain so much to him at such a juncture, after all, he didn't have the protagonist aura of "the villain dies because of talking too much".

so.
"it's me."

The next moment, Puxuan's answer confirmed Wei Changtian's guess.

really.

Although I don't know the reason, Puxuan, who should have no "personal will", unexpectedly gave birth to "thinking" during the long three hundred years.

And the reason why he can talk so much is probably because he can't talk about these things with others, and now it's rare for a "dying person" to listen to him rambling.

"You or that Guankong seems to think that I can't escape from this formation."

Slowly raising the Longquan sword, after chatting for a long time, Wei Changtian finally made another move.

Countless long swords hovering in mid-air began to gather together, forming a dense sword net behind him, and the sword light gradually spread to the surroundings, and soon a silver sword array was formed in the vast golden light.

At the same time, the tall Buddha statue also stepped down from the lotus seat, and looked down at Wei Changtian who was like an ant, just like the Tathagata Buddha who suppressed Monkey King for five hundred years with his palm in Journey to the West.

The aura of the second-rank realm surged wildly, Wei Changtian turned to look at the golden Buddha statue, took a deep breath, and prepared to dash out.

But before he could move, Puxuan's sigh sounded behind him.

"Oh, it's useless."

"This is a phantom array. Everything you see and hear is illusory, which also means that he can create anything he wants."

"True immortals, true Buddhas, true gods...all of these can appear in front of you."

"Here, he is the way of heaven."

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Obviously, no matter how many "miracles" Wei Changtian had created before, Puxuan still didn't think he had the slightest chance of escape.

Even Wei Changtian himself was not particularly confident.

But it's all like this anyway, so you can't just accept your fate and wait for death.

"The way of heaven?"

With a sneer, Wei Changtian didn't look back, but suddenly turned into a black shadow and shot out, wrapping countless long swords and rushing straight towards the golden Buddha statue.

"Heaven is a fart!"

(End of this chapter)