A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 461 Mysterious and Mysterious!Who is Su Mo's heart demon?

Dreams and illusions are different.

Yu Wuji and Ye Cansheng entered the illusion one after another.They sat cross-legged, and their expressions did not change much.But Li Ziliang took the initiative to sit under the white jade pillar, and his expression didn't look any different.

Su Mo has not felt much.

At this time, among the four people, he was the only one who was conscious, and Su Mo didn't even feel anything wrong except for the Drunken Soul Fragrance.

However, the real illusion is achieved without your knowing.

The entire hall was almost walked by Su Mo back and forth.

There are a total of [-] white jade pillars, and now there is a monk under almost every pillar.However, Su Mo saw a monk leaving again, and a monk went crazy.

The door of the Dream Palace of Death has never been opened again.

This hall also has an end.All sides are stone walls that reach the sky, and there are many patterns embossed on them.

At this time, Su Mo stood under a stone wall and looked up.

On that painting, there was actually a female nun.However, the nun was only wearing a light veil, half leaning on a huge cloud bed, with a lazy posture.

Curvaceous and visible inside and out.

It should be said that the painting was extremely beautiful, without the slightest hint of obscenity.The beautiful figure of that female cultivator was vividly reflected.

However, when Su Mo looked again, the corner of the female cultivator's mouth twitched.

Because, that turned out to be Mu Jinghong's appearance.

"Hehe!" Su Mo sneered, "How can this level of illusion let me enter the game? Senior Sister Mu is indeed extremely beautiful. But, so what if it is her real body in front of me? She was originally my woman! How could I By charm?"

There was a slight flicker of black light in Su Mo's eyes.

Magic pupil technique!

call--

Look again, the female cultivator on the huge wall disappeared without a trace in an instant, and then was covered by mist again.However, Su Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

chi chi-

From the pupils, two black lights shot out.

chi chi-

The two black rays shot directly at the stone wall.However, apart from the sound penetrating the void, there was no other sound.It turned out that the seemingly substantial wall did not exist at all.

Behind the walls, there is nothingness.

"Humph"!
Su Mo smiled coldly.However, instead of going any further, he turned around.Not long after, another wall appeared in front of his eyes.

Everything on that wall turned out to be a dynamic picture.A one-armed scribe in blue appeared on the wall.It was none other than Wen Muran.

"My lord, don't come here without any harm!" Wen Muran bowed.

"Oh?" Seeing Wen Muran, Su Mo's eyes sparkled, and then he bowed deeply to Wen Muran, "Don't worry, sir, everything is fine!"

"Hehe!" Wen Muran smiled gratifiedly and nodded.

"Sir, Seven Stars broke the cycle of reincarnation back then, and you couldn't be resurrected. But, in Xiao Luo's heart, you will live forever!" Su Mo sighed.

"Haha!" Hearing this, Wen Muran laughed loudly, then turned around and left without saying anything, and disappeared on the wall in an instant.

Su Mo knew that everything was an illusion, and even those illusions might be his own demons.

It's just that he was born from the roulette wheel and died on the roulette wheel.

After many reincarnations and many experiences, it is very difficult for Su Mo to enter the illusion.

Su Mo's realm is of course far inferior to that of the original, but his structure and consciousness have basically reached the level of Mingzun.Therefore, many illusions are useless at all.

However, Wen Muran is his reverse scale.

In a sense, Wen Muran, who is both a master and a father, had a greater impact on him than Mu Jinghong.So at this moment, there was a ripple in Su Mo's heart.

call--

Su Mo shook one hand, and a black flame rose from his palm, rolling directly towards the wall.In an instant, the wall disappeared, and then it was also covered by the mist.

This is equivalent to Su Mo breaking two illusions in a row.

Su Mo turned around and ran towards the wall in the other direction.

There is also a dynamic picture on that wall.However, no one came to Su Mo.It was a scene that Su Mo was very familiar with.

Peach Blossom Town, Ancient Temple, Beggar Gang.

Old Xuan was eloquent and eloquent.The beggars around either laughed or disdained, and then booed together.

coax--

Su Mo seemed to be able to feel the comfort and joy of the laughter.Liangzi, Zhao Xiu and others were all there.The corner of Su Mo's mouth curved again.In the years when he was a beggar, Su Mo occasionally thought about it, there were still many happy things.

Old Xuantou!
Su Mo talked to himself.

Is that old guy really an ordinary beggar?He felt that it should not be that simple.Because Liangzi and Zhao Xiu are all monks.

wow——

Su Mo was thinking about it, but the picture on the wall suddenly changed.

Ok?
Still a temple!

In fact, all these scenes came from Su Mo's own memory.

However, this combination is subconscious.

This ancient temple is better than the ruined temple outside Taohua Town, but it is more vicissitudes.The two old doors are wooden and mottled.The door knocker is even more stained with copper and rust, and the age is unknown.

Under the ancient temple wall, rows of skulls exude a faint golden light.The existence of that ancient temple seems to be suppressing those skulls.

This is the ancient temple in Silent Valley.

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, four columns of characters appeared on the two ancient gates.

The big purple characters are extremely primitive.

From right to left, from top to bottom, they are in order: Baigu Village outside the Wind Wheel Hall, where the emperor will not see his ministers for thousands of years after his death;

All of this is in Su Mo's memory.

However, Su Mo was a little puzzled, how could such a memory be projected.Mu Jinghong and Wen Muran can all be their own demons.

But what happened to the Wind Wheel Palace?

wow -- wow --

The sound of the sea tide echoed in Su Mo's ears.The scene on the wall has begun to change.

The sea, the whirlpool, the boat.

It was a white canoe with a propped canopy.Outside the canopy, there is a light gauze curtain.Light gauze curtains, swaying with the wind.There are no oars on board, let alone a boatman.

Inside the canopy, there was a faint light, and there was a lamp hanging inside.

Su Mo's heart moved, of course he remembered this scene.

This is a mirror image he saw in the ancient temple in Silent Death Valley.

"Do you know who you are? Where do you come from? Where are you going?—" The old voice came from above the sea again.

Then, Su Mo saw the old man lying in the canopy again.White robed, thin, with his eyes closed peacefully, like a corpse, but he seemed to be asleep.

The old man once asked who he was.Su Mo remembered his answer.

"I am me! My name is Su Mo!"

If asked now, Su Mo would actually answer like this.He would not say, I am Xiao Luo, I am Murong, or I am Mingzun.

He was all of those, but his first reaction must be Su Mo.

The same answer has different connotations.

I'm Su Mo, but that old man in white, who is he?

(End of this chapter)