Doom Roar

"Xu Mo, I'll help you!"

The figure of the little rabbit demon suddenly changed when he grabbed the bull's horns, from a thin child to a muscular man. Although the original delicate face has not changed, it is covered with thick black cheeks He had a big beard, and all his clothes were torn, a gray-white loincloth tightly wrapped his lower body, and a scarlet cloak fluttered around his shoulders in the wind.

"Xiaohua? Ju Huaxing?"

Seeing this strange change and the familiar appearance, Xu Mo almost followed Sparta together. He didn't expect that Ju Huaxing would also follow into this illusion at some point, and at this time, at the same time. Awakened memory and unique power.

Ju Huaxing didn't know what kind of unique power he was awakened to, but purely physical strength was obviously not inferior to Xu Mo's. With the addition of this new force, the bull's head's momentum was obviously stagnated, and the two sides unexpectedly appeared in a relatively static state for a short time . [

The tip of the sharp blade-like horn was less than half an inch away from Xu Xian'er's chest, and the airflow brought by the high-speed impact exploded a tiny bloody flower on the newly condensed snow-white hill.

At this moment, Xu Xian'er finally opened her eyes again.

The flesh and blood reorganization is complete!

The ghosts can destroy ghosts and arrest souls at will, but they can't attack living people. This is the iron law of the nether world.

At this moment, Xu Xian'er's soul has returned to his body, even Yan Luo of the Ten Palaces can do nothing, let alone a ghost pawn who doesn't even have a god position?

The bull's hair let out a long, unwilling moo, and the red eyes glared angrily at Xu Mo and Ju Huaxing who were below, as if they wanted to keep these two humble little bugs in their hearts, and then they stamped on the ground like rockets He jumped into the rapidly shrinking black vortex in the sky above.

The dead air like black mist in the sky gradually dissipated with the closure of the Nether Exit, everything returned to calm, and the warm sunshine at noon once again filled the devastated martial arts arena.

——Ask the world, what is love, and it only teaches the promise of life and death?

——Flying guests from all over the world, the old wing has experienced cold and heat several times.

——Happiness is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children.

—— You should have something to say, the clouds are ten thousand miles away, the snow on the thousand mountains and the evening, who is the shadow going to?

Just when Xu Mo endured the pain and got up with difficulty and walked towards Xu Xian'er who had not fully recovered his consciousness, it seemed as if someone in the dark recited this ancient song again.

The complexion is as delicate as a newborn's snow ball, and the wound pierced by the sharp horn of the bull's head has scabbed over. At first glance, it looks like a bean-like mole!

Lin Yijing's last clone!

Xu Xian'er!

"I see……"

In an instant, Xu Mo understood everything. No wonder the second time he asked for a lottery, he got the prompt "The meaning is close at hand, and the love is far away." This does not refer to Liu Zuimo at all, but Xu Xian'er alone!This sentence is the true portrayal of Xu Xian'er's difficult search for love!

Six streaks of golden light rose from the far northeast, reaching the sky. Xu Mo knew that it was Li Gongfu Gu Pan and others who were far away in Qiantang. The extra one was probably Tang Baiqiang, the father of the Tang sisters.

Although it is still unknown whether his spiritual projection in this world is the Emperor Ping'an, but...it doesn't matter now.

Taking a last look at Liu Zuimo who was also shrouded in a golden beam of light above the cliff top of the Martial Arts Field, Xu Mo stepped forward and hugged Xu Xian'er, who was confused and still unclear, and leaned over and whispered in his ear:

"Xian'er... this time we are really going home, and we will never be separated again."

……

The golden light suddenly went out.

The dim moonlight shone into Xu Mo's eyes that had just been opened. The sudden change of day and night made his pupils dilated suddenly, and his vision was completely dark.

Although his eyes can't see things for a while, [Devil Sensation] can still detect several powerful life breaths within ten meters around him.

one two three four……

There are actually four people with the strength of the only power awakener.

Tang Guo's only power was discovered when he escaped temporarily from the illusion last time. Of course, Concubine Gong Hua needless to say, Ju Huaxing has just awakened... Then who is the last one?

Could it be Tang Baiqiang who never found a spiritual projection?

"Sister, everyone has come out, why hasn't Brother Xu Mo come out yet? Could it be some accident?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I can still feel his vital signs, so it should be fine! The speed of time in the spiritual world is different from that in the real world. It is not ruled out that he is still in the illusion at this moment. Let's wait, anyway, time It's only been less than half a minute..."

Xu Mo could clearly tell that the owners of these two voices were the sisters of the Tang family, Concubine Gong Hua and Tang Guo, but what was mentioned in the conversation surprised him suddenly. [

He is still in Leifeng Pagoda?

His sight gradually recovered as time went by, and as expected, Xu Mo found that he was still in the ground floor hall of Leifeng Pagoda.

The spiritual erosion from the illusion still exists here, but the mental barrier of his brain seems to have an antibody, which perfectly blocks the spiritual erosion.

Xu Mo is very clear that his mental strength has not improved, presumably it must have reached a certain rule of this illusion, and obtained a privilege similar to a game clearance reward.

Xu Mo was not in a hurry to leave the bottom of Lei Feng Tower, but stood there and quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the illusion hidden inside.

However, the bottom of the tower, which can be regarded as a glance, did not find any objects that seemed to be the origin of the illusion.

"This is unscientific... Is there any illusion where there is no origin?"

Xu Mo stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding again. The illusion of "Legend of the White Snake" was not an ordinary room, but a pagoda!Since there is no one at the bottom, why not look for it at the top?

***

The Illusion of The Legend of the White Snake is finally finished. Xiaoren took a look at it. From July 15, when he entered the illusion, to today's October NO.[-], this illusion has been written for three months and six days. The longest fantasy ever.

The story of this book is a shrunken version of Xiaoren's abandoned fairy tale. Although Xiaoren has reduced the plot by more than [-]%, he still underestimated the water content of a fairy tale. It is not a copy-like fantasy at all. Tolerant, it's too late to regret.

On the way, Xiaoren once thought about jumping out of the illusion in an instant like a meteorite from outside the sky, but he still held back after thinking about it. There is no turning back when he opens the bow. Now that he has written it, there can be no unfinished ending.

Of course, there are still many things that have not been explained clearly, such as Yan Wan's true identity, the emotional entanglement between Xiaobai, Xiaoqing and Xu Mo, Ju Huaxing's sudden awakening, etc., but these are not important, let's make up your mind alright.

Although the story of this illusion is not exciting, and it is a bit too long, but the change of subject matter has made Xiao Ren understand a lot about writing, such as upgrading, such as fighting rhythm, etc. This is the advantage of Xianxiawen , but also the lack of urban culture.

The future plots will focus on the characters in the real world, and the fantasy plot will no longer have such a long illusion like the white snake. Even if everyone is not tired of watching it, Xiaoren's writing is almost disgusting.