Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1497 The black mist dissipates and the residual thoughts are resolved
  When Zhang Yan stopped struggling, the pressure on his body also disappeared, and he took a big breath.

"Is it an illusion? But I clearly saw black evil energy." Zhang Yan frowned, still a little unbelievable.

"The evil spirit is true. It has entered your mind. It is not that simple to remove it." Xiao Yan said.

Sure enough, Zhang Yan began to feel cold all over again, and his underwear was wet with cold sweat. He opened his eyes and saw that he was soaking in a pool of pure water. This water was extremely cold and did not freeze. It was freezing cold every moment.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but tremble, his muscles all over his body were trembling and he almost convulsed. He moved his hands, wanting to hug his arms tightly to get some warmth. As soon as he moved, he felt a pulling sensation. It turned out that his hand was locked, and a long and thick iron chain was wrapped around his wrist.

Behind him was a rough stone wall. The temperature of the stone wall was higher than that of his body. He leaned back tightly. Looking around, everything was pitch black, and there seemed to be a blue light on the stone wall in the distance.

He felt that the light seemed a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember it, and he didn't understand where he was or why he was here. He opened his mouth and said tremblingly: "I... seem to have been... locked up here for a long time."

"It's so cold, so cold."

"Why... I am locked up here..."

"I want to go out...it's too cold..."

"I need to get out! It's too cold!"

Suddenly his voice changed its tone, sharp and harsh, with an angry tone. He couldn't tell for a moment that it was his own voice, but it did come from his mouth, as if he had always been so irritable and vicious.

"Kill you! Kill you!"

Zhang Yan kept shouting and pulling at the chain in his hand, his face full of bloodlust. A high-pitched voice appeared in Zhang Yan's ear, "Yes, kill them. Kill them and you can get out. I can help you, accept me, and I will take you out."

Zhang Yan turned around and saw a cloud of black mist floating in the air. It was the sound that the black mist made. Zhang Yan asked: "Are you talking? Can you take me out?"

"Yes, it's me. Accept me and I'll take you out."

"That's great!" Zhang Yan slowly stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed the black mist, his fingers turning black visibly.

Then a lotus-shaped lamp appeared in the other hand. The glass was crisp and the golden flame flickered in the wick. It was the Yuxu glass lamp.

"Finally I lured you out." Zhang Yan was very fast, grabbing the black mist and throwing it into the light.

"What are you doing!!" Hei Wu shouted in horror, "I'll take you out!"

"Huh, get out? If you're gone, won't this illusion be gone?" Zhang Yan threw the black mist into the fireworks. The black mist was burned invisible as soon as it came into contact with the fireworks. "This Yuxu Glazed Lamp is the one preached by Yuanshi Tianzun. I used it when I was young, and it was very easy to deal with your mere regret. It’s really stupid. I used it once in Illusion and kept using it. I’m really afraid that I’ll be fooled.”

The black mist dissipated, the residual thoughts on the demon elixir were dissolved, revealing its original green color, and the surrounding illusion was also shattered. It seemed that this illusion was the way the sky-swallowing python was sealed in the formation before.

Zhang Yan tried his best to push himself up, sat cross-legged, and used his spiritual energy to transport the demon pill, preparing to absorb it. Zhang Yan was severely depleted of spiritual power and was covered in wounds. He urgently needed to absorb the demon pill at this moment.

(End of this chapter)