Dao fruit.

Shenghun turned and fell straight down, hitting the scroll.

Ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the scroll, and Qiu Yan's soul disappeared within it.

The next moment, what presented to Qiu Yan's senses was no longer a dilapidated house and the bright moonlight, but a blurred and changing colors, and a faint misty fragrance filled the surroundings.

This fragrance is light and warm, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling. As soon as Qiu Yan's living soul enters this blurred color, the fragrance will come from all directions, and it will seep into the soul, causing Qiu Yan's soul to be born immediately The feeling of being soft and soft makes me feel like I am in heaven, and even the thoughts in my heart turn slowly.

"Huh?" With a slight snort, the green glow in the living soul flickered, dispelling and obliterating the faint fragrance that had penetrated into it, and all the feelings disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"This painting is wonderful, vaguely self-contained space, like the painted wall of the Town God's Temple, but both the painted wall and the world in the painting are actually composed of people's wishes and thoughts. It is a world of consciousness, not reality. If a living soul sinks Among them, it will eventually become an idea in the conscious world, no longer the self."

Knowing this, Qiu Yan no longer hesitated, and with a thought, a dazzling green light rose from his soul, dancing like a long whip!

Sweep around!

The blurred light, shadow and aroma were swept away by the long whip of blue light, the light and shadow were distorted, and the aroma drifted away, revealing a void, and then there were several screams from it.

The soul moved, and flew towards the place where the sound came from. It was difficult to determine the direction here because it was hard to distinguish what was up and down, but these screams were exceptionally clear, allowing him to catch them instantly.

After flying for a while, the blurred light and shadow became thinner and thinner, and suddenly a few red figures flashed in front of them, but they were a few women in red clothes, with long sleeves dancing and silk fluttering, and the red gauze covering the body, and the whiteness underneath could be faintly seen, twisted. During the movement, the graceful figure is looming.

All of a sudden, a holy, glamorous and strange aura rushed over. Several women in red exhaled like orchids, and groaned slightly, like whispers between the beds, like whispers when they went to Wushan. There was a commotion in the heart, and a fire was lit in the lower abdomen.

lust!

It was Qiu Yan who drove the living soul, but the body was not there. As soon as he heard it, a pinch of desire fire was born in the soul, and it was about to spread in a blink of an eye. If he couldn't suppress it, the whole living soul would be burned, and the mind would be wiped out by the flames. No longer clear, from now on indulging in the world of consciousness in the picture scroll.

Whispers came, as light as a dream, entangled in the soul, even the green light could hardly block it, and the blurred light and shadow around it gathered again, trying to restore the old view.

"Huh!" Qiu Yan sneered, his soul rolled, and he turned into a scholar. The memories deep in his soul surged out and turned into words, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, but they were square characters, horizontal and vertical.

Since it is a world of consciousness, everything in the consciousness can manifest its form, like a dream, caused by the mind, and created out of nothing.

The words are listed and turned into one sentence——

"The former king's pleasure, so the festival is also."

As soon as this line of characters is formed, it immediately shines brightly, and the blur is dissipated due to the light!

Then, the words changed, and a sentence was condensed below——

"Happy and restrained, you will have a peaceful life. Those who are infatuated will not care, and will die with illness."

These two sentences are above the official history, and they are written about the affairs in the house. They are not contemptuous or taboo, but they are admonishing the world openly. The joy in bed is human nature, but even if you are happy, you must have restraint. Otherwise, you will get sick and lose your life, which is not beneficial to your life.

As soon as the two sentences were uttered, the light shone on the soul, and the fire of desire inside collapsed immediately; when it shone on the surroundings, the misty light, shadow and fragrance disappeared invisible; when it shone on several women in red, all the women immediately screamed, and the red gauze on their bodies turned into cloth clothes , the light and shadow on the surface of the body changed, and it became an ordinary clothes, and the color of courtship on the face disappeared without a trace, and became the color of fear.

They looked like they had just woken up from a dream, wandering around, and soon focused on Qiu Yan, who was shining brightly, knelt down in the air, and said in unison: "Please help the immortal!"

Seeing this scene, the scholar transformed by Qiu Yansheng's soul narrowed his eyes slightly, motioned for the girls to get up, and then began to question him.

After a few women's talk, Qiu Yan finally knew the function of this Baimeitu.

This picture can capture souls, and the souls captured by Tang Yi are all young women with beautiful faces. When they are captured in the picture, they are in a daze at the beginning, and it takes a hundred days to recover their sanity.

"As soon as the soul leaves the body, if you haven't practiced the method of sex cultivation, you will be in a daze. You don't know yourself, you don't know things, and there is no such thing as recovery in a hundred days. These women who have been infatuated can regain consciousness. Presumably, they have sex unintentionally. Cultivating the realm should be thanks to this picture, but the world in this painting is considered perfect, and there are villages and villages, where you work and rest, if there is no external force to interfere, you will not know that you are in a dream, and your soul will be divided."

According to the women, when they regained their sanity, they panicked when they saw a strange village, and then they gradually settled down. Year.

"After a while, the sky will be dark and the sky will be dark, and the wind will take people away. We were taken away by the wind one after another, and sent to a young master, and then...then..."

The woman in the lead was vague and ashamed, but in the end she confessed everything, which made Qiu Yan straighten out his thoughts.

"It turns out that Tang Yixiu's technique can absorb soul power through soul interaction, and can even instill other thoughts in people, making them lose themselves and only have desires. It's just that when I fought with Tang Yi, I found that the other party was clearly spiritual. If you are blocked, you should not be able to get out of your body, how can you enter this world in the painting?"

Suddenly, Qiu Yan had a flash of inspiration.

"That's right, it's preconceived. His soul can't leave his body and can't enter the painting, but the souls of these women were taken away by the 'Tianfeng', and they can completely enter Tang Yi's aperture, but I don't know what kind of exercises Tang Yi cultivated. There are such means."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan's perception expanded, covering all the women who were asking for help, then he shook his head and said, "I don't want to hide it from you, you guys have been in captivity for too long, and the connection with your body has long been broken. , the vitality is cut off, and in the folk saying, it is a lonely ghost."

Those women were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they were sad. The leading woman looked at him and hesitated to speak, and finally said: "In this case, we are willing to follow the fairy leader, just ask the fairy leader..."

"What do I want you to follow?" Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "I will send you into reincarnation."

"This..." The girls actually showed embarrassment when they heard this.

Qiu Yan shook his head and said, "Do you think you can still stay in Yangjian?"

"Xianchang Mingjian, if I stay in this painting world, how much can I retain the memory of this life..."

After all, these women have experienced the baptism of ideas, unlike when they first entered the painting, they were ignorant and knew they were in a strange space.

"It's all about deceiving yourself!" Qiu Yan sighed, raised his hand, and a cyan light flashed out, tearing a crack out of thin air. He raised his hand to grab the edge of the crack, and pulled it hard.

It's sizzling!

The crack opened wide and spread rapidly, swallowing Qiu Yan and the women in an instant. Amid the exclamation of the women, the surrounding scene changed drastically, and it turned into a village full of people coming and going.

"here is?"

The girls were overjoyed at first when they saw the passerby, but then they recognized the surrounding environment, and their faces changed.