Master Shennong

Chapter 1659
Qin Lan saw the hall he was in again.

The hall was empty, there was nothing there, it was quiet and peaceful, and there was no sound.

He breathed heavily, and felt a long sigh of relief. He undoubtedly passed the second test, the first illusion of illusion among the eight suffering illusions.

With the experience of the Illusion of Life, facing the remaining seven illusions, Qin Lan suddenly felt full of confidence, and his little confidence had been unprecedentedly improved. He clenched his fists and his fighting spirit was high.

After adjusting the consumption of his own soul power for a short time, Qin Lan raised his eyes to look at the main hall in front of him. His eyes were full of contempt, which made people dare not look at him.

The mechanical voice sounded again at this time, which lifted Qin Lan's spirit.

"The second largest illusion in the second level, the old environment opens!"

The second of the eight sufferings in life is the suffering of old age, which just corresponds to the environment.

The scene in front of Qin Lan changed drastically, and the hall disappeared again, replaced by a desolate and bitter cold place.

The sight is bleak, vast and endless, filled with a deep sense of loneliness.

The so-called pain of old age is actually the pain that a person experiences after aging.

Physiological function declines, because of the pain caused by the years and wind and frost, what is even more unbearable is the pain of being old and having nowhere to rely on.

Qin Lan seemed to have turned into a widowed old man, with a wooden stick in his hand, staggering, staggering in the bitter cold land.

Hand pain, foot pain, leg pain and arm pain, all kinds of bitterness followed.

Suddenly, Qin Lan's feet went limp and he fell to the ground. The huge pain came at the same time and almost didn't make him dizzy. He simply held his breath to stay awake.

He wanted to get up from the ground, but his hands and feet were so old that he didn't have any strength, so he could only lie there in despair, letting the cold wind from the northwest blow his body.

That's not counting, a few children appeared beside Qin Lan at some point.

Qin Lan saw those children wanting to call out, wanting them to help him up.

But although those children heard his voice and came to him, they didn't intend to help him up at all. Instead, they teased him beside him, and one child even spat at Qin Lan too much.

Qin Lan closed his eyes in embarrassment, and felt an inexplicable anger in his heart. He wanted to use the crutch in his hand to drive those children away, but he didn't have the ability at all.

Those children scattered away in a swarm, laughing at him as a lonely old man while walking.

Seeing in Qin Lan's eyes, Qin Lan sighed deeply, his cloudy eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and his pure eyes had the power to see through everything, as if his realm had been sublimated.

"This kind of illusion, it's better not to show your shame! As a cultivator, you should know that the life of a cultivator is endless. As long as the cultivation level can be improved, there is no limit to the lifespan. Where does the old age come from?"

"Crack!"

The bitterly cold place Qin Lan was in exploded abruptly, and the void seemed to be shards of glass, and the shards peeled off, revealing the hall where Qin Lan was.

Qin Lan's eyes were opened, his eyes shone brightly, and his whole body seemed to have undergone some changes. Compared with the previous Qin Lan, Qin Lan at this moment gave people an indescribable feeling, as if his realm had improved a little.

He looked at the great hall in front of him with contempt, this time he did not intend to stop, and said bluntly: "Let's start the next illusion directly!"

Qin Lan seemed to be quite provocative, but the mechanized voice in the hall ignored him, as if there was a certain opening law and opening time.

Sure enough, after waiting for about the same time as before, the mechanized voice sounded again.

"The second level and the third largest illusion, the illusion of illness opens!"

The suffering of illness is the third of the eight sufferings in life. Since it ranks third, the degree of suffering is naturally far from comparable to the first two.

After all, a person has been sitting and fighting against illness since birth.

Therefore, even Qin Lan's expression seemed to have become serious, and he was seriously facing the illusion of illness.

Qin Lan was lying on a couch, and she didn't look very old. On one side of the couch, stood a man and a woman.

The woman's face was a little fuzzy, making it difficult to see her appearance, but Qin Lan could call out the woman's name in one breath, because that woman played the role of mother in his dusty memory.

As for that man, there is no need for Qin Lan to say more, it is undoubtedly Qin Lan's dead father, Qin Laosan.

Seeing these two people, Qin Lan really wanted to yell at his parents, but he couldn't make any sound at all. He tried his best, but he just made a sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Qin Lan wanted to cry very much, crying bitterly. Whether it was for her mother or Qin's third child, Qin Lan felt an unspeakable yearning and an unspeakable guilt.

"Brother Qin, what do you think Lan'er should do? She has smallpox at such a young age. I'm afraid it's not..." As she spoke, the woman immediately shed tears, big teardrops pattering down on the ground.

"..." The man was silent for a while, his face looked very bad, he gritted his teeth again and again, and then clenched his hands into fists: "Don't worry, no matter what, I won't let our Lan'er lose her life, This disease must be cured, and it will be cured at all costs, even if it means going bankrupt!"

"Yes, Brother Qin, we must treat Lan'er!" The woman looked at the man excitedly and agreed.

Qin Lan was so immersed in it that she couldn't extricate herself.

What made him unable to extricate himself was not the pain that smallpox brought him, but the warmth that man and woman made him feel.

Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like water. Qin Lan has not felt these two kinds of love for a long time, and has no chance to feel it again.

Therefore, his consciousness is clearly very clear, he is not immersed in it at all, and he clearly knows that everything he has experienced is an illusion, but he refuses to use his thoughts to destroy this illusion.

Once the hallucination disappeared, the two kinds of love that made him nostalgic for it would disappear, which Qin Lan could not bear.

Qin Lan just let the illusion develop like this, quietly enjoying the warmth that cannot be felt in real life.

From his birth to babbling, from his toddler to his ability to walk like flying...

He was enjoying this process, and all these circumstances were clearly related to his illness, but he seemed to be unable to feel the torment of the illness, and his focus was completely on another matter.

Qin Lan didn't wake up from that intoxication until everything he experienced changed again, and a scene that he didn't want to face again appeared in his memory.

A cold drink came out of his mouth, smashing the illusion forcefully: "Enough, stop here, although I know this is an illusion, but I am very grateful for everything created by the illusion, there is no need for those painful memories to reappear !"

Qin Lan didn't want to go through it any more. If he continued, the happiness he enjoyed would disappear, his biological mother would die, and Qin Lan didn't want to experience the pain of his biological mother's death even if it was in an illusion.

Just leave all the good things behind, Qin Lan doesn't need any other memories.

Therefore, even if Qin Lan returned the illusion-breaking mind to his body, he was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

After a long time, the mechanical voice appeared again, waking Qin Lan awake.

Qin Lan didn't realize that the moment he woke up, a mark appeared on his indestructible will, like a crack.

"The fourth largest illusion in the second stage, the illusion of death opens!"

Qin Lan was still immersed in the illusion of illness and couldn't extricate herself, and the illusion of death had already arrived.

The illusion of death is more terrifying than the illusion of illness. All living beings in this world are not afraid of death, because everything will cease to exist after death, and everything will cease to exist.

Qin Lan lay quietly on the ground, a sharp knife pierced his body on the left side of his chest, and the sharp knife directly pierced his heart, killing him with one blow, his vitality was lost in an instant, he was already on the verge of death on his deathbed.

The five senses and six senses have been strengthened to the limit, he can hear the whistling wind in his ears, he can hear the leaves falling apart and the singing of birds, and he can hear the sound of his soul leaving the body.

His body became light, his soul was separated from his body, and he saw another self lying there with a sharp knife stuck in his chest.

The moment the soul was completely separated from the body, the five senses and six senses suddenly changed, as if they were sealed off, he fell into the boundless darkness, his soul fell in the darkness, his memory began to fade, and all traces of his life seemed to be disappearing.

This made Qin Lan feel panic, how could he die, how could he lose his memory, how could the traces he left in this world disappear.

Death, who can make him die, who can penetrate his heart with a single sword, and kill him with one blow.

Over the years, he has changed from an ordinary person to a cultivator, from a cultivator to an immortal in the eyes of a cultivator, how many times he has experienced life and death, and how many enemies stronger than him have he faced.

Now his strength has reached the peak of the immortal world step by step. Although there are still many people in the immortal world who can kill him, he will definitely not die like this.

He is Qin Lan, who has never been seen before or since. He has [-] imprints of immortal kings on his body, possesses the heaven-defying "Tiantian Haohua Jue", and has intricate relationships with several immortal kings.

He can't die, and he won't die. He has to live, and he will live.

Qin Lan, who had almost become a corpse, suddenly clenched his fists. With a sword in his chest, he suddenly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was like a sword, and he wanted to pierce the sky.

He reached out with one hand, firmly grasped the sword on his chest, pulled out the blood-stained long sword with a clang, and then slashed out.

At the moment when the illusion was shattered, Qin Lan's domineering voice could be vaguely heard.

"There are many people who want Qin to die, but there is no one who can make Qin die. The death situation created by this illusion is really far away!"

(End of this chapter)