I have a Qiankun Ring

Feng Jiao couldn't help but sigh when he saw that his begging was ignored by the two of them.

Originally, he thought that after entering this place, he would be able to overwhelm everyone with his good cultivation, but he never expected that in this secret realm of the Western Mountains, Wei Su had a back-up plan prepared for him and the external demon.

But Jingshan Academy took action to protect itself, which was indeed something I didn't expect.

After the last time I mentioned it to Elder Feng, who was lurking in the Demon Light Sect at Jingshan Academy, I thought the matter would go away, but I didn't expect that it was what I said that saved me.

Now Wei Su and Song Wei are fighting together, and the situation is not clear yet. If Song Wei loses, he may not be able to escape, so he is forced to ask for help from the two of them. Unexpectedly, in the end, it will be his hot face but cold butt. .

The moves Wei Su used at this time were constantly avoiding the folding fan in Song Wei's hand, trying to seriously injure him.

However, Song Wei clearly guessed Wei Su's thoughts and kept moving his hands, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that the folding fan always stood in front of him and refused to change its position.

And at this time, due to the influence of the landscape paintings on the folding fan, a strange picture gradually emerged behind Song Wei.

"Is this an illusory picture that is reflected and affects the real world?" Master Maoshan said with a frown.

When Li Wen heard this, he looked at True Lord Maoshan with a look of surprise on his face, and he really didn't quite understand what he said.

"There is a special magic weapon in the world of cultivation. The power of the magic weapon itself can affect the world we exist now. It can even cause monks within its coverage to be affected by it and do some incredible things."

Li Wen frowned slightly when he heard this: 'Then what's the difference between this and illusion? Can't they both make people fall into it and be unable to extricate themselves! ’

Lord Mashan shook his head: "This is different from illusion."

"After a monk is caught in an illusion, if his spiritual consciousness is strong, he can use his own ability to break the illusion and seriously injure the caster. But after being caught in the illusion created by this magic weapon, no matter how powerful his cultivation is, he can only It can sink deeper and deeper, and even after the holder of the magic weapon has put away the magic weapon, the person who is caught in the illusion will still sink into it and be unable to extricate himself, until he or she dies."

Li Wen couldn't help being shocked when he heard this, and looked at Song Wei with a more complicated look in his eyes.

"Then there's no way to solve this!"

True Lord Maoshan shook his head: "I have only heard of such a magic weapon, and I just saw it today. As for the method of breaking it, I really don't know."

At this time, Feng Jiao, who was being controlled in one place, suddenly laughed and said, "Boy, if you want to know how to crack it, I can tell you, but only if you let me go!"

Upon seeing this, Li Wen was about to speak when he heard True Lord Maoshan say coldly: 'A dog that has lost its home dares to bark here. ’

Feng Jiao's expression froze: "You..."

Lord Maoshan glanced coldly at Fengjiao and then looked at the battlefield again.

Feng Jiao seemed to feel a great insult, and the expression on his face changed to a ferocious one.

"Listen up, you two, I'm going to tell you how to crack it right now!"

Wei Su, the puppet in the field, looked at the already somewhat concrete scenery and said coldly: 'It seems that you are really serious about it! ’

Song Wei smiled and replied: "The kid has no choice but to save his life."

Wei Su snorted coldly, opened his mouth and shot out spiritual power to protect his whole body, and then rushed towards the already somewhat concrete landscape.

"I will show you how to break this landscape painting."

Wei Su said that he was completely immersed in the landscape painting. At this time, in the calm landscape painting, a black spot, only the size of a grain of rice, suddenly appeared.

After seeing the black spot, Song Wei said with a smile: "Uncle Wei, please wait patiently!"

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze from the landscape painting, then looked at Feng Jiao coldly, and suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand. The already somewhat concrete landscape behind him exploded at this moment.

"Is this... is it broken together with the concrete landscape?" Li Wen was shocked and couldn't help but think to himself.

At this time, Song Wei was holding a folding fan in one hand and tapping his palm gently, looking at Li Wen and Zhenjun Maoshan with amusement.

"Don't worry, my landscape painting can't trap Wei Su. I can only delay it for a while, but this time is enough for me to solve the matter here."

After Song Wei said this, his previous elegant temperament changed and his whole person quickly became gloomy.

Even a golden elixir monk like Maoshan Zhenjun couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he felt this temperament.

"Is this the sense of oppression brought by the Nascent Soul cultivator!" Zhenjun Maoshan thought after swallowing his saliva.

"Golden elixir stage monks, concentration stage monks!" Song Wei said coldly.

After Song Wei finished speaking, he sneered. The scene was extremely strange for a while.

"My husband already knows what Feng Jiao told my junior brother. He has ordered me to come over and inspect you this time!"

Feng Jiao was delighted when he heard this: "This is true!"

Song Wei raised a smile on his lips: "A gentleman's words."

"Okay!" Feng Jiao suddenly laughed, as if he knew something great, and his whole body was filled with joy.

"Then let me go quickly." Feng Jiao urged.

Song Wei shook his head: 'It's not the time yet, we have to wait a little longer! ’

"What are you waiting for? Wait until that lunatic Wei Su rushes out of your landscape painting and kills me!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. You are the most important chess piece in our future."

When Feng Jiao heard this, he was stunned and then suddenly roared as if he had come to his senses: 'You want to use me! ’

Song Wei sneered: 'Otherwise, just because you say you want to live, we will let you live freely in this world? ’

"You must know that any freedom comes with a price, and your price is to cooperate with us to complete the plan. We at Jingshan Academy will come forward to ensure your safety later."

Feng Jiao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and then he sneered as if he had thought of something: "You guys are really alike, just as shameless."

Song Wei seemed to have guessed what Feng Jiao would say and then sneered: "The world is as dark as crows. It's up to you how you choose the road under your feet."

Feng Jiao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If I don't agree, you will kill me immediately, right?"

Song Wei nodded: "We made two plans when we came here. As for which plan to choose later, the choice is yours!"

At this time, the folding fan in Song Wei's hand suddenly began to tremble.

"It seems that I have underestimated me, Uncle Wei. I am about to break this landscape scroll in such a short time."

Song Wei looked at Li Wen and Maoshan Zhenjun and murmured to himself: "You know too much, and it is unplanned variables. My husband has taught me since I was a child that I should deal with uncontrollable things as early as possible." Solve it to prevent it from disrupting your plans. ’