Fear will slowly disappear with time.
This sentence is often mentioned.
But the premise for all this to happen is to know that the thing that brings fear itself cannot threaten oneself.
Just like the fear brought by horror movies, because we know that it is just an illusion, an illusion woven by human talent, and it will not really appear, so the fear of the plot will slowly fade away, but if the thing that brings fear is real.
If that fear lingers in the memory of the past like a ghost.
If he turns into reality again.
So it can be known that
Fear will never disappear.
When I saw it again, the fear was still vivid.
The old man with cloudy eyes and Zhu Hongmiao stared with wide eyes, watching Wei Yuan stretch out his palm, watching him open his five fingers, holding the dignified and exquisite geisha doll in his hand, and then his palms lightly clenched, and the existence called the god did not resist at all, and was squeezed with a creaking sound.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
No, this must be an illusion.
The old man's palm trembled slightly.
Just now, he seemed to hear the gods let out a short and terrified scream -
Like a beast being chased by wolves.
Wei Yuan's strength has greatly increased at this moment, and his five fingers continue to increase strength, directly crushing the geisha doll in his palm. The old man was shocked and angry, but then he breathed a sigh of relief. His shock and anger were because Wei Yuan was disrespectful to the gods, and his joy came from his understanding of the gods.
The divinity attached to the doll was actually bound to a certain extent.
Now crushing the doll is actually untying the divine bondage and allowing the gods to exert their greatest strength.
The fragments of the doll fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
A gust of wind blew, and the shadow of a woman wearing twelve single clothes flashed by. She didn't even look at her family. After she appeared, she immediately ran away. The simplicity of her escape made the old man lose his mind and speechless for a while.
Wei Yuan just wanted to force the divinity and take the initiative, but he didn't expect that even though it had two thousand years of experience, its nature had not changed at all. He couldn't help but shake his head and silently said to himself: "It's exactly the same as it was back then."
The old man felt extremely complicated, and Zhu Hongmiao felt a little regretful. He didn't expect the gods to escape.
Then he thought, if the gods escaped, how could he catch them back?
Looking at the speed he just left, it was almost faster than flying, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that the old man closed his eyes and said nothing, it was obvious that he didn't intend to say anything. As the gods shuttled away, Wei Yuan didn't chase him immediately, but raised his hand and slapped Zhu Hongmiao. The latter shuddered and sat down on the ground. He couldn't help but gasp and felt that his legs were numb.
"Do you know what trick you got?"
Zhu Hongmiao rubbed his leg and hesitated: "...Illusion?"
"Yes, illusion."
Wei Yuan nodded and continued: "Do you know what the essence of illusion is?"
Zhu Hongmiao hesitated: "...deception?"
Wei Yuan said: "Yes, it is deception, deception of senses, deception of cognition, relying on some skills and the strength of the soul to easily do this, of course, you can also call it a sleight of hand, facing these people, sometimes the five senses are useless."
The old man's face suddenly changed slightly, and he suddenly stood up, as if he was going to fight Wei Yuan directly, but just as he stood up, he heard a loud noise, and then a blood flower exploded directly on his leg, and he fell to the ground neatly, his face pale, and Wei Yuan took back the gun in his hand.
At close range, he was not a martial arts monk, and he did not have the magical power to protect himself, so the gun was very useful.
The old man only felt pain, covering his wound and unable to move.
Wei Yuan said: "What is fake is fake, it can never be real. A friend of mine once said this."
Wei Yuan curled his lips and imitated Wuzhiqi's tone, with clear contempt in his tone:
"Who would regard sleight of hand as a fundamental magical power?"
He paused and said: "This is just a trick used by the eccentrics in the capital of Shenzhou during the Tang and Song dynasties to make a few silver coins by performing acrobatics. Plant a tree and pick pears, but pick the things in the fruit vendor's cart; cut a watermelon, in fact It was a trick to kill people, and cutting off a head was a side skill in Taoism. "
"In ancient times, the Taoist priests in Laoshan cut paper to make the moon, and threw a chopstick to make Chang'e dance. It was already an incredible and brilliant method, much more powerful than this so-called illusion."
Seeing the young man chattering, the old man gritted his teeth secretly, used his own method to control his body, let the wound heal slowly, stop the bleeding, and then when the young man approached and planned to take him away, he suddenly jumped up.
As if he had used up all his strength.
The rib cutter in his hand pierced the young man's third rib.
This person didn't seem to be good at close combat. The old man summoned up his remaining courage, cut the ribs with the sword, and pierced into the heart. The young man who had just been confident couldn't believe it, and fell down with his chest covered, and soon a pool of blood accumulated on the ground.
Zhu Hongmiao was startled, and then he became furious, but before he could raise his hand to fight back, he was stabbed by the old man. The sword in his hand pierced Zhu Hongmiao's heart, and then the old man turned into smoke and fled quickly after casting a spell. His heart was beating fast and he was very nervous.
At this point, he had killed the true cultivators of Shenzhou and the official members of Shenzhou.
Sooner or later, he would be exposed, and he had to leave Shenzhou quickly.
Even if the "disaster" buried before was far from the time to play a role, he could not care so much now. The old man quickly formed seals with his hands, and while casting a spell, he called out names one by one, and at the same time, he told the specific location where the disaster was buried.
In this way, he could remotely connect the "disaster" and make it explode.
Finally, all the "disasters" were detonated.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, but soon found something wrong. This alley was not long, but why couldn't he run out? He had to run as fast as he could. In front of him, he saw himself again, the smiling young man, and the young policeman.
? ? !
The old man's face suddenly changed.
When he saw the young man turn around, time seemed to have returned to the beginning.
The young man asked naturally:
"Do you know what trick you were hit by?"
The old man's scalp suddenly numbed, and then he answered subconsciously.
"...Illusion?"
Everything was the same as what happened just now, except that the person who answered had changed, like reincarnation.
This greatly increased the fear in the old man's heart, and then everything in front of him disappeared. There was no wound on his leg, and he was still sitting in the same place, but he didn't know when his cultivation was blocked, and what was scattered in front of him was the talisman that could detonate the "disaster", as well as the specific location.
These information that he swore not to reveal even if he died, were actually said by himself.
The geisha doll was held in Wei Yuan's hand.
That ray of divinity couldn't even run away because of fear.
At the moment of escaping, Wei Yuan activated the imperial decree in his hand and pulled it back.
As for illusion, the principle of this magic is very simple. In fact, it relies on the strength of the soul to oppress the soul of the opponent and make the opponent have all kinds of illusions. After knowing the principle, Wei Yuan can also do it with the imperial decree.
What's more, he never thought that when he relied on his past understanding of magic to perform illusion.
The geisha doll in front of him would actually help him and confuse his own followers.
At this moment, the divinity emanating from the geisha doll was suppressed by the imperial decree made by the seal and the instinctive fear. He suppressed the almost physiological fear, knelt respectfully, and said: "... Your Majesty the Divine Eagle, you are back again, after two thousand years..."
Divine Eagle? What a vulgar name!
Wei Yuan recalled the iron eagle emblem on the hilt of his sword and said without saying anything:
"I just want to ask you a question."
Seeing that he did not object, the God became more respectful and said, "Please speak."
Wei Yuan stared at Him and said, "Xu Shi, is he still alive?"
The God was stunned for a moment before realizing who the two words referred to, and the fear in his heart was reduced.
She took a breath, smiled, and said in a gentle tone:
"Ah, are you here to find your friend? Lord Xu Shi, no, it should be said that the main god of Tianzhi Yuzhong, the Emperor Jinwu, this His Majesty has always been very healthy, and if you go, He will definitely be very happy."
He saw that the young man in front of him was obviously relieved and said, "He is still alive."
"That's great."
The God smiled.
Then I heard Wei Yuan calmly say: "This way, I can kill him with my own hands."
"It would be a pity if he died like this."
The tone was calm, but the murderous intent was terrifying.
The divine nature sensed something was wrong, his face froze, and then he cried out: "Your Majesty the Divine Eagle, spare my life..."
"I am willing to submit to you, willing to be driven, and willing to die."
"Please give me a chance to redeem myself with merit because I have at least some means."
The voice was sincere and panic, and Wei Yuan's expression did not change. His palm shrank slightly, and in his palm, the seal representing the foundation of the orthodox gods emerged, and it swelled in the wind. A tiger appeared behind the young man, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his tone was indifferent, and he answered:
"Those who offend our Shenzhou should be beheaded without mercy."
"Immediately!"
Five fingers pressed down.
The divine nature finally gave up, and fled madly with screams, but he could not escape the range of the mountain, nor the flow of the wind. The seal fell from the sky and was neatly imprinted on the forehead of the female god in twelve layers. The latter groaned and fell to the ground.
The spirituality dissipated, leaving only the purest divine composition slowly emerging and turning into a bead.
In the scope of Shenzhou, a seal transformed from the orthodox divine nature of Shenzhou was used to kill a Fusang God.
It was a bit of a waste of talent.
Wei Yuan recalled that Xu Fu had refined this thing into elixir, so he simply put the bead away and knocked it on the bronze plate. The sound was crisp, and Zhu Hongmiao and the old man, who were both in a fantasy, finally woke up completely.
When they woke up, they saw the scene of the divine nature silently dissipating.
Zhu Hongmiao touched his chest and found that there was no wound at all. What happened just now seemed like his imagination. He finally came to his senses and realized what the scene he just saw represented. He couldn't help but smacked his lips and said, "Just, just killed? That was a god..."
"Yes, killed."
Wei Yuan put away the bronze plate, pointed to the things on the stall, and said, "I'll trouble you to deal with these things. He wrote down what he did before. You are much more professional and powerful than me in the next matter."
"Uh, yes, okay."
Zhu Hongmiao still couldn't get over the fact that the god was killed. After coming to his senses from the killing, he couldn't help but murmured:
"That's a god, how could he be killed just like that?"
Wei Yuan stood up and said, "What about a god?"
He reached out and patted Zhu Hongmiao on the shoulder, smiling:
"I've heard this saying."
"Those who offend our Shenzhou, even if they are supernatural beings, will be arrested and killed."
"Let's encourage each other."
He said jokingly, threw down the geisha fragments in his hand, stood up and left. Zhu Hongmiao and his colleagues rushed forward and suppressed the old man. When he turned around, he had already disappeared, as if it was just a dream.
.........
Wei Yuan returned to the museum.
He raised his hand and took out the bronze plate, and saw the Taotie pattern on it slowly light up.
And the Shang King Bronze Jue and Wu Xian Danfeng Ding in the museum also began to light up slowly at the same time.