Chapter 23: Awakening - "749 Game of the Taoist Coming Down the Mountain"

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Fan Mengxue knew that Hu Jiulang had fallen deeply into an illusion. If he could not be awakened again, his sea of consciousness would be eroded by Yin Qi, which could range from serious injuries to the loss of his soul.

"Brother, wake up! Wake up quickly!"

Fan Mengxue was crying while continuously injecting the Zhengyi Zhenqi in her body into Hu Jiulang's body.

The white light around Fan Mengxue suddenly surged, and the power of Zhengyi Zhenqi became more and more pure, and even began to dispel the black energy in Hu Jiulang's body bit by bit.

In the illusion, Hu Jiulang was so heartbroken that he finally came to the edge of the cliff and jumped down...

At this moment, Fan Mengxue's urgent cry suddenly came to his ears, and a warm and pure power poured in from his whole body, dispelling some of the cold despair.That power was Zhengyi Zhenqi, the power of his junior sister, and someone in reality was desperately trying to wake him up.

"Brother... wake up..."

Fan Mengxue's voice became clearer and clearer, like thunder, exploding in his sea of consciousness.Hu Jiulang suddenly came back to his senses, and he remembered everything in reality.

This is an illusion, a trick used by the people of Yinchen Pavilion to confuse him and break his mind!

Hu Jiulang woke up and roared suddenly. He raised his hand to form a seal, and the cinnabar on his fingertips ignited with dazzling golden light. He struck hard at the portrait in front of him, and the portrait disappeared immediately.

"Yang Tong?"

Hu Jiulang was a little confused and didn't understand what this illusion meant.

"Senior brother! Senior brother, you're awake!"

Fan Mengxue saw Hu Jiulang slowly opening his eyes and cried with joy. She quickly held his arm, her eyes were red, "I thought I would never be able to wake you up again..."

Hu Jiulang slowly opened his eyes, with lingering confusion in his eyes. He looked at Fan Mengxue in front of him, her red eyes, and the tears on her face. His heart felt warm, but was immediately replaced by a biting coldness. The images in the fantasy were still clearly imprinted in his mind. Yang Tong's tenderness, Yang Tong's determination, and the bone-chilling betrayal were like a brand, engraved in his heart, lingering.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was still pale and his breath was a little disordered.He turned to look at the middle-aged man. The confusion in his eyes had long been replaced by an icy cold light. The aura around him became sharper and more solemn than before.

"You are quite good at using illusions to arouse people's obsessions and break their minds."

Hu Jiulang's voice was hoarse, but it contained an undeniable chill.

"Yinchen Pavilion, you can even use this evil illusion so skillfully."

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