The pure blue color shattered and turned into scattered fluorescence.

What appeared in front of Xuandu was exactly the same figure as him, the same blue long gown was also filled with patches.

The only difference is that the person in front of Xuandu is already old, and his old and shriveled skin has gathered together, forming a ravine.

His hair was covered with colorful hair and he was messy along his shoulders, as if no one had sorted it out for a long time.

From the vague expression of my eyebrows and eyes, I could tell that this is the old self.

So old and so haggard.

There was no slight wise light in the turbid eyes, only blur and unsightedness remained.

The crystal clearness flowing around the corner of the mouth further shows that the elderly have lost their consciousness.

People from all directions were either struggling or fighting fiercely, but Xuandu stood on the stone pillar and stared at him quietly.

He faced his fear, the fear that penetrated deep into his soul.

From top to bottom, he looked at himself in a scrupulous manner.

"Born in heaven and earth, and die in heaven and earth, there is no sorrow."

"The only thing that I am sad about is that I cannot control myself, the great way cannot be pursued by myself, and life is not as good as death. This is what I fear."

Xuandu's voice was very light, as if he was talking to him, and more like he was cutting open his invisible scar and squeezed out the pus in it.

Around him, there were screams of people shooting down from the illusion formed on the stone pillars from time to time.

Whenever someone fell, blue light flashed above the fifteen stone pillars, slowly falling onto the ground. Under the supervision of Qin Ruishi, the people under the stone pillar immediately began a new round of climbing.

The stone pillars in Xuandu were the quietest. He looked at himself and gently slid down his old cheek with his right hand.

The touch of the dry bark seemed to be like this person in front of me.

"Xuan is afraid."

Xuandu slowly lowered his hand, hung it in front of him, and sighed.

"But everything in the world is changing."

"Xuandu thought he would be frightened when he saw this."

"But the moment I saw it, I suddenly became frightened."

"The mysterious Xuandu is actually dead. What's the point of death? I'm just holding my body to the same mountain. What's so sad about it?"

Xuandu smiled.

"Death is not terrible, life is meaningless."

He looked at the illusion in front of him, as if he was chatting with his old friend.

"What should I call you, illusion?"

"You have hesitated for so long that you know that what I fear is invisible and invisible."

"So you can't show my fear, you can't show it, you can only make this bad decision, right?"

Xuandu seems to be in doubt, but it is more of a certainty.

"Now, this is meaningless, let the illusion disperse!"

Xuandu shook his head gently, as if talking to his heart.

Appearance is born from the mind.

Xuan Du knew that the self in front of him was just a illusion in his heart, and the fear in his heart dissipated, so naturally there would be no illusions.

As Xuandu's voice sounded, the old self in front of Xuandu seemed to hear Xuandu's call. His originally condensed body gradually became illusory.

Cracked cracks covered the old Xuandu's body and then shattered in an instant.

It's like the water moon mirror flower is completely disturbed.

On the hard stone pillar, only Xuandu sitting cross-legged for a moment was left.

It's like everything is like a dream, never happened or happened.

Xuandu slowly supported his body with his right hand and looked around.

Behind him, Fan Zeng still fell in front of "Xuandu". Every time he took action, he would get a more terrifying counterattack.

Beside Fan Zeng, Huadu was still being beaten by his father. His scream was still full of energy. It seemed that there was no problem with howling twice as long.

But the rest of the people have changed a lot.

At this time, there was blood on the corner of Fan Zeng's mouth, but his fists were still clenched.

"Xuandu" stood quietly in place, and he looked up at himself in the distance.

"You lost to me again."

Fan Zeng, who was lying on the stone pillar, turned his head, looked at Xuandu in the distance, and smiled bitterly.

The illusion in front of Xuandu has completely disappeared.

Without the shackles of illusions, he is afraid he can stay forever.

And as long as the false "Xuandu" in front of him uses a little effort, he will be thrown off the stone platform.

"Yes, I lost again."

Fan Zeng lowered his head. This was not the first time he had lost to Xuandu's men.

Xuandu is like invincible.

"Xuandu" did not take action. He looked at himself in the distance with an envious look in his eyes.

"I really envy him. I still have a lot of time to seek the truth, and I, as soon as you leave, will completely disappear, as if it has never existed."

Fan Zeng raised his head and said in a daze:

"Are you really just an illusion?"

Will there really be so many ideas for an illusion?

"Xuandu" smiled and he took his eyes off his body.

"I'm an illusion."

"But at least the moment when I exist, I really exist."

"Fan Zeng, you are my friend, so I don't want you to be out, too, that Huaduo's father, otherwise you two wouldn't have stayed on the stone platform for so long."

"But it's our destiny to scare you."

"So, Fan Zeng?"

Xuandu, who had transformed from the illusion, turned his head.

"You can't beat me, so forgetting your fear is the only chance you can win."

“The only chance?”

Fan Zeng seemed to be thinking, and he slowly closed his eyes.

forget?

It's not that simple, but Xuan at this time shouldn't be his fear, but a friend.

A person who is willing to treat himself kindly even if he should be hostile should not be afraid.

"Yes, that's it!"

The "Xuandu" standing in front of Fan Zeng and the Xuandu, who stood on the empty stone pillar in the distance, spoke at the same time.

A faint voice rang in the air with a hint of smile.

The illusion of "Xuandu" slowly disappeared and drifted in front of Fan Zeng's eyes.

Fan Zeng, who was lying on the stone pillar, was a little confused, but then he turned to look at Xuandu.

"Xuandu, you still want to teach me even if you become an illusion."

Fan Zeng smiled.

At least at this time, he had one more friend and one less fear.

Huadu's father, who was still beating Huadu in the distance, kept his hands, but sighed.

"Everyone understands this principle, but why don't you, a naughty child?"

"Dad, you'd better continue to fight. I can be next to you, it won't hurt!"

"You're much lighter today than before."

Huadu raised his head and said innocently.

"I……"

The man in gorgeous clothes and purple clothes looked more angry and slapped him.

"Dad, it hurts now."

Huaduo was stunned for a moment.

"It hurts? I'll beat you to death, an unfilial son."

Huadu's screams became more and more miserable.

At this time, Li Chunqiu's expression, like a stone sculpture, suddenly changed.

The white tiger behind Li Chunqiu also stood up, and a long roar seemed to be angry.

A colorful python crawled along the four walls of the canyon towards the canyon.

The giant python, which was more than five feet long, walked towards this place.

What is important is not this, what is important is that Li Chunqiu felt the feeling of spiritual energy on the giant python.
Chapter completed!