The dark clouds were burned red by the sunset, and they were pressed heavily on the roof of Weiming Palace.

Before the burning of the slaughterhouse caused a commotion in the Beiyin, Bai Luo, Zong Ye and others returned to Weiming Palace with the corpse of the peasant daughter and Xiao Mingjing.

Unexpectedly, there was silence in Weiming Palace and Jingtong disappeared.

Everyone stood in the empty Weiming Palace, and even Situ Lu disappeared after leaving Jingtong. There was a strange feeling in the black palace, and even the maid wearing black feathered clothes disappeared in the Weiming Palace.

This silence is even more shocking than being chased by the group of dead people in the slaughterhouse. The murderous intent surged in this silence even the peasant girl who knew nothing about martial arts and magic could feel it.

Zong Ye gently jumped onto the black jade glass top of Weiming Palace. The flames were surging in the direction of the slaughterhouse, and the black smoke wrapped around the resentment reflected in the red sky. A mysterious moon in the sky was still bright.

Zong Ye's face darkened: "Master, it's a little strange."

Not only Weiming Palace, but also there is no one on the street.

Without Jeong Tong, it would be like losing the key to the illusion.

Xue Huo said in confusion: "If this illusion was created by Yan Yanli, then even if everyone in this illusion disappeared, Yan Yanli should still be in this illusion. I'm afraid something happened to Yan Yanli."

Xue Huo's words are correct. The illusion cannot cause any harm to the owner of the illusion. If it hurts the owner of the illusion, it will only cause the entire illusion to collapse.

Unless the judgment at the beginning was wrong, this illusion was not created by Yu Tong. But it was impossible. There should not be any illusion in this world that can trap Yu Yanli, only it is that she herself doesn't want to go out.

So either Jeongtong hid himself, or something happened to Jeongtong.

Judging from this situation, there was no one on the street, and the illusion was hiding in a situation of collapse. The possibility of Jeong Tong encountering an accident is even greater.

Bai Luo said coldly: "Zongye, follow me to the Shura Field. Jinyan and Yuzhu follow Xue Henwan to find Yan Li in Weiming Palace, and use fireworks as their names. If she is the master of this illusion, she will never disappear."

Xue Huo asked, "What are you looking for?"

Bai Luo said in a deep voice: "A person who should never appear here. Some things want to be clear about."

After saying that, everyone divided into two groups. Zong Ye and Bai Luo walked towards the Shura Field.

Bai Luo and Zong Ye were walking on the desolate and dark streets. The wind swept from the dirty ground was still mixed with a stench and fishy smell. The black smoke rolled in the distance, and the clouds above the Shura Field were pressing against the black black iron cage.

Bai Luo walked into the dungeon of the desolate blood and mud step by step on the stone slab that mixed with old blood and mud. The fat mouse stepped past Bai Luo's instep. The dungeon was silent, and even the occasional rustling sounds and swallowing saliva that had appeared before were gone.

Walking down to the bottom of the Waste Prison, the Xuantie Prison, which could not be seen at the end, stretched towards the deepest part of the darkness. The Xuantie Prison was covered with hay, and fragments of bones fell on the ground. Everything seemed to be the same, but no one was there.

Zong Ye stepped on the mud, and the smell of fishy smell poured into his nose. He felt a shock and chill in his heart and spread to his limbs. The blood that was originally flowing seemed to be frozen. Zong Ye's hands and feet became colder and colder, and white mist came out of his mouth.

"You wait for me on the top." Bai Luo said, looking at the cold moonlight falling from the top of the desolate prison. The same was true when the two were in the desolate prison before, and the cold symptoms of Zongye would be severe once he entered Ye.

Zong Ye shook his head and said lightly: "The illusion is unstable, so it's better for us to be together."

Seeing Zong Ye insisting, Bai Luo did not reject him anymore.

Bai Luo stood in front of a cage at the end of the desolate prison. The cage was pitch black and silent, but Bai Luo could still feel someone. The only person in the entire desolate prison except Bai Luo and Zong Ye.

"The Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin, we meet again." Bai Luo said coldly.

"Another?" The Emperor of Northern Yin Fengdu showed a row of gloomy teeth in the darkness. The iron chains dragged over the ground, making a sharp sound echoing in the desolate prison. "Little girl, do you still dare to come back to see me?"

"Why don't you dare?"

The illusion is transformed by human memory or obsession. People in the illusion are all people in the memory of the illusion master. However, once the illusion is long, many variables will arise. There will be more people who are not in the memory of the illusion master. For example, Xiao Liangrou in the illusion mirror.

The life and death of these people will not be connected with the Lord of the Illusion.

The Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin slowly walked out of the darkness, and his white and messy hair cast a shadow of fangs and claws on the ground, and rushed towards Bai Luo.

This time, the Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, crossed the line at the intersection of light and darkness. His limbs were slender, and his flesh was wrinkled against his skulled bones, but he was not weak. On the contrary, he was more like a slutch bone, filled with the strength of his bones. His gray hair was scattered on both sides of his cheeks and exposed his sunken eye sockets. The sunken flesh wrinkles on his eye sockets seemed to have a knot in the middle. The empty eye sockets had no eyeballs, but they still seemed to be staring at Bai Luo.

The Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin smiled and said, "It's indeed you. The Emperor Jianwu has now become a little girl with no power. Are you still so brave?"

When Zong Ye heard that the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin called Bai Luo's name, he immediately stood in front of Bai Luo.

The Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin turned his head and stared at Zong Ye with his empty eyes, took off the chain as thick as his arm from his wrist and threw it on the ground: "Shen Tu, it seems that it is not very wise to come to me on Yue Ye."

Zong Ye blew out a mouthful of white mist, and the Red Lotus and Fallen Moon Knife pointed at the ground diagonally: "Is that true?"

Bai Luo's eyes flashed. The blind man relied on his voice and the anger on that person. He rarely recognized the wrong person.

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, looked at Zong Ye and frowned: "Shen Tu, you seem to be a little different?"

Zong Ye looked at the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin without saying a word, and the cold light of the Red Lotus Fallen Moon Sword was reflected on his face with the moonlight.

Bai Luo stretched out his hand and held Zong Ye's hand holding the knife. "Northern Fengdu Emperor, you should know that this is an illusion. If the illusion collapses, you will be trapped here forever."

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, gently placed his hand on the prison door: "Yes, how could you know that I was not the one created in the illusion of Suzaku?"

"Eyeballs." Bai Luo said lightly.

The Emperor of Fengdu, Beiyin, stroked his hand on his eyes and sneered: "Aren't my eyes blinded by you?"

"You are just blind, I didn't take your eyes. Your eyes were taken after the demon barrier was closed. You shouldn't know about this." Bai Luo looked up at the Emperor of Fengdu in Beiyin, as if he hadn't seen him for many years: "How did it look like this? Who is the person who dug out your eyes?"
Chapter completed!