Xuanxia

Chapter 1115 The Deepest Fear
The heart-wrenching roar from Qiu Chan did make Fu Qingzhou's heart tremble a little.

But soon, he sneered.

"Illusion? In the end, it's just a crude trick... Are you trying to explore the fear in my heart?"

"Yes, Zhao Liang used this move in the Styx to break Ning Wuwang's defense... But it didn't work on me."

Fu Qingzhou coldly looked at the "Qiu Chan" in the sky and said indifferently: "It's boring, change a batch."

Qiu Chan's face also turned cold, and then she grinned, stretched the black stitches on her lips, and said with a smile: "Do you think this is an illusion?"

"Fu Qingzhou...you are wrong."

"If this is an illusion, then you should break it... Let us see your abilities."

The long bridge of flesh and blood under Fu Qingzhou's feet suddenly shook violently.

He lowered his head, and saw that the skulls on the bridge suddenly turned towards him, pus and blood oozing from their dark eye sockets: "Hero... We are in so much pain!"

He frowned and stepped back subconsciously, but the sole of his boot crushed a row of teeth.

Broken Tooth cried like a baby at his feet, and black water oozed from between his teeth. The rotting faces of those who died in the Dirty Stone Plague emerged in the water.

"The disease has never been cured..."

"It's happening again..."

"No one can save us..."

"No one can save us..."

"No one will come to rescue us..."

Fu Qingzhou's brows furrowed even deeper.

He didn't feel scared, just sick.

Is this the torture that "Hell" gives me? Such a despicable method?

In that case, let's break it.

Fu Qingzhou had an idea and was ready to open his third eye - but then he discovered that his third eye had disappeared.

His pupils shrank!
The third eye is not just a special existence in the physical body, but is closely connected to the soul. How could it disappear?

He quickly closed his eyes tightly.

The screams and ghost cries in his ears became more and more numerous and complicated. He tried his best to close his ears and not listen, just focusing on inner vision.

But the result of introspection was the same...his soul was still harmonious and powerful, but his third eye was gone!

Is it because Qi Ran left?

It doesn’t matter, even without the third eye, you can still dispel delusions!
Fu Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, raised his foot, and stepped down heavily!
An extremely terrifying force burst out!

Even if I just rely on my own strength to break up this illusion, there will be no problem!
The long bridge of flesh and blood under his feet crumbled piece by piece like colored glass. Countless skulls turned into powder in the shock. The river of blood rolled back and condensed into strange blood beads in mid-air. The floating fetuses laughed in unison, and their umbilical cords twisted around his ankles like poisonous snakes.

All hell began to break loose.

The city wall made of human bodies melted like wax, and skinned corpses fell from the eaves and shattered into pieces in mid-air.

The pulsating flesh membrane on the sky twitched violently, purple-black blood vessels burst one after another, and pus and blood poured down like a rainstorm.

The rotten heart hanging in the air suddenly contracted, and the millions of human faces embedded on the surface let out miserable wails at the same time. Qiu Chan's face was twisted and deformed in the crack of the ventricle. The moment the black line broke, the whole heart exploded!

"You can't escape..."

In the blood rain, the remains of the heart condensed into a giant face that covered the sky and the sun.

It was a strange face made up of countless pieces of meat, and half of Qiu Chan's face grew on each piece of meat.

It showed a hideous grin before it dissipated, with the corners of its mouth torn all the way to its ears, revealing a dark void behind it.

"We'll see each other...in the real..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The giant face dissipated like smoke, and when the last drop of pus and blood fell to the ground, the entire hell scene was completely shattered.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes blurred.

The white fog covered the view again, but this time it was much thinner.

He found himself standing in an open area, surrounded by densely packed Northern Frontier Army soldiers—all of them frozen in place in a charging posture.

Hong Ruohai raised his sword high, roared and chopped forward, but there was no one in front of him; Ning Wushu drew his long sword, and the blade was frozen in the arc of the chop; Zhao Hao opened his mouth as if shouting, but his Adam's apple was frozen in the moment of trembling.

The two hundred thousand strong army turned into a group of sculptures, and even the dust they raised was suspended in the air.

Fu Qingzhou suddenly felt something strange under his feet.

Looking down, he saw a bloody corpse under his feet.

He was a young soldier, his armor sunk into his chest, his eyeballs popped out of their sockets due to the pressure, and blood, still warm, was slowly oozing out of his mouth and nose - it was obvious that he had just been trampled to death!
"this!"

Fu Qingzhou lifted his foot as if he had been electrocuted, and the sole of his shoe was stuck with broken meat and bone fragments.

Looking around, more details emerged: many soldiers had fresh cracks on their armor, some were in blocking postures, broken weapons were scattered on the ground, and the entire army seemed to have experienced a fratricidal melee. "No, no."

Fu Qingzhou pursed his lips and murmured, "We were dragged into the white mist as spirits, not as physical bodies. I can't really crush any soldiers to death. This is still an illusion."

But is this still an illusion?
At his current level, no illusion could deceive him. The feeling under his feet was extremely real. He was at least 70% sure that he had really stepped on something to death.

"No matter what it is, it must not be the Northern Frontier Army. The scene here is still fake."

Fu Qingzhou's current state of mind cannot be disturbed so easily.

"Is it fog again..."

He sneered, suddenly raised his hands, stretched his arms forward, and clasped them together in front of him!
Snapped!
This was the sound of his palms clapping together.

But what is really important is the palm wind brought by his palm!

The moment Fu Qingzhou's palms collided, violent energy exploded like a raging wave!

Wherever the palm wind passed, the white mist melted in an instant like snow meeting boiling water.

The moment the fog dissipated, the solidified "Northern Frontier Army" suddenly twisted and deformed - those soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons turned into ordinary people. The terrified expressions on their faces had not yet faded away when they were knocked to the ground by the sudden palm wind.

The few people closest to them even sprayed blood mist in the air and fell on the bluestone road like rag dolls.

Obviously, this was because they could not withstand the wind from the palm and were directly "blown" to death!
"Xishuo City?!"

Fu Qingzhou's pupils suddenly shrank.

There was no large army in sight; it was clearly a town street: the signs of teahouses and taverns swayed in the wind, the overturned pancakes from the cart were covered in dust, and the eaves of the City God Temple in the distance cast jagged shadows in the sun.

The "soldier" under his feet turned into a thin boy.

The boy's sternum was sunken, and the blood foam from the corners of his mouth soaked through his coarse linen collar. Fu Qingzhou's figure was still reflected in his dilated pupils.

"People from outside the city are breaking in!"

"He started killing people!"

"Run!"

The old man selling steamed cakes on the street corner screamed and fell into the stall. The scalding steam from the overturned steamer blurred his wrinkled face.

The woman holding the baby staggered back, her embroidered shoes stepped on the hem of her skirt and she fell to the ground, the child in her arms crying heart-wrenchingly.

Soon, everyone on the street fled, leaving only the sounds of panic coming from afar.

Fu Qingzhou's temple was throbbing.

Xishuo City has long been a deserted city. Where did these people come from?

Could it be that I really killed someone unconsciously?

But I am not a spirit body...

and many more.

Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized something.

He raised his head.

There was still a light white mist above the zenith, but the sun could be seen... The sun was as bright as spring, but he could not feel a trace of warmth.

Of course, it’s not the warmth that’s important.

Fu Qingzhou's cultivation level has now reached a high level, and his perception of heaven and earth is extremely sharp. He realized at the first moment that it was not the real sun.

But here...

"You really killed him and those people."

Zhao Liang's voice came from not far away.

Fu Qingzhou turned his head.

Zhao Liang was dressed in a brocade robe and walked slowly towards us from not far away. His face was as calm as water and his steps were steady.

"This place is not real." Fu Qingzhou stood up slowly.

"Yes and no."

Zhao Liang said calmly: "But this is the real Xishuo City."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes: "I understand... You gathered the souls of everyone in the city together and opened up a half-real, half-illusory city? Do they still think that they are truly alive?"

"Of course they are truly alive." Zhao Liang tilted his head slightly: "If you hadn't appeared, you could have lived here forever."

"You're working on digital life, right?"

Fu Qingzhou rubbed his temple, and the touch of his fingertips was equally real.

"Isn't this bad?"

Zhao Liang said softly: "Let them live carefree in a paradise... forever and ever, without having to worry about birth, old age, sickness and death."

(End of this chapter)