Fear will slowly die out over time.

This is a phrase often mentioned.

But the premise for all of this is knowing that the thing that brings fear cannot threaten oneself.

Like the fear brought by horror movies, because one knows that it is just an illusion, a fantasy woven by human talent, and 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 past memories like a ghost.

If it is transformed into reality again.

Then it can be known,

Fear never disappears.

When seeing it again, that fear is still vivid.

The turbid-eyed old man and Zhu Hongmiao widened their eyes, watching Wei Yuan stretch out his palm, watching his five fingers spread open, holding the elegant and delicate geisha doll in his hand, and then his palm casually clenched, the existence called a god did not resist at all, and was squeezed to make a creaking sound.

It is unknown if it was an illusion.

No, it must be an illusion.

The old man's palm trembled slightly.

He, just now, seemed to have heard the god make a short and terrified scream—

Just like a beast chased by a pack of wolves.

Wei Yuan's strength had greatly increased at this moment, and his five fingers continued to increase their strength, directly crushing the geisha doll in his palm. The old man was shocked and angry in his heart, but then he breathed a sigh of relief. His shock and anger lay in Wei Yuan's disrespect for the god, while his joy came from his understanding of the god.

The divinity was attached to the doll, and was itself subject to certain constraints.

Now that the doll was crushed, it was actually releasing the divine constraints and allowing the god to exert its greatest strength.

The doll fragments fell to the ground with a crash.

A gust of wind rose, and a female phantom wearing a twelve-layered kimono flashed past, not even glancing at her own clan. After appearing, she immediately fled. The decisiveness of her escape left the old man temporarily speechless.

Wei Yuan just wanted to take the opportunity to force the divinity, preferably gaining the upper hand, but he did not expect that even though he had two thousand years more experience than back then, his nature had not changed at all. He could not help shaking his head and muttering silently, "Exactly the same as back then."

The old man's heart was extremely complicated, while Zhu Hongmiao was slightly regretful, not expecting that the god would also run away.

Then he thought, now that the god has escaped, how can they catch her back?

Judging from the speed at which she left just now, it was almost faster than flying, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the old man closed his eyes and said nothing, obviously not intending to say anything, and that the god had left, Wei Yuan did not immediately chase after her, but raised his hand and patted Zhu Hongmiao. The latter shivered, sat down on the ground, and could not help but gasp, feeling that his legs were numb.

"Do you know what kind of trick you were hit with?"

Zhu Hongmiao rubbed his leg and hesitated, "...An illusion?"

"Yes, an illusion."

Wei Yuan nodded and continued, "Do you know what the essence of illusion is?"

Zhu Hongmiao hesitated, "...Deception?"

Wei Yuan said, "Yes, it's deception. Deceiving the senses, deceiving cognition. With some techniques, and the strength of the divine soul, it can be easily done. Of course, you can also call it sleight of hand. When facing these people, sometimes the five senses are useless."

The old man's face suddenly changed slightly. He suddenly jumped up, seemingly intending to fight Wei Yuan directly, but as soon as he got up, he heard a loud noise, and then a flower of blood exploded directly on his leg. He fell to the ground decisively, his face pale. Wei Yuan put away the gun in his hand.

At close range, and not a martial arts cultivator, without any protective magical powers, guns are 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. I have a friend who said a sentence."

Wei Yuan's mouth curled up, imitating Wu Zhiqi's tone, with clear contempt in his voice:

"Which proper god would use sleight of hand as their fundamental divine power?"

He paused and said, "This is just the means of street performers in the capital of Shenzhou during the Tang and Song Dynasties, earning three or five silver coins. Planting a tree and picking pears, but picking things from the fruit vendor's cart; cutting open a watermelon, but actually using an illusion to kill someone, cutting off a human head, is a side door skill in the Daoist school."

"In ancient times, the Laoshan Taoists cut paper to transform into the moon, and threw a chopstick to transform into Chang'e dancing, which was already an amazing and brilliant skill, much more powerful than this so-called illusion."

Seeing this young man chattering endlessly, the old man gritted his teeth secretly, using his own method to control his body, allowing his injuries to slowly heal and stop the bleeding. Then, when this young man approached, intending to arrest him, he suddenly erupted.

As if he had exhausted all his strength.

The knife in his hand stabbed into the young man's third rib.

This person did not seem to be good at close combat. The old man mustered his remaining courage. The blade cut through the ribs and pierced into the heart. The young man, who had been so confident just now, looked incredulous, covered his chest, and fell down, quickly accumulating a pool of blood on the ground.

Zhu Hongmiao was stunned, then furious. But before he could raise his hand to counterattack, he was assassinated by the old man. The sword in his hand pierced Zhu Hongmiao's heart, and then with a spell, the old man directly turned into smoke and quickly escaped, his heart beating fast, extremely nervous.

Now that things had come to this, he had killed a Shenzhou cultivator and a member of the Shenzhou government.

It would be exposed sooner or later, so he had to leave Shenzhou quickly.

Even though the 'calamities' that had been buried before had not yet reached the time when they should play their role, he could no longer care so much now. The old man quickly formed hand seals, chanting names while casting spells, and at the same time speaking out the specific locations where the calamities were buried.

In order to remotely connect with the 'calamities' and cause them to erupt.

Finally, he detonated all the 'calamities'.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, but then found something wrong. This alley was not long, but why could he not run out? He had to run with all his might. Ahead, he saw himself again, saw the smiling young man, saw the young policeman.

??!

The old man's face changed drastically.

Seeing the young man turn his head, it was as if time had gone back to the beginning.

The young man naturally asked:

"Do you know what kind of trick you were hit with?"

The old man's scalp suddenly went numb, and then he subconsciously answered.

"...An illusion?"

Everything was the same as what had just happened, only the person answering had changed, like a cycle.

This greatly increased the fear in the old man's heart, and then everything in front of him dissipated. There were no wounds on his legs, and he was still sitting in the same place, but he did not know when, all of his cultivation had been sealed. And in front of him were scattered the talismans that could detonate the 'calamities', as well as the specific locations.

These intelligence that he swore he would not reveal even if he died, were actually spoken out by himself.

The geisha doll was held in Wei Yuan's hand.

That wisp of divinity had not even been able to escape because of fear.

In the instant of fleeing, Wei Yuan activated the edict in his hand, forcibly dragging her back.

As for illusions, the principle of this kind of magical power is very simple. It is actually relying on the strength of the divine soul to suppress the other party's divine soul, causing the other party to produce all kinds of illusions. After knowing the principle, Wei Yuan could also do it with the edict.

What's more, he never expected that when he was using illusions based on his past understanding of the other party's techniques.

This geisha doll would actually help him, confusing her own clan.

At this moment, the divinity emanating from the geisha doll was suppressed by the edict made of the seal, and by the fear from its instinct. She suppressed that almost physiological fear, and respectfully knelt down, saying, "...Lord Divine Eagle, you're back again. It's been two thousand years..."

Divine Eagle? What a tasteless name?

Wei Yuan recalled the iron eagle badge on the hilt of his sword, and did not say much. He said:

"I only ask you one question."

Seeing that he did not object, the divinity became even more respectful, saying, "Please speak."

Wei Yuan stared at her and said, "Xu Shi, is he still alive?"

The divinity was stunned for a moment before realizing who these two words referred to. The fear in her heart was lessened.

She took a breath, smiled, and said in a gentle tone:

"Ah, are you here to find your friend? Lord Xu Shi, no, he should be called Amenominakanushi, is Emperor Jinmu. This lord has always been very healthy. If you go, he will definitely be very happy."

She saw that the young man in front of her obviously breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He's still alive."

"That's great."

The divinity smiled.

Then she heard Wei Yuan say calmly, "That way, I can kill him with my own hands."

"It would be a pity if he just died like this."

His tone was peaceful, but the killing intent was terrifyingly strong.

The divinity sensed something was wrong, her expression froze, and then she hurriedly cried out, "Lord Divine Eagle, spare me..."

"I am willing to submit to you, willing to be driven, even if I die a thousand times, I will not hesitate."

"Please, for the sake of me having at least some skills, give me a chance to atone for my sins."

Her voice was sincere and panicked. Wei Yuan's expression did not change at all. His palm shrank slightly, and in the center of his palm, the seal representing the foundation of an orthodox Heavenly God emerged, swelling in the wind. A fierce tiger appeared behind the young man, his eyes slightly closed, his tone indifferent, and he replied:

"Those who offend my Shenzhou, shall be executed without pardon."

"Execute immediately!"

His five fingers pressed down.

The divinity finally gave up, screaming and frantically fleeing, but she could not escape the scope of the mountain, could not escape the flow of the wind. The seal descended from the sky, and decisively imprinted on the forehead of the female god wearing the twelve-layered kimono. The latter grunted and died on the spot.

Her spirituality dissipated, leaving only the purest divinity slowly emerging, turning into a bead.

Within the scope of Shenzhou, using a seal transformed from the orthodox divinity of Shenzhou, to kill a tsukumogami.

It was a bit of an overkill.

Wei Yuan recalled that Xu Fu had once refined this kind of thing into pills, so he simply put away the bead and tapped it on the bronze plate, the sound was crisp. Zhu Hongmiao and the old man, who had both fallen into illusions, were completely awakened.

As soon as they woke up, they saw the scene of the divinity silently dissipating.

Zhu Hongmiao touched his heart and found that there was not a single wound. The things that had just happened were like his own wild thoughts. It took him a long time to recover, and then he realized what the scene he had just seen represented. He could not help but click his tongue and said, "Just, just killed her? That was a god..."

"Yes, killed her."

Wei Yuan put away the bronze plate, pointed to the things on the stall, and said, "These things, I'll trouble you to handle them. He wrote down everything he did before. You are much more professional and more powerful than me in the following things."

"Uh, well, okay."

Zhu Hongmiao still could not recover from the fact that a god had been killed, and could not help but murmured:

"That was a god, just killed like that?"

Wei Yuan stood up and said, "So what if she was a god?"

He reached out and gently patted Zhu Hongmiao on the shoulder, smiling:

"I've heard this saying."

"Those who offend my Shenzhou, even if they are strange forces and chaotic gods, will be arrested and executed."

"Let us encourage each other."

He said jokingly, threw down the geisha fragments in his hand, stood up and left. Zhu Hongmiao and his colleagues swarmed up, suppressing the old man. When they turned back, the person from just now had long since disappeared, as if it had all been just a dream.

…………………………

Wei Yuan returned to the museum.

He raised his hand and took out the bronze plate, seeing the taotie patterns on it slowly light up.

And in the museum, the Shang King's Bronze Jue, and the Wu Xian's Danfeng Ding, also began to slowly light up at the same time.

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