C161 Drum Beats

What he felt was, as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything around him seemed to disappear in an instant. He was now above the clouds, surrounded by fog. He could not see his surroundings clearly, let alone distinguish between the east, west, south, and north. The entire world seemed to be covered by layers of fog, so much so that he felt like he was in a huge 'maze'.

There was no joy, no sadness, no color, and nothing. If one wanted to categorize it as a philosophy, it would be completely unclear who I am, where I come from, and where I want to go.

Zhang Jingxuan, who was in the illusion realm, smiled coldly. Breaking the mystery, since it was a mystery, then it was used to break it. Just as he was about to get rid of the illusion realm, the mysterious drum in the wilderness sounded once again.

In the illusion, the drum seemed to be magnified a hundred times or a thousand times. It felt like it was real as it rolled toward him. Zhang Jingxuan could only feel the strength of his body being suppressed by the rumbling sound of the drum. What was even more terrifying was that... Even his fighting spirit was being eliminated by the rumbling drum beats.

The first and second illusionary realms that he had just broken seemed to have been reborn, surging back once more.

Why would he be happy when he was happy? Why would he be sad if he was sad? Relief is a kind of sadness? Or was it the ultimate joy? Who can give an answer?

In the end, Zhang Jingxuan couldn't tell whether he was in the illusion realm or the illusion realm itself was the most real existence in his heart.

Where the path was, where he was going, were all unknown.

The only thing that he could feel was a future that he could never grasp. It would be an extremely difficult and thorny path, which was why he sometimes let loose. It felt like he was in a game life. This might be a silent struggle against a future that he could not grasp.

As for the drum beats, it was unknown when they stopped rumbling like deafening drums. On the contrary, it was lightly tapping and slowly twisting as it spoke. It was as if they were whispering something to him, or as if they were issuing an invitation. He wanted to bring him to an unknown place, where the Four Seasons Flower was blooming. Happiness and freedom.

The reason why the Wind Cloud Stream's illusory realm was able to temporarily trap Zhang Jingxuan was at least 70% of the credit was due to the sound of the drum that came from afar. At this moment, the sound of the drum became increasingly deep, and no one else could hear it. However, the pressure and restraint it gave Zhang Jingxuan was getting heavier and heavier. It was obvious that the drum thrower was also going all out. It was not easy at all.

Zhang Jingxuan, who was in the maze, was unable to tell whether it was real or fake at the moment. He had a confused feeling, and it was all because of the clarity of his heart and his super powerful strength that he would not be invaded by external devils.

At this moment, Zhang Jingxuan, who was in danger, closed his eyes. His fists clashed with Hu Xihan's, and it seemed like they were still in a stalemate. Qin Ande and Hu Xihan, who were behind him, had just sent out their punches, but they were all dispersed by Zhang Jingxuan. Both of them immediately felt their blood boiling, and their True Qi was wandering around in their bodies, not listening to their commands. At this moment, neither of them dared to make any reckless moves. They urged their strength to join in and trap Zhang Jingxuan. At the same time, they were both trying their best to regulate their breathing and suppress the abnormal true qi in their bodies.

The Wind Cloud Stream, which was ranked third, felt that their fist force illusion technique seemed to have some effect, but Qin Ande and Hu Xihan's fist force just now also seemed to have successfully invaded. In the end, both of them were defeated by a single strike, and both of them seemed to have suffered serious injuries. He couldn't make the same mistake again. He had to take the risk of making light progress. He continued to wrap around them slowly, so that his opponent would no longer be able to fight back when he noticed them. That was the way to success.

Moreover, to control this kind of illusionary hidden force, the requirement for the spellcaster's concentration was extremely high. If one was not careful, then the illusion might backfire on its owner. The user will become an idiot and will never have the chance to recover. Therefore, Wind Cloud Stream could only focus on controlling the illusion of fist force, not daring to be distracted at all.

Zhang Jingxuan was in a dangerous situation, and he was alone. No one could help him at this critical moment. Besides, the people outside could only see that the battle had entered a deadlock after the exchange of blows. Who would have thought that there would be such a soul-stirring battle inside?

At this moment, a silent attack had become the key to this battle.

Daoist Priest Yisu and Han Siwen were the last. They saw that Qin Ande and Hu Xihan were obviously injured and bleeding from the corner of their mouths. They were still struggling to hold on, but it seemed like they had finally managed to trap Zhang Jingxuan in the third round of Wind Cloud Stream.

It could be said that although the opponent's strength was beyond imagination, everything was still going according to the plan.

If they didn't attack now, when would they? This was a perfect cooperation that had been tested and tested.

Daoist Priest Yisu shook the horsetail whisk with his right hand, and a large black beetle flew out from the horsetail whisk. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it received Daoist Priest Yisu's special instructions. It buzzed and rushed towards Zhang Jingxuan with a buzzing sound.

At the same time, Daoist Priest Yisu carefully took out a bullet with his left hand. He pointed it at Zhang Jingxuan's head and flicked it. The tiny pellet flew to the sky above Zhang Jingxuan's head. With a pop, it shattered and turned into a light pink smoke, enveloping Zhang Jingxuan within it. If Zhang Jingxuan, who was ignorant of the changes in the outside world, saw this, he would definitely smile bitterly. Shouldn't this be called retribution?

The big black bug's flying speed was very slow, perhaps because it was too fat. Its wings were too short, and it finally flew in front of Zhang Jingxuan. It landed on the side of Zhang Jingxuan's neck and opened its two shiny teeth. He opened his mouth towards Zhang Jingxuan's neck. The surrounding area of the wound immediately turned black.

After that bite, the big black bug seemed to have become a historical mission. It kicked its leg and fell to the ground. It was unknown whether it was dead or alive.

Daoist Priest Yisu saw that everything was going as he had expected. A strange smile appeared on his face, as if victory was within his grasp.

Zhang Jingxuan, who was still wandering in the "trance," was unable to exit the door. That damn drum beat was like a death throttle, forcefully dragging him along. There were several times when he clearly saw the light of hope to escape, but he was disrupted by the drum beat that was trying his best to obstruct him, causing all his efforts to be in vain. Although the drum now also felt like it was at the end of its flight and was gradually becoming chaotic and close to exhaustion, however, the longer he was trapped here, the more dangerous it would be.

On one hand, he could collapse at any time and fall into eternal damnation. On the other hand, even if a butcher who did not know martial arts came with a sharp knife, it would still bring him great danger.

He had to admit that he had underestimated his opponent again, which was why he was in such a dangerous situation where he had lost control of himself.

At this moment, Zhang Jingxuan suddenly felt a strange fragrance assailing his nostrils. His head instantly felt dizzy, but immediately, a sharp pain struck his neck. He couldn't help but let out an "Ah" sound. He had been hit by Daoist Priest Yisu's trick.