National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

"With such a lineup, it's no wonder that he dares to challenge King Huntian Xiaopeng." Monk Wuxin's eyes flickered, and then he sighed softly, "It's just that King Huntian Xiaopeng is afraid that he has reached the peak of Taxu (level 30) and is far away from him. The out-of-body realm (level 31-40) is just one step away.”

"What's more, he is an unparalleled genius. I heard that he escaped his life at the hands of a real practitioner of the out-of-body realm. I'm afraid I won't get any benefits if we really confront him." He shook his head one after another, obviously not very optimistic about Tuntian and the others.

"It's really strange." Su Fan took a few steps forward and looked at the situation in the palace and the remaining corpses of the ghosts.

"Donor Su, what's so strange?" Monk Wuxin was a little depressed.

"Think about it, everything in this mausoleum perfectly matches the impression of the Ghost King's palace in your memory, right?" Su Fan looked at Wu Xin.

"Exactly." Monk Wuxin was slightly stunned. He suddenly understood what Su Fan wanted to say.

"This is the first weird thing. It's a perfect symbol. You get whatever you want. It's such a coincidence. Too many coincidences would be very strange." Su Fan walked forward, looked at Monk Wuxin, and stretched out a finger.

"The first weird thing?" Monk Wuxin repeated subconsciously, "What about the second one?"

Su Fan smiled lightly, "Before I talk about the second weird thing, I want to confirm something with you."

Monk Wuxin nodded slightly, "But it doesn't matter."

"You have said before that the Ghost King cannot be subdued by a powerful person, so I would like to ask, what level is the owner of the God Refining Tower, the Great Elder of the Wangchen Sect, at?" Su Fan showed confidence on his face. smile.

"A few years ago, I was in the Shattering Void Realm (level 41-45)." Monk Wuxin's eyes flickered, "It is also the so-called great power."

"The second doubt is..." Su Fan held out a second finger, "Power is only the lowest level of subduing the Ghost King. Then he can take over an intact palace where the Ghost King lives without harming the Ghost King. Enter the God Refining Tower?"

"It's indeed a bit unbelievable." Monk Wuxin nodded repeatedly. He completely understood what Su Fan meant.

"Almsgiver Su, you want to say that there is actually no ghost king in this palace, right?" Monk Wuxin's eyes flashed with gleam, and several doubts appeared in succession, making his previous judgment somewhat untenable.

"Yes, not entirely." Su Fan looked strange. Before Monk Wuxin could ask, he asked a question first, "As far as you know, is there anyone who can transform real objects based on other people's memories, or..."

Su Fan pondered slightly, seeming to consider what words to use, "Or a special creature that creates an extremely real illusion."

Hearing this, Monk Wuxin's expression changed slightly. He looked at Su Fan solemnly and said, "Do you suspect that a special creature has read my memory?"

When he asked this question, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit, and Su Fan was keenly aware that there was a bit of chilling air escaping from them.

I'm afraid that looking through the memories really touched the back of Monk Wuxin.

Su Fan nodded slightly and gave Monk Wuxin a positive answer.

Su Fan could see that in addition to anger, Monk Wuxin also had fear hidden deep in his pupils. But what exactly was he afraid of? It was just that some memories about the classics had been read.

Su Fan couldn't figure it out, it wasn't because he didn't mean it, of course he couldn't figure it out.

Monk Wuxin waved his hand slightly, pinched his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Almsgiver Su, let me think about it carefully."

And when the whole paragraph was finished, the scene in front of Monk Wuxin suddenly changed, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived...in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Memories swim in the air like halos, and thoughts cover this vast space like mist.

At this moment, time stands still.

Two figures stood in the center of the world, facing each other from opposite sides.

The two look almost exactly the same, no... I can't say almost, but they are completely identical, as if they are the same person.

But their temperaments are worlds apart.

Wearing a white monk's robe, he has a noble and noble temperament. He is a man who is full of affinity and is more beautiful than a woman.

The other one was wearing a red and black monk's robe, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a carefree smile always on his face. He looked evil and profound.

"Has anything been here?" Monk Wuxin, who has a kind and friendly temperament, asked with a smile.

"Yes." The smile on the other's face became even more evil.

He Shan Wuxin paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said: "Although I have sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a bold nose, this handsome face on yours really made me angry for no reason."

"Hahahaha!" Xie Meiwuxin laughed wildly, "Don't you think the game will become more interesting like this?"

"Although that thing is essentially useless, it is still very good at creating illusions. Even you didn't notice it." Xie Mei Wuxin spread out his hands and smiled evilly.

He Shan Wuxin was silent for a while, "You and I are one. If you do this, you are undoubtedly putting your body in danger. Why bother?"

"Huh huh huh, haha, it doesn't matter." Xie Mei Wuxin behaved extremely ruthlessly, "What about Su Fan, what about Huntian Xiaopeng King, what kind of body, as long as you act as my toy, everything else doesn't matter. !”

Heshan Wuxin saw this scene and smiled lightly, "You guys are really not candid!"

"What did you say?" Xie Mei Wuxin raised her sharp eyebrows and asked.

"It's obviously our two bodies, but I've always been the one in control." He Shan Wuxin said with a little apology on his face, "It's a little unfair."

"What on earth do you want to say!" Xie Mei Wu Xin took two steps forward and almost put his face against He Shan Wu Xin's.

"Today, I leave control of my body to you. You can do whatever you want, and I won't stop you anymore." He kindly looked at the person who looked exactly like him across from him.

As soon as he finished speaking, everything in the sea of ​​consciousness began to collapse, and time in the outside world began to flow again.

Xie Mei Wuxin opened his eyes suddenly, and the environment around the mausoleum came into view instantly.

"Damn it, what on earth is that bald donkey planning!" Xie Mei Wuxin's eyes flickered. "He would actually give his body to me? How dare he?"

"As a demon genius, he lurked in the White Horse Temple. This is such sensational information. He is not afraid that I will leak all this?!"

"Isn't he afraid that I will destroy his cherished partner, Su Fan, and everything he wants to protect?!"

The more Xie Mei Wuxin thinks about it, the harder it becomes to stay calm.

"Hey, you've been thinking about it for so long, have you recalled the origin of the monster?" Su Fan tapped his eyebrows and asked helplessly.