The patterns on the lamp are shining, flowing like a lantern, and the flames of the lamp spontaneously ignited, swaying and jumping at the lamp mouth. The indescribable weird and charming woman is like a charming woman with virtual flames twisting her body and dancing enchantingly.

Zhou Wen's eyes were attracted by the strange lamp flame, as if the lamp flame was the most beautiful woman in the world. It made people unable to help but fall into it and cannot take their eyes off the lamp flame.

Zhou Wen was extremely tough and felt something was wrong, so he forced his eyes away from the flames.

However, when his eyes moved away from the flames, he was attracted by the flashing and flowing patterns on the copper lamp. At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly realized that the patterns were not simple patterns, but an ancient text. The monster power contained in those texts was countless times stronger than the flames, which made Zhou Wenqing unable to help but be attracted by it.

"How could this happen!" Zhou Wen's left finger suddenly moved by itself, as if he was playing a piano, but his consciousness did not let his fingers do any movement.

Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of the other hand also moved.

Soon, not just his fingers, Zhou Wen's whole body moved uncontrollably. This movement was not irregular. Zhou Wen found that his body was dancing.

Zhou Wen had never been involved in dance and had no interest in dance. He would not even watch dance programs. However, at this time, he was like a professional dancer, and his body seemed to dance with the rhythm of some kind of music, making various movements that he had never thought about before.

Moreover, his dance moves are all women's dance moves, very charming, light and elegant.

But it seems very funny to jump out by a big man. If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dancing like this here, he would probably be laughing and lying on the ground.

Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was useless. He switched several kinds of Yuanqi techniques in succession, but none of them were useful. His body twisted more and more violently, and there were many movements similar to ogling.

Soon Zhou Wen discovered that his movements were exactly the same as the beating of the lamp flame, as if they were a puppet controlled by the lamp flame.

"Damn...what the hell is this..." Zhou Wen felt like he was going crazy.

As Zhou Wen's dance became faster and faster, the originally automatically running slowed down. As the mystery of the immortal scriptures slowed down, Zhou Wen's body gradually slowed down.

When the mysterious immortal scriptures completely stopped working, Zhou Wen's body also completely stopped twisting.

But the next second, the vital energy in the body flowed wildly, but it was no longer the route of being confused by the Immortal Sutra, but another vital energy technique that Zhou Wen had never practiced.

"The patterns on the oil lamp are also a kind of vital energy technique?" Zhou Wen was surprised, but a little happy.

This Yuanqi Art is very strange, different from the Yuanqi Art that Zhou Wen had come into contact with before. It seems to have countless strange changes, sometimes light and graceful, sometimes as fast as a rainstorm, which makes Zhou Wen have the urge to dance through the air.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when Zhou Wen recovered his control over himself, his body had already practiced the kind of vital energy technique.

The oil lamp that was originally suspended in the air suddenly lost its light and fell to the ground, returning to its original dilapidated appearance.

Zhou Wenzheng wanted to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. The Yuanqi technique he had just practiced suddenly dissipated and the mysterious immortal scripture started to work again.

But this time's operation is different from any previous one. The vitality spreads throughout the body and circulates like blood.

boom!

Zhou Wen only felt a buzzing sound in his brain, and a sound was constantly echoing.

"If the gods go against me, I will kill the gods...If the immortals go against me, I will attack the immortals...If the gods go against me, I will attack the immortals...If the gods go against me...I am me..." The voice was unrestrained and rampant, but there was also a kind of magic that made people tremble and fear, but it made people's blood boil. It seemed that something was surging in my heart, wishing that I could poke a hole in the sky.

Zhou Wen is not unfamiliar with this voice. On countless nights when he practiced the Immortal Sutra, the voice kept whispering in his ears. However, before, he could not hear clearly what the voice was saying.

Today he finally heard clearly what the sound was. It was the voice of a woman, but it had a moving momentum, as if the creatures in the heavens and all worlds were about to crawl at her feet.

Although Zhou Wen only heard this sound, a picture appeared in his mind involuntarily. Countless gods and Buddhas in the heavens were crawling on the ground, all bowing to a woman, as if they were pilgrimage.

Unfortunately, this is just Zhou Wen’s own imagination. He cannot see the woman’s face clearly. He only feels that her temperament is unparalleled, as if she is superior, but she is not the holy kind of immortals and Buddhas, and has a kind of killing spirit.

The sound in my mind became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that it was about to collapse. In the end, it was almost inaudible.

Zhou Wen vaguely heard a sentence at the end that seemed to be a little different from the previous sentence: "Return... the sun... the immortal died... the time..."

But the sound behind it was too small and was about to collapse, and I couldn't hear the complete sentence clearly.

boom!

The mysterious immortal scriptures that were running inside the body seemed to explode, and the cells in the body seemed to bloom together, making Zhou Wen wonder if his body had exploded.

Fallen…continuous degradation…

Zhou Wen felt that his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, constantly descending and sinking, and finally his consciousness was completely submerged in the darkness.

Since practicing the Confused Immortal Sutra, Zhou Wen hasn't really had a good night's sleep for a long time.

Every time he fell asleep, no matter where he was, there would be a voice whispering in his ears, as if it was the Buddha chanting the scriptures, and as if it was the devil's temptation.

Coupled with that suffocating experience of ghostly pressing the bed, if it were someone else, I would have been going crazy long ago.

Zhou Wen plays games desperately every day, although he wants to improve his strength, but he has no idea of ​​escaping sleep.

Until today, the feeling of being plagued by evil spirits finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen's sleep was extremely sweet and refreshing, as if nothing in the world was happier than having a good sleep.

Zhou Wen woke up and stretched his waist. He felt so comfortable that he almost moaned, and the cells in his body seemed to be making comfortable cheers.
Chapter completed!