137: Chapter 112: Killing the Sacrificial Priest!
The Craziest Devouring!
137: Chapter 112: Killing the Sacrificial Priest!
The Craziest Devouring!
“Brother, come here…” The woman kept beckoning to Suo Lun, beckoning.
It really was Lancome from Earth, the sister whose bond with him was vital and unforgettable.
Suo Lun couldn’t help but move closer, closer.
“Master, don’t go over there, this is an illusion of your own making.” Suddenly Yao Xing’s voice rang out from within his heart, “This is the spiritual trap set by the High Priestess; once you rush over, it’s over.”
In an instant, Suo Lun became fiercely alert and quickly stopped.
“Little brother, don’t you want your sister anymore?” The woman resembling Lancome lamented pitifully and then turned her face, destroyed by sulfuric acid, towards Suo Lun.
At that moment, Suo Lun recalled the time on Earth when Lancome’s face had been ruined, a period akin to a hellish nightmare.
The memory caused his heart to tear open with acute pain.
But he still calmed himself and looked coldly at the woman in front of him.
Indeed, it was an illusion.
The woman’s face resembled Lancome’s, but her body and clothing were completely that of Suo Ningbing, and the snow-white hair might have belonged to another woman altogether, perhaps the very Priestess buried within the Heaven Tomb.
Seeing that Suo Lun wasn’t fooled, the woman gave a cold laugh and then her figure completely faded away.
“Yao Xing, was the spiritual trap just now set by the Priestess buried here?” Suo Lun asked.
“Yes,” Yao Xing said, “Right now, neither of your bodies can move; each of you is in your own spiritual world.
Two worlds, two separate brain domains, normally unable to intersect.
But her spiritual power is incredibly strong, enough to directly interfere with your brainwaves and create illusions in your mind.
And this illusion is a spiritual trap.
Once you truly rush over, you’ll be thoroughly strangled.”
With that, Suo Lun instantly thought of Earth’s movies about ghosts.
In those movies, ghosts and humans are completely separated by yin and yang, so ghosts cannot kill people directly.
However, she can interfere with people’s brainwaves to create illusions, causing people to kill themselves.
Suo Lun asked, “In reality, am I very close to the Priestess of the Dragon Temple?”
“Yes, the two of you are closely packed inside a small energy coffin, with you lying on top of her,” Yao Xing said.
Suo Lun said, “If I kill her, would the absorbed spiritual power be enough to break through to 8.5 in talent?”
“More than that, it will be higher,” Yao Xing said, “The Grand Priestesses who could be buried in the Heaven Tomb have unimaginably strong spiritual power.
Just by absorbing her spiritual power, all your problems will be easily solved.”
“How do I absorb it?” Suo Lun asked.
“Kill her,” Yao Xing said.
“How?” Suo Lun asked.
Yao Xing said, “I don’t know!
Because neither of your bodies can move at all, you are as good as completely dead, with only your spiritual consciousness able to move, so I truly don’t know how you can kill her.”
Now, if Suo Lun could even move a single finger, he could kill the incredibly powerful Priestess, but he was completely unable to.
Of course, the Priestess also couldn’t do it—she couldn’t move to kill Suo Lun either.
Upon entering the Heavenly Tomb Coffin, the body is as good as dead, with only the spirit and soul remaining alive.
“Yao Xing, can you control my hand and kill the Priestess?” Suo Lun asked.
Yao Xing said, “I can’t.
Your body only obeys your own will, so I can’t control your body.”
And so, everything became insoluble.
Suo Lun and the Priestess both desperately wanted to kill each other, but neither could even move a finger.
Even their spirits could not intersect; the Priestess could only use her powerful spiritual power to disturb Suo Lun’s brainwaves.
Yao Xing said, “Next, you need to be mentally prepared; that Priestess will desperately create all sorts of illusions, doing everything possible to kill you.
Don’t believe anything you see, don’t approach anything you see because it’s all traps, all illusions.”
Suo Lun nodded and then sat down cross-legged.
Sure enough, the Priestess launched a relentless assault thereafter.
It was like a horror movie, first employing scare tactics, using her powerful spiritual power to disturb Suo Lun’s brain domain, creating various terrifying Illusion Realms.
From hellfire to demonic beasts, from vengeful ghosts to evil demons.
All sorts of sights unseen and unheard by Suo Lun appeared, one after another, remarkably vivid.
They were exactly like reality, where one could indeed be frightened to death under normal circumstances.
However, Suo Lun, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was utterly unmoved.
No matter how frightening the demon, no matter how terrifying the ghost, you don’t have to approach, and that’s enough.
Because they were always fake, they would never truly rush over and devour you.
After a nearly insane terror tactic proved completely ineffective, the Priestess temporarily ceased her efforts, and Suo Lun let out a long sigh of relief.
Though he knew all this was unreal, the realism still exerts tremendous pressure on his spirit.
He closed his eyes to rest, preparing for the Priestess’s second wave of attack.
Sure enough, before long, he seemed to smell an enchanting fragrance and hear a soul-stirring voice.
“My lord, come to me, come to me…”