Chapter 132

The pattern on the lamp body shines, and it circulates in circles like a revolving lantern, and the flame of the lamp also spontaneously ignites, swaying and beating at the lamp port, which is indescribably eerie and charming, like a seductive woman with a virtual flame twisting her body and jumping. With enchanting dance.

Zhou Wen's eyes were attracted by the enchanting lamp flame, as if the lamp flame was the most beautiful woman in the world, which made people unable to help themselves and couldn't take their eyes off the lamp flame.

Zhou Wen was extremely tenacious and felt that something was wrong, so he forcibly removed his eyes from the flame.

But when he looked away from the flame of the lamp, he was attracted by the flickering and flowing patterns on the copper lamp. At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly discovered that the patterns were not simple patterns, but an ancient text. The demonic power of Deng Yan is countless times stronger than that of Deng Yan, so Zhou Wenqing couldn't help being attracted by it.

"How could this be!" Zhou Wen's fingers on his left hand suddenly moved by themselves, jumping unconsciously as if he were playing the piano, but his consciousness didn't let his fingers do anything at all.

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

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

Zhou Wen has never been in contact with dance, nor has any interest in dance. He doesn't even watch dancing shows, but at this time, he is like a professional dancer, his body seems to follow the rhythm of some kind of music. Dancing, doing all sorts of movements that even he himself hadn't thought of before.

Moreover, these dance moves of him, no matter how you look at them, are women's dance moves, very enchanting and charming, light and elegant.

But a big man jumped out, but it looked very funny. If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dance this kind of dance here, he would be lying on the ground laughing.

Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was useless. He switched several vitality tactics in succession, but to no avail. The body twisted more and more, and there were many actions similar to winking .

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

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

As Zhou Wen danced faster and faster, the Sutra of Losing Immortals, which was running automatically, slowed down. As the Sutra of Bewildering Immortals slowed down, Zhou Wen's body gradually slowed down.

When the Sutra of Losing Immortals completely stopped running, Zhou Wen's body also stopped twisting completely.

But in the next second, the vitality in the body circulated wildly, but it was no longer the route of the Fascinating Immortal Sutra, but another vitality art that Zhou Wen had never practiced.

"The pattern on the oil lamp is also a kind of vitality art?" Zhou Wen was surprised, but a little happy.

This kind of vitality art is very strange, and it is different from the vitality art that Zhou Wen has been exposed to before. It seems to have countless strange changes, sometimes light and graceful, and sometimes fast like a rainstorm, making Zhou Wen have the urge to dance through the air.

Time passed by, and when Zhou Wen regained control of himself, his body had already practiced that kind of vitality art.

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

Zhou Wenzheng wanted to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. The vitality art that he had just practiced dissipated at once, and the Sutra of Lost Immortals was running again.

It's just that this time the operation is different from any previous one. The vitality spreads all over the body and circulates like blood.

boom!

Zhou Wen only felt a buzzing in his brain, and a voice kept echoing.

"If the gods go against me, I will kill the gods...if the immortals go against me, I will kill the immortals...not with the words of the gods...not with the immortals...I am me..." The voice was presumptuous and arrogant, but there was another This kind of magic power that makes people tremble and fear, but it also makes people's blood boil, as if there is something surging in the heart,

I wish I could poke a hole in the sky.

Zhou Wen is no stranger to this voice. In the countless nights he practiced the Sutra of Losing Immortals, this voice kept whispering in his ear, but before, he couldn't hear what the voice was saying at all.

Today, he finally heard clearly what that voice was. It was the voice of a woman, but it had a breathtaking aura, as if all beings in the heavens and the world would crawl under her feet.

Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, a picture involuntarily appeared in his mind. Countless gods and Buddhas were lying on the ground, all worshipping a woman, like a pilgrimage.

It's a pity that this is just Zhou Wen's own imagination, and he can't see the woman's face clearly. He only feels that her temperament is unparalleled, and she seems to be aloof, but it is not the holy and killing spirit of a fairy.

The voice in my head is getting weaker and weaker, it seems that it is about to collapse, and by the end, it is almost inaudible.

Zhou Wen vaguely heard that at the end, there seemed to be a sentence that was a little different from the words that were repeated before: "Revisit... the sun... the death of the immortal... when..."

It's just that the sound was too low at the back, it was about to collapse, and the complete sentence could not be heard at all.

boom!

The Mysterious Immortal Sutra running in the body seemed to explode, and the cells in the whole body seemed to bloom together, making Zhou Wen wonder if his body had exploded.

Falling down...continuously falling...

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

Zhou Wen hadn't really had a good night's sleep for a long time since he practiced the Sutra of Fascinating Immortals.

Every time he fell asleep, no matter when and where, there would be a voice whispering in his ear constantly, like the Buddha reciting the scriptures, and like the temptation of the devil.

Coupled with the suffocating ghost press experience, if it was someone else, I would have gone crazy.

Zhou Wen played games desperately every day, although he wanted to improve his strength, but he didn't want to escape from sleep.

Until today, the feeling of being haunted by such evil spirits has finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen slept very sweetly and soundly, as if there is nothing in the world that is more happier than a good night's sleep.

When Zhou Wen woke up, he stretched out, only to feel so comfortable that he almost groaned, and the cells in his body seemed to be cheering comfortably.

Zhou Wen pressed his palm on the bed and wanted to sit down, but when he pressed it, his body jumped up, one head hit the ceiling, and half of his head hit the ceiling made of reinforced concrete. Just hung from the ceiling.