787: Chapter 494: Illusionary Realm_2 787: Chapter 494: Illusionary Realm_2 “I’ve now completely figured out the logic behind your magical ring’s operation, so, you’d better not try pulling any small tricks in front of .”
As he said this, Xu Yuan tapped his golden-glowing, blood-red pupil:
“Because I can already see.”
The kick Xu Yuan had launched monts ago was not aid at O’Reilly’s ample chest, but at her heart.
O’Reilly, this so-called Netherworld Demonic Master, didn’t draw her strength from her Dantian like the cultivators of Dayan, but from her heart.
As she spoke just now, although no magical ring had appeared, a touch of holy white light had briefly flickered above her heart.
It was sowhat reminiscent of the healing holy light from RPG gas in his previous life.
Thinking this, Xu Yuan’s will-spirit connected to a few cupboard willows beside O’Reilly, controlling them to extend two slender and sturdy branches and lift her powerless, fair arms.
“Drip-drop…”
“Drip-drop…”
“Drip-drop…”
Her soaked gown clung to her enchanting curves, and droplets traveled down those curves to fall from her exposed feet into the water below, creating a dripping sound.
Standing beneath her, Xu Yuan reached out his hand and, under her nacing gaze, pressed a finger against her well-defined abdon, squatting for an instant before gradually sliding it up along her body-hugging gown, stopping at the location of her heart.
Seeing this, the suspended O’Reilly slightly furrowed her brows:
“You…
What are you doing?”
Xu Yuan remained calm, his gaze fixed on the moving tip of his finger:
“What do you think I’m doing?”
O’Reilly, with a sneer curling at the corner of her mouth, looked at the man before her:
“It doesn’t matter, I’m not going to survive anyway.
The backlash has already inflicted irreversible damage on my body.
Taking you, a scoundrel, as a substitute for your brother before I die seems quite a fitting end.”
“…..”
On hearing this, Xu Yuan’s movents stiffened slightly as he locked eyes with her.
A morbid flush crept over O’Reilly’s pale face:
“After all, you two do look quite alike.”
“Your taste for the macabre is even greater than I imagined.”
Xu Yuan shook his head and looked away from the woman, his fingertip pressing down, the flesh beneath yielding softly.
O’Reilly’s lips parted slightly, her tone teasing:
“You’re being so careful, it’s as if you have the desire to be a thief but not the courage.
Do you need to teach you how to give pleasure to a woman?
Judging by your looks, you must be unsatisfactory…”
Her words cut off mid-sentence as O’Reilly’s azure pupils suddenly contracted, struggling, but the two thick branches had already bound her hands securely.
She tried to kick, only to have her legs bound instantly by two more branches that shot forward.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan didn’t look up, but casually replied:
“Don’t move around.
If you don’t feel satisfied, I can use the willow branches to assist you.”
“What are you doing?!!”
O’Reilly’s voice rose sharply, her usually crisp tone now sowhat hoarse: “You scoundrel!
Stop it!!”
Xu Yuan ignored her screams, contemplation apparent in his eyes as he murmured to himself:
“The structure of cultivation within your bodies, people of Xi’en, differs from ours in Great Yan.
You channel Origin Qi through your heart, hmm…
No wonder my Origin Qi couldn’t find an entrance, there are no ridians, hence naturally no central spine point either.
But what are those circlets of spells around your heart?”
Pausing, Xu Yuan looked up and t O’Reilly’s nearly furious gaze, his voice tinged with a hint of regret:
“O’Reilly, you truly are a dangerous woman.
“Those magical rings surrounding you are just smokescreen you deliberately released.
Who were you preparing to use that informational disparity against, Xu Changge?”
It was only upon making contact that Xu Yuan realized O’Reilly had far more hidden than he had anticipated.
The dazzling magical circles that had enveloped her turned out to be a deceitful cover, whereas the densely packed spells around her heart were the real magical rings.
In other words, this woman could perform spellcraft without any warning.
After a brief lapse in control, O’Reilly regained her composure, her voice cold as she looked at the man in front of her:
“So, given that you’ve only just discovered the location of my magical rings, how were you able to deconstruct my spellcraft?”
“……”
At these words,
Xu Yuan’s lips curved into a aningful smile, his eyes shimring with a pink glow:
“What do you think, Your Highness O’Reilly?”
“……”
O’Reilly’s pupils suddenly constricted, as if realizing sothing.
The Nightmare Ring.
As the thought arose,
the entire space suddenly trembled, and ripples spread outward from her as the center.
Whoom!!!
Then,
ti seed to stand still.
Xu Yuan’s form was peeled away layer by layer like tofu, followed by the willow Ghost Forest, and the moonlight seeping through the gaps in the twisted willow branches.
The whole space shattered like a jigsaw puzzle, fragnt after fragnt falling away, only for countless chunks of space debris to erge, covering up the broken space and reconfiguring it.
When the trembling subsided, everything in front of O’Reilly vanished, replaced by a space shrouded in darkness and the point-like lightning ball that condensed before her eyes.
All that had happened was the creation of the Nightmare Ring by her adversary; O’Reilly was still intact within the cocoon made of willow branches, while Xu Yuan still stood not too far away.
Biting the corner of her lip, O’Reilly’s eyes surged with murderous intent:
“Xu Changtian, you’re dead at.”
“I can’t be blad for this.”
As cherry blossoms fell entirely, Xu Yuan laughed carelessly: “I can’t control the Illusionary Realm against you.
Everything that happened was simply the worst future you imagined in your mind.
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