Chapter two hundred and eighty-four, breaking free

The arm movement of the fake cold Nebula was particularly strong, so it was much stronger than when he was held in Isreal's arms, the sound of the wind came in at Israel.

At this moment Isriel, although he had heard the voice of the false "cold Nebula" , had already felt that he was at his side, must have done everything in his power to prevent himself from meditating his way out of the world of illusion.

Then ISRIEL was more firmly in mind, the fake "Cold Nebula" to try to prevent themselves from doing so, must be because they do so is about to work, if it doesn't work, he can just ignore himself and keep meditating. Since he wanted to use the illusion of the scene to influence their own words, then that his memory from the depths of the idea is feasible!

When she had understood these things, she became more sure of herself, and paid no attention to the world of illusion, but only to keep her mind down, so that she would not be disturbed by the outside world.

Although Isreal had been forced to devote herself to her own meditation in order to break through the magic of the demon as quickly as possible, other things in the magic would not have been so easy for Isreal, like this fake "Cold Nebula" !

The fake "cold Nebula" thrust its hidden weapon into Isreal's shoulder. Isreal was sitting cross-legged, with a pained look on her face, but her eyes were closed, he's not talking, and he's not getting up to kill him.

The fake cold Nebula became more manic as Isreal sat there, holding back the pain she had caused herself and meditating, "Can you keep going? Good! I don't think the punishment is enough! Come on! I'll see if you can keep going! " The fake "cold Nebula" shouted frantically, the underwire that had penetrated her shoulder was squirming frantically into her shoulder, as if trying to drill a hole through her shoulder.

Strands of blood mixed with minced meat by the secret device flow out, such a scene is too bloody... . There was a smell of blood in the whole vision, and of course it was in order to continue to confuse Israel.

Out of a vision Isreal held on to the pain in her shoulder, gritting her teeth, and would not open her eyes, for she knew in her heart that if she opened them again she would plunge deeper into the vision, it will be even more impossible to break through this illusion on your own.

Isreal, whose forehead was already covered with cold sweat, bit her lips, "have been hysterical? HAVE BEEN CRAZY? Then that he is about to break the shackles of this illusion bar! Not just a little flesh pain? For A high-level brave, this is nothing! "

After some encouragement to herself, Isreal had managed to endure the intense pain, gritting her teeth, she had no intention of opening her eyes to kill the false "cold Nebula" that was standing in front of her, desperately torturing her, because she understood the principle of illusion. Once she followed the idea of illusion, the illusion would change again according to her own idea, the differences between the two will gradually narrow, and eventually achieve the illusion of a perfect world, once the time has come, even if the illusion of people who know that they are caught in the illusion, but also because of the illusion of a world of beauty, she willingly fell into it and ended up trapped in the illusion, so now she must hold on to herself, for no one can resist the beauty of the illusion!

Watching herself so wildly attack isriel sitting cross-legged on the ground, yet ISRIEL refuses to open her eyes and look at herself, to rise suddenly and kill herself, this fake "Cold Nebula" has been somewhat distorted. Originally it was similar to the Cold Nebula, but the evil face has now become more distorted. Although it looks like a cold Nebula, the look and the expression, has become nothing less than a monster.

The false "cold Nebula" shouted angrily to Isreal, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "still not open your eyes, are you, since you like closing your eyes so much! Then don't ever open them again!"bellowed the fake cold Nebula, and with a wave of his hand, he cut the white neck of Isriel with his secret weapon.

As the weapon passed through her neck, a stream of red blood spurted from her neck. Sitting there, she could feel only the rapid loss of blood in her body. Hands and feet have begun to gradually cold, the body seems to have been unable to support themselves to sit here...

"could this necromancer really do me real harm in an illusion? " ISRIEL was beginning to wonder, and the old faith was beginning to falter. She even wondered if she should open her eyes and see if she was really dead.

Body more and more cold, but also can feel the blood in the body in the constant outflow, the ear of the strange laughter of the fake cold Nebula is still constantly reverberating, it seems that he really is going to die here...

At that moment, a firm conviction came to the mind of Isriel, her old illusionist, an old man whom she hated the most.

The old man called to her in a stern voice, "ISRIEL! Have you given up? ALL ILLUSIONS ARE FALSE! Have you forgotten what I said! You don't know how to advance! "

After being taught a lesson by her former teacher in her mind, Isriel realized that she had completely abandoned her present feelings from her thoughts and entered into the realm of non-self... ... And the illusion was gone.

Tortured in the illusion of Isreal finally with his strong willpower and perseverance suddenly epiphany, from the magic of the Shiryō master cast out the break.

When Isreal opened her eyes again, it was the stone ceiling of the mansion, and a shaft of sunlight came through the door, at least in the corridor before it.

"It seems to be a relief from that damned illusion... " Isreal let out a sigh as she reached out and touched her neck, not cutting her throat at all. In the heart to feel their own body, uh, no pain feeling, also did not receive any harm, hum, see oneself really from the illusion of extrication.

When Isreal rolled over and stood up, she found that there was no oppressive feeling in the interior of the house now before her, either at the door or deep in the cloister, and the sun shone brightly through every window, easriel's mood brightened for a moment as she looked at the beams of sunlight streaming through the window.

But within a minute of ISRIEL's good mood, he saw himself, a little farther away, lying on his back, in the same state as when he had just woken up, just the same eyes like a dead fish eyes gawking at the ceiling in front of the eyes, it must be the appearance of the magic.

As soon as he entered the mansion, frost mist lay on his back, staring straight at the ceiling, just as the cold Nebula was now.

It looked as if frosty the wretch had heard his own voice and entered the mansion at once, only to be struck as soon as he entered it...

Having seen two of her team members fall under the illusion, Isriel was at a loss. As a high-level warrior, she can disillusion herself. That's true, but disillusion others, that's not what a high-ranking warrior would do.

Originally thought to let the frost fog into the mansion to help himself and cold Nebula, but now good, frost fog just entered the mansion was hit, it seems to be worse than their own and cold Nebula. This can be seen from the position where the three men fell.

The Cold Nebula fell closest to the first room in the mansion, apparently resisting the illusion for some time. The location of my illusion was probably in the middle of the hall. Although I felt that there were not many in the palace as soon as I entered, I may have been affected by the illusion since then, but at that time it was somewhere between wakefulness and lethargy, at least I can still send out a cry for help, which proves that I still have a little bit of resistance.

But this frost mist... I mean, he just came in and he collapsed. It was like seconds. It was... ...

Looking at the frost which had fallen on the threshold, and at the cold nebula which lay there, Isreal's eyes turned, and a solution, though not sure whether it would work, came to him. In any case, it's not dangerous for a cold Nebula to lie here for a while. Why not give it a try yourself!

Thinking of this, Isreal looked at the cold nebula lying on the ground, staring straight at the ceiling. He said to the Cold Nebula, "baby, just bear with me a little longer. I'll... I'll save you soon! " Isreal turned round, stretched out her hand, picked up the falling frost, and sprang out again from the door of Cluck's house.