The pattern on the lamp body is shining, like a horse lantern, and the lamp flame also spontaneously ignites and flickers at the lamp mouth. The unspeakable enchantment is like a virtual enchanting woman twisting her body and dancing enchanting dance.


    Zhou Wen''s eyes were attracted by the strange lamp flame, as if the lamp flame was the most beautiful woman in the world. People couldn''t help but fall into it and couldn''t move their eyes from the lamp flame.


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


    But when he looked away from the lamp flame, he was attracted by the flowing patterns on the copper lamp. At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly found that those patterns were not simple patterns, but an ancient writing. The demonic power contained in those words was countless times stronger than the lamp flame, which made Zhou Wen couldn''t help being attracted by them.


    "How could that be?" All of a sudden, Zhou Wen''s left finger started to move, just like playing the piano. His consciousness didn''t let his finger do any action at all.


    Zhou Wen wants to use the other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of the other hand move with him.


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


    Zhou Wen has never been in touch with dance and has no interest in it. He won''t even watch dance programs. However, at this time, he is like a professional dancer. His body seems to dance with the rhythm of some kind of music, making all kinds of movements that he didn''t even think about before.


    What''s more, his dance movements are all women''s dance movements, which are very enchanting, light and elegant.


    If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dance this kind of dance here, he would have to smile and lie on the ground.


    Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it didn''t work. He switched several kinds of Yuanqi Jue in succession, but they were useless. His body wriggled more and more severely, which was also mixed with many actions similar to flattering eyes.


    Soon, Zhou Wen as like as two peas of a lamp flame, he was like a puppet controlled by a lamp.


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


    With Zhou Wen''s dancing faster and faster, the original automatic operation of the mystical Sutra slowed down. With the slow down of the mystical Sutra, Zhou Wen''s body gradually slowed down.


    When the mystical Sutra stopped working, Zhou Wen''s body stopped twisting.


    The next second, however, the vitality in the body was flowing wildly, but it was no longer the route of the mystical Sutra, but another kind of vitality formula that Zhou Wen had never practiced.


    "The pattern on the oil lamp is also a kind of vitality formula?" In Zhou Wen''s heart, he was surprised, but he was also happy.


    This kind of Yuanqi formula is very strange. It''s different from the Yuanqi formula that Zhou Wen has been exposed to before. It seems to have countless strange changes. Sometimes it''s light and graceful, sometimes it''s as fast as a rainstorm, which makes Zhou Wen have the impulse to break through the air and dance.


    As time went by, when Zhou Wen regained his control over himself, his body had already developed that vital energy formula.


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


    Zhou Wenzheng wanted to pick up the lamp, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. The new formula of vitality dissipated and the magic Sutra began to work again.


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


    Boom!


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


    "If God disobeys me, I will kill God... If Immortal disobeys me, I will kill immortal... Not with God... Not with immortal... I am me..." the voice is unrestrained and rampant, but it has a kind of magic that makes people tremble and fear, but it also makes people blood boiling. It seems that something is surging in my heart, and I wish I could make a hole in the sky.


    This voice is not strange to Zhou Wen. In the countless nights when he practiced the mystical Sutra, this voice kept whispering in his ear, but before, he couldn''t hear what the voice said.


    Today, he finally heard what the voice was. It was a woman''s voice, but it had a moving momentum, as if all the creatures of heaven and world were crawling under her feet.


    Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, he could not help but come up with a picture in his mind. Countless gods and Buddhas were prostrate on the ground, worshiping a woman, like a pilgrimage.


    Unfortunately, it was only Zhou Wen''s own imagination. He couldn''t see the woman''s face clearly. He just felt that her temperament was incomparable. It seemed that she was superior, but it was not the sanctity of the immortal Buddha. She had the air of killing.


    The voice in my mind is getting weaker and weaker. It seems that it is about to break up. In the end, it is almost inaudible.


    Zhou Wen vaguely heard that there was a sentence at the end which was different from the repeated sentence in front of him: "return to... Day... Immortal perishes..."


    Just to the back of the voice is too small, has to break up, simply can not hear the complete sentence.


    Boom!


    The mysterious Sutra in his body seems to explode, and all the cells in his body seem to bloom together, which makes Zhou Wen doubt whether his body has exploded.


    Depravity... Constant depravity


    Zhou Wen felt as if his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea, constantly falling and sinking, and finally his consciousness was completely submerged in the dark.


    Since practicing the mystical Sutra, Zhou Wen hasn''t really had a good sleep for a long time.


    Every time as long as he is asleep, no matter when and where he is, there is a voice whispering in his ear, which is like the Buddha chanting scriptures and the temptation of the devil.


    Plus that kind of suffocating ghost pressure bed experience, if you change for someone else, I''m afraid it''s already going crazy.


    Zhou Wen plays games desperately every day. Of course, he wants to improve his strength, but he doesn''t want to escape from sleep.


    All the way to today, the feeling of being haunted by evil spirits has finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen''s sleep is extremely sweet and sound, as if there is nothing in the world that makes people happier than a good sleep.


    As soon as Zhou Wen woke up, he stretched out. He felt comfortable and almost groaned. The cells in his whole body seemed to be cheering.


    Zhou Wen pressed the palm of his hand on the bed and wanted to sit down. But when he pressed it, his body bounced up directly. His head hit the ceiling, and half of his head hit the ceiling made of reinforced concrete. He hung on the ceiling like that.