The time, the place, the people.

Fighting on your own turf will naturally take advantage of your location.

Lingshan is full of aura, and there are various formations that gather aura. As the first seat of the Spirit Mountain, Dream Without a Trace can urge the formation to absorb the aura, greatly improving his strength, and using his strength to fight.

Dream Without a Trace is like a sea of rivers, absorbing the majestic aura, attacking Fan Lang again, taking out a flying knife, pouring power into it, and eighteen Dao seals appear on the flying knife.

Sou!

The flying knife flew out of the air, and its upper Dao Seal was ready to be launched, each of which was an attack Dao Seal, equivalent to eighteen bombshells, once detonated, the power was monstrous.

Fan Lang himself couldn't let go of his hands, and continued to sit in place, splitting out a Xuanli clone to fight, and the appearance of this clone was the same as himself.

The Xuanli clone suddenly attacked, turning into three heads and six arms, holding a knife in both hands, a sword in both hands, and empty-handed hands. He pushed his hands flat in front of him, and a spatial door appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The incoming knives pierced into the spatial portal and disappeared without a trace.

"My throwing knives!" the dream was startled.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to rob you of your, so I'll give you back the knives. Fan Lang himself chuckled.

And he did.

Another spatial door appeared halfway up the mountainside of Xuanxu Peak, and the flying knife that had been taken away before flew out of the door and stabbed halfway up the mountainside.

Thundered!

The flying knife sank into the mountain, and the eighteen Dao seals on it exploded at the same time, blowing the entire mountain to pieces.

The top of the mountain was split into two from the bottom of the mountain, and the upper part began to tilt and collapse, and the buildings on the mountain were destroyed, and those Lingshan Gate people were in chaos.

Fan Lang sat steadily, even if the mountains fell, the Nine Dragons Sky Chair he sat on would still not waver in the slightest.

"Tsk, good ability, smashing the mountain with one sword, it is worthy of being the first in Lingshan. But this is your own mountain, just shattered, does it really matter?" Fan Lang played his true color of being angry and unworthy, and laughed and teased.

Meng Wuxian smashed his mountain with his flying knife, and was ridiculed by Fan Lang, so angry that he vomited blood.

Fan Lang embraced the beauty, and while drinking, he beat the first seat of Lingshan, and really trampled Lingshan under his feet. Since its establishment, it is the first time that Lingshan has encountered this kind of.

"Fan Lang, you deceive people too much!"

Dream Traceless attacked again, this time with other clever moves, no longer a hard hit. He is nicknamed Dream Without a Trace, and the reason for this nickname is that he is good at dream-like illusions, which can drag people into dreams.

Illusion: Nanke's Dream!

Dream Without a Trace unleashes a large swarm of flying butterflies, each containing a mental attack, and once hit, it will enter the dream.

Fan Lang has six times the mind, and can also use all kinds of illusions, so he is not afraid of this kind of attack at all. He doesn't even have to do it himself, he still uses his doppelganger to deal with the enemy.

The clone of Xuanli slashed all the flying butterflies with swords, and then used illusion to fight back.

Illusion: Dream into the Divine Machine!

Everything around them disappeared and was replaced with a giant chessboard, each piece as big as a millstone.

Life is like chess, and dreams are like chess.

Dream is in the middle of the chess game, standing at a node on the chessboard, surrounded by chess pieces.

"Oops, I've been dragged into a fantasy realm!How is this possible, I'm an expert in this area, how did Fan Lang make me like a dream?"

His mind is powerful, all kinds of mind attacks don't work at all, even Xuan Shen's shot, it is difficult to drag him into the illusion, he doesn't understand how Fan Lang did it, it's incredible.

Rumble!

This game of chess began, dreaming of the magic machine, this is the name of an ancient chess game, the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients, step by step, step by step, vertical and horizontal chessboard, galloping the world.

The huge flag floated up and smashed onto the board, falling like the sky and causing the whole board to shake.

"No, I'm going out!"

Dream without a trace is in a hurry, he has always been the one who brings others into the dream, how can he let others bring him into the dream.

He tried to break out of his dream, but he was still stuck in a dream, and it was a nightmare.

Rumble!

Another chess piece flew up, this time aiming at his position, and he instinctively feared not to be hit by the piece.

Dream Traceless escaped in the dream, and this escape is tantamount to accepting the existence of the dream, but it is even worse.

One by one, the chess pieces flew up, chasing and killing Dream without a trace, no matter where he ran, there were chess pieces chasing after him.

This chessboard stretches infinitely, as if there is no end to it.

Dream Without a Trace failed to escape the catastrophe after all, and a chess piece smashed down on the head, smashing him firmly underneath. He felt a splitting headache, and then passed out, unconscious.

In reality.

Xuanli clone held the dead dog-like dream without a trace, turned to face the main peak of Lingshan, waved his arm and shook it three times, throwing it over.

Dream flew straight out without a trace, straight to the main peak, like a meteor.

"Don't let him be embarrassed here, change someone who can take care of things!"

Fan Lang's voice was like thunder, shaking Lingshan.

From the very beginning, he came to the head of Lingshan, and the dream just now was traceless, and he was not qualified to negotiate with him on an equal footing.

He sat on the Nine Dragons Sky Chair with a grin, waiting for the person with a higher status in Lingshan to appear.

Now he has become the great enemy of Lingshan, and the surrounding mountains regard him as a thorn in his side. There were tens of thousands of Lingshan Sect people surrounding him, surrounding him in the middle.

Fan Lang didn't like to be surrounded by people, his tiger eyes swept away, and his sharp gaze swept in all directions, but anyone he saw was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold.

"Just rely on you scum, you don't even have the qualifications to look up to my strong demeanor, get out of the way!"

Fan Lang let out a loud shout, and his body erupted into a surging fluctuation, centered on himself, and spread ferociously towards the surroundings.

As if the autumn wind swept away the leaves, this fluctuation directly shook everyone around, and no one could stay in place.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Many Lingshan disciples screamed and flew out.

This time it was quiet, and only Fan Lang and the beauty in his arms were still sitting in mid-air.

Hanging and beating dreams without a trace, sweeping the disciples of Lingshan, and shaking Lingshan!

Feng Nu was deeply trapped in the iron hoop-like arms, witnessing the whole process just now, no matter how turbulent, she was never affected at all, as if she was watching a play offstage, no matter how lively the stage was, it would not affect her as a spectator.

"You...... It's too overbearing. Feng Nu squeezed out these words from her mouth.

"I'm just reckless, I have the strength to sweep the world, why should I grieve myself, it's not good to be happy. Look at it. This is just the beginning, and the best is yet to come. The deputy head and head of Lingshan will definitely come forward. Fan Lang said, raised his head and drank.

This wine is more interesting than usual, because the whole Lingshan is his appetizer.

Fan Lang guessed correctly.

The two bigwigs of Lingshan are indeed on pins and needles.