Chapter 640: False Is True (3)
Hiss!
What a little gasp. lā
I knew that what appeared in front of me was illusion, but everything that appeared in front of me was really real!
Fake!
Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the sharp pain immediately dispelled the hallucinations in his mind.
"Come again!"
So easily, the bottom of Zhenxiao's eyes regained clarity, this scene made the gray-robed old man even more excited, but he did not hesitate at all, and took his second step forward.
The scene of the courtyard changed again, and Zhen Xiaoxiao found himself suddenly in front of a shattered battle platform.
It turned out that he did not defeat the Heavenly Lien in the Dan Beast Dabiri, but was smashed in the chest by its claw.
At the same time as his limbs were numb, there were bursts of regret in the sea of really small knowledge, if this battle was not lost, he should go to the Lingmen, and reunite with Xiao Congee Congee under the beautiful scenery, he should be treated with the courtesy of Lionheart Mountain, and have excellent cultivation resources......
It's a pity that all the good things only exist in the sigh of the second before death.
Wrong!
I've already met Xiao Congee!
This is still an illusion, a vain attempt to seal one's consciousness in unreal remorse!
False...... Target!
Hurry up and cheer up and dispel the illusion in the sea of knowledge, it's really a little breathless.
Although he can still vaguely stick to his heart, he believes that after the old man took the second step, he cast a new illusion on himself!
However, his emotions were gradually swayed by his power, and he became easy to control and instigate.
Hey?
Stirring his eyebrows, the old man expressed surprise at Zhen Xiaoxiao's ability to converge his emotions from the second realm so quickly.
However, he did not say anything more, but quickly moved forward, taking the third step.
The black wind swept through the ice, devouring everything that existed in front of her little one, and whether she liked it or not, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.
Wrapped in waves and winds, she felt her own insignificance and fragility in the endless darkness.
A familiar big knife once again slashed fiercely at her Heavenly Spirit, as if she was sitting in the Spirit Gathering Array and was hit by the spiritual attack of the gray-robed old man for the first time.
Fake!
It's a little one roaring in the wind.
Obviously, he should be exempt from all illusions, but he has never been mentally crushed again and again so frequently, and his mind has become a little dull, and it seems that if he continues, he will be completely pulled into the darkness by the other party's technique.
In the mood, I couldn't help but give birth to a touch of panic and a trace of irritability.
"You're wrong."
There was a sigh in my ears.
The darkness and the wind stopped, and the jolting dissipated.
Everything in front of you, back to normal.
But a little sweat found that at some point, the gray-robed old man had walked close to him, and the big knife in his hand was indeed hovering above his head, and the sharp blade cut off a few of his broken hairs that had not been tied into the hair band.
At this moment, as long as the other party is willing, he can kill himself at any time.
"Coo", swallowed saliva, really small feeling of frustration, unprecedented!
It seems that even if he was immune to the small transparent pupil technique before, it doesn't mean that when he meets a real master, his energy can be invincible.
"Your innate potential is strong, and the fluctuation range of your spiritual power is even stronger than that of the old man, but you haven't learned how to use your talent."
The gray-robed old man sighed. Put away the big knife in your hand.
"You can distinguish between the fake and the fake, but you don't have the ability to find out that the fake is also true under layers of mental stimulation."