At this time, Lu Hongxiang was already very sure that Feng Linwan still had any hole cards that had not been opened.

But he couldn't see through it, which made Lu Hongxiang not only anxious, but also aggrieved.

He is the lord of true vision, a seventh-level powerhouse.

It's just that I am deflated here at the fifth level, as if the form is reversed, and I am checked and balanced everywhere, which is simply uncomfortable.

It can only be said that those who are stronger than Feng Linwan are not as smart as him, and those who are smarter than him are not as good as his horses. And even more flea than him... The fists are not as hard as his.

Feng Linwan sometimes behaves like a BUG.

For a long time, Feng Linwan has always felt that his real golden finger is not a pinched face modeling vest, but his 'intelligence' that cannot be thoroughly described in words.

"Although my strength is limited, I happen to have a good eyesight. Your strength is not as good as that big man in green clothes, and now you are in prison. The other party only needs to stir the bottom of the pot again, and then urge it, and your resistance will be completely broken. At that point, you don't want to show up, you have to show up. Feng Linwan is like a bystander, and he has leisure and leisure, analyzing the situation in front of Lu Hongxiang.

Lu Hongxiang's lungs were about to explode, but he finally said patiently: "This time, count me as losing to you." But... You're now a turtle in an urn too. I'm not going to run away, but you... Not only can't I keep things, but I also have to worry about my life. ”

"Why the hell? I'll transfer you 500 million source energy points, which is all my belongings. ”

"You will give me something, and with it, I will be able to get you out of trouble. ”

Even at this time, Lu Hongxiang still did not give up the creation godhead.

It's too tempting to climb to the top.

Numerically, from level seven to level ten, there is only a difference of three levels, which seems to be nothing.

However, from the middle god to the creation god, from the golden immortal to the mixed yuan Daluo, the gap between them is very obvious and clear at a glance.

Hardly anyone can resist this temptation.

In fact, Feng Linwan is really taboo, and the one he is guarding against has never been Lu Hongxiang, or the big man in Tsing Yi who has all kinds of forces boiled in one pot.

It's weird... So far, there has never been a strong man above level 8 who has made a move.

There are only two possibilities.

Either they had already seen through Feng Linwan's trick.

And there's that... Ready to go, hidden and unmoving.

Feng Linwan only hoped that it was the former.

If it's the latter, it's a big hassle.

At a critical time, Feng Lin Wan had to transfer the fragments of Godhead to the body of a certain person who betrayed the blame to uncover this 'truth'.

It's just that in this way, Feng Linwan can only be regarded as 'capital preservation', and he has not 'made a lot of money' from this gamble.

And for some people, not making money is losing money.

"Still dreaming?"

"Actually, you should understand it somewhat! With your IQ, in this game, sooner or later, you will be cannon fodder. Why bother? "Feng Linwan's language was vicious, constantly stimulating Lu Hongxiang's psychological bottom line.

Lu Hongxiang stared at Feng Linwan deadly, his blue eyes seemed to be overflowing with blue water.

Being stared at by him like this, Feng Linwan suddenly had a feeling of being forcibly pulled into reality and denying everything extraordinary.

Feng Linwan knew very well that this was Lu Hongxiang's intention to make a move, using a way that was essentially close to the hint of the soul to abolish his skills.

It's just that Lu Hongxiang obviously doesn't know that Feng Linwan is mixed in the absolute materialist world, and absorbs materialistic energy to condense an existence of absolute idealism.

This kind of denial of forcibly pulling in the 'real' is not lethal to Feng Linwan at all.

Compared with the negation of the world, the negation of one person is really much weaker.

It's just that at this time, Feng Linwan suddenly seemed to be frozen.

In the face of Lu Hongxiang's sudden attack, his whole face showed a wonderful 'performance' in an instant.

He successfully expressed the entanglement, doubt, disbelief and incomprehension with rich expressions, and the performance was very rich.

Then, there was a crisp 'pop'.

Feng Linwan's whole person burst like a balloon.

Burst open, along with the dream soil that only a tiny piece of it remains.

Lu Hongxiang was suddenly swept out by the aftermath of the explosion, facing the tumbling black cauldron, and the whole person was a little stunned.

"Fake? How can it be fake? My eyes... How can my eyes not see through the real and the fake? I don't believe it!" Lu Hongxiang was close to half-madness at this time.

Level 7 only... In the Galaxy Age, he was not an absolute boss, but could only be regarded as the role of a prince.

It's not like he hasn't lost.

But this time... He lost what he did best.

Lu Hongxiang is not convinced!

He is the Lord of True Sight!

But his eyes deceived him.

Let a shadow, an illusion, set up a stage in front of him to sing, and pit him into a big black cauldron, and he still doesn't know how to get out of trouble.

The more Lu Hongxiang thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a trace of crack appeared in the 'Dao' of the whole person.

The so-called transcendent idealism is a strong self-centeredness, which radiates, spreads, and influences the outside world, so as to create all kinds of transcendent scenes.

The higher the level, the more confident and self-reliant.

Under the deception of Feng Linwan, Lu Hongxiang began to doubt himself, which was equivalent to tearing his own way with his own hands.

Distant borders of the special operations zone.

A small spirit butterfly, wrapped in a dreamlike soil, jumped out illusoryly, and then fell suddenly, turning into a continent floating in nothingness.

Feng Linwan was dressed in a white suit, sitting on the sofa, with a cigar in one hand and red wine in the other.

Just like in the beginning, nothing has changed.

What's going on here?

Very simple!

Feng Lin Wan advanced to the Yuan Shen, and absorbed a large amount of strong idealistic dream power, thus condensing a new supernatural power.

Feng Lin Wan named it ··· Absolutely real.

To put it simply, it means that Feng Lin Wan left his own imprint at a certain point, and this imprint will be returned to Feng Lin Wan's true body within a certain period of time.

Prior to this, no matter where Feng Linwan moved actively or passively, when the time came, he would disappear like a fake.

Lu Hongxiang has always faced the real Feng Lin Wan.

That's why his true eye can't see through it.

It's just that the combination of Feng Linwan's two magical powers is like the extreme idealism and materialism circulating each other, constituting an insoluble mystery.

Disappear from one point and then magically return to the previous point.

This is Feng Linwan's confidence.

Although he got rid of Lu Hongxiang, he has stayed at the border of the special operations zone.

But Feng Lin Wan has not yet relaxed.

In fact, he knew it well... The real challenge has just begun.

Everything before that was just a hot spot before the real show.

If he's wrong, he'll be high... The tide is the aftertaste, so the end of the greeting will be very miserable.