The scenery of the world suddenly blurred for a moment, but then became clear again. The old man was obviously frightened. This person who was trapped in the illusion did not have any confusion or confused emotions, and he commented on everything in his illusion world like a tourist. What kind of opponent is this? However, it is a pity that you have been trapped. No matter who you are, it will never be possible to leave!

The wind suddenly picked up, and the dandelions flying in the sky gradually gathered into one piece, turning from gray to black. They rolled bigger and bigger, and instantly turned into a huge tornado, sweeping away this beautiful world. Under the scattered lawn, there was actually a world of boiling lava. The magma was gushing out around Feng Qinglang. The speed of the black tornado was getting faster and faster, rushing towards Feng Qinglang, trying to turn him into darkness. a part of.

However, Feng Qinglang still stood there, looking at the growing black tornado with interest. The old man panicked slightly. He even encouraged Feng Qinglang in his heart to "Run, run quickly!" Once the opponent retreats, his mind will be completely lost and he will completely fall into the world of his own illusion.

The old man knew that this opponent must have cultivated his mind and was not bad at it. He took a deep breath and decided to use his trump card. Even if it hurt the source, he bit the tip of his tongue and let his spiritual sea boil. Suddenly, the illusion world The sky in the sky also became completely dark. Above the extremely huge tornado, at the end of the sky, a huge and unparalleled bloody phoenix fluttered its wings. It was so huge that it completely covered the sky and the sun. The world turned completely bloody. If ordinary people saw this wild beast, they would have been frightened to death.

However, Feng Qinglang still didn't take a step back. She just reached out and swiped her hand into the ground. A huge ravine had opened in the ground, isolating the approaching tornado on the other side of the ravine.

Under his feet, the grass regenerated, the magma gradually receded, and the breath of spring came again. In this way, the two sides of the ravine seemed to have become two worlds, one side was as terrifying as hell, and the other side was spring coming to the earth, like a fairyland on earth.

The old man was even more shocked. This was not a world he created. Could it be that at this critical moment, he went crazy and the world of illusion was completely out of control?

Feng Qinglang gave an explanation, looking up at the bloody phoenix that flew down from the sky, and said calmly: "I forgot to mention, in fact, I am also an illusionist!"

He drew a stroke towards the sky, and an extremely huge hole opened in the sky. The blue water surged down, forming a huge waterfall falling from the sky. It just rushed towards the bloody phoenix, and the boiling blood collided with the water droplets. , making a roaring sound, like red-hot coal being poured with water, full of the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The phoenix turned into a drowned rat. With the impact of the waterfall, it became smaller and smaller. When the phoenix impacted in front of Feng Qinglang, it was just a small firebird. Feng Qinglang patted it and blew it lightly, and it was gone. Turn into ashes and disappear into smoke.

The waterfall rushed down the ravine, which quickly filled up and turned into a vast river, beginning to flow eastward.

The old man hiding in the dark depths of this world was completely dumbfounded. The other party was really an illusionist, and he was of a higher level than him. His understanding of illusions was probably far above his.

He no longer had any desire to fight, and just wanted to sneak away, but a big invisible hand traveled through time and space, picked him up in one fell swoop, and lifted him up in front of Feng Qinglang. Feng Qinglang still had a calm look on his face and did not feel defeated.

This great master of illusion is so amazing, he just said lightly: "Sir, originally I just wanted to pass by, but you have offended me, so I want to know everything about you! Don't try to commit suicide, you can do it

No! I don’t want to see you being tough, because I don’t want to bully the elderly. Have you seen the big river under your feet? It can turn into a river of lava at any time. If you don’t want to tell me, then you will be in it.

Take a bath, and take a long bath!”

"..."

Just when the old illusionist's face was cloudy, a rumble sound suddenly came from the distance, as if the earth was cracking apart at the end of the world.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but frown. He knew that this was actually just a magic pattern wall not far from him in the real world that had been closed again.

He had expected that along the way, the magic pattern wall must have closed again behind him, but this was the first time he heard the sound of it closing, and he really couldn't feel happy.

When the old illusionist's eyes were rolling around, he discovered that in the rumbling sound, the clear blue river water under his feet had turned into a boiling and restless river of lava, red as the color of blood, in which there was

The unknown creature swam quietly, occasionally sticking its head out and opening its mouth at the old illusionist. The jagged teeth really frightened him.

Don't offend the illusionist. In reality, the so-called life is worse than death. There is an end, but the illusionist's world may extend this end to infinity.

The old illusionist trembled: "Tell me, I'll tell you everything!"

Feng Qinglang showed no expression, threw him into the lava river, and commented: "No, you didn't plan to say it, you just thought about how to lie to me."

After a long time...

The old man was lifted up from the lava again by Feng Qinglang. His eyes had completely stopped wandering and he said feebly: "I am from the Doom Tribe, we are here prepared..."

"..."

After breaking away from the world of illusion, in fact, the real world only passed for a while. Feng Qinglang looked back, and sure enough, the magic pattern wall closest to him was closed again. This was a mistake made by the predecessors when opening it, whether intentional or not.

No matter what, there was nothing he could do.

Every time I stand in front of the magic pattern wall, what I see are clear puzzles with clues. But when I stand behind the magic pattern wall for the first time, I feel a cold sense of despair. The rough stone surface has no trace of it.

gap.

Perhaps you can consider violent cracking, but this will not only waste the power of the spiritual sea, but may also affect the overall situation. The worst thing may be that the entire underground palace will collapse.

Feng Qinglang studied for a while and confirmed that he could not use skills to open it behind the magic pattern wall, so he stopped thinking about it and continued to move forward.

After walking for a long time, there was no magic pattern wall that was closed again, but there were more and more corpses on the ground, and the battle obviously happened not long ago.

Feng Qinglang knew that this was the work of the Doom Tribe. Taking advantage of the closure of part of the magic pattern wall, they wanted to independently break into the underground palace and take away the treasures suspected to be from the tomb of Ye Ditian.

As a result, there were many forked roads in the left half of the underground palace. In the second half, the roads gradually became connected. Feng Qinglang memorized the route and began to walk back consciously, searching for other passages, because there were a lot of clashing sounds of weapons in the front.

, and also conveyed the power of magic. The people of the Doom Tribe were opening up wasteland, and Beatrice could not be there.

Finally, after more than half an hour, there was another intersection, on the left side of the underground palace. Feng Qinglang finally found Beatrice, but she was alone, but Lan Xiaofeng and other team members were missing.

At this time, she lost a lot of her usual calmness, with a trace of anxiety between her eyebrows. There were many bones of dead creatures under her feet. Apparently a battle had just happened. She was leaning against the wall, and from time to time she looked at a closed door in front of her.

The direction of the magic pattern wall.

Feng Qinglang followed her gaze and saw that a large number of dead creatures were piled up there. It should be that when the Doom Tribe cleaned up this area before, they deliberately drove away some of the dead creatures as a "road seal". Even if the Holy Spirit people entered again,

It also takes some effort to clean up.

"Are you okay?" Feng Qinglang asked with a smile.

Beatrice was startled when she came from behind so quietly. When she saw that it was Feng Qinglang, she couldn't help but said in surprise: "Why are you here too?"

"Looking for you!"

The answer was very simple, and Beatrice couldn't help but feel moved. In order to find herself in such a complicated maze, he must have put in a lot of hardships... The ordinary face in front of him was softer and more pleasing to the eye than usual.

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But she said dissatisfiedly: "You scared me! There is no sound at all when walking!"
Chapter completed!