I have become a dangerous place and invaded the fairyland with strangeness

Chapter 20 Identity Confirmation
What a genius! Xie Ling gave a thumbs up to the little flower he raised for evolving such an unstoppable skill.

Especially in vegetation that is one person tall, once the team disperses, the strange fragrance that is diluted by the group in the same space will be inhaled more after leaving the group.

The illusion went deeper and the scattered cultivators were unable to form an organized resistance and were swallowed up one by one.

The solution is obvious. The strange fragrance is a kind of spiritual power. Just stop absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy, or find a way to purify the spiritual power.

But in this kind of situation where one kills oneself, how many people can face it calmly and find out the reason?
It will only absorb spiritual energy faster and use the power to defeat the self in front of him, causing the hallucination to become deeper and deeper.

The Yingtian Sect's hundred-man team had been divided into five or six small teams, and was engaged in a continuous exchange of fire.

In a certain team, Yin and his illusion just stood there, staring at each other and smiling. The scene was completely different from that of his fellow disciples who were in a mess next to them.

"Why don't you do it?"

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

"No confidence?"

"I don't bother to do it."

The phantom Silver shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and started to fight with Yin, neither of them wanted to hit the other.

What is this person thinking about? The actions of the illusion are in some sense the person's subconscious.

So no matter how fast Elder Wang Linyu attacks, his illusion will only be faster than him.

Only Yin knew what he was thinking, but he really had no desire to take action, and naturally his illusion did not have the same desire either.

"I have always had a question." Yin rescued a fellow disciple beside him.
Phantom Silver did not try to stop it, nor did he attack anyone else: "I have a lot of questions every day."

"From the moment you showed up I was wondering why you didn't attack someone else."

"It's not time for me to be exposed yet."

Silver's eyes snapped open.

The phantom Silver squinted his eyes and continued to smile, enjoying the change in Silver.

As Silver's illusion, he naturally knew what he was thinking.

But soon, Yin stroked the sword with his hand and put the sword away.

He narrowed his eyes again and looked at the phantom Silver opposite him:

"You're not real."

Yin grabbed a fellow disciple who was dodging his moves and knocked him out with a palm.

The illusion that was chasing him stopped and bowed to Yin: "Thank you, Elder, for your keen insight."

"Keep attacking him."

"Ah?" The disciple was puzzled and did not take any action.

"I told you to keep attacking him and cut off his head."

The disciple still did not take any action. Instead, his expression turned cold, as if he was telling himself that the silver that had just helped him was fake.

"His spiritual power is blocked, so you can't harm him, right?"

The phantom Silver on the opposite side opened his eyes, and the next second, only the hilt of the sword was exposed on Silver's abdomen.

But Yin's right hand was also placed on his chest, looking at the phantom Yin with a smile.

The next second, the phantom Yin and the disciple disappeared, and Yin's abdomen was empty.

"You're such a loser. It took you so long to figure it out." Yin muttered to himself, looking at the flowers at his feet.

His sword was unsheathed again and inserted into a delicate flower bud next to the fallen junior.

"It's just my glory."

Silver's tone became gentle.

……

Above the heads of the Yingtian Sect members, Xie Ling was watching the situation here. After seeing Yin see through and kill a little flower, he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

Sure enough, Yin told the key to others, and more and more people sealed their own spiritual power, cutting off the spiritual energy interaction with heaven and earth, and successfully resolved the illusion.

Once the Xiaohua tribe is discovered, their fighting power will be greatly reduced.
Although many people were still bitten and eaten, after the elder escaped from the duel with himself, the sea of ​​flowers was still uprooted.

The Yingtian Sect, which had a hundred people, lost more than sixty people in this wave and was successfully delayed for nearly a day.

Xie Ling looked at Yin carefully. He just had an illusion that Yin's soul seemed to be stronger than others.

This young man who betrayed Fengtianmen in Xiang Bing's dream has many secrets.

However, Xie Ling was not interested in delving into the matter. Xiang Bing encountered the skeleton old antique and was forced to break through the spirit separation stage. They were now testing each other.

The skeleton that he thought would be helpful to him turned out to be more of a hindrance than a help, slowing down their progress.
Xie Ling still needs to make some more preparations to delay Yingtian Sect a little longer.

You are obviously God, why are you still working for others?

Xie Ling was very upset and wanted to beat up both Skeleton and Xiang Bing, but he held back when he saw the children around them.

Forget it. I’ll need their help later, so let’s just consider it an equal exchange.

Yingtian Sect continued on their way. The flower fields were no longer a threat.

Wang Linyu, who was leading the group, was just like the elder named Gao before him. He pushed forward all the way and got closer and closer to Xiang Bing and the others.

Xiang Bing, after fighting for half a day with the skeleton deliberately letting the sea go, finally recognized the identity of the person:
"Nine...Nineth Grandmaster?"

The skeleton stopped and tapped his toes. A large formation that was unconsciously carved during the fight appeared. Xiang Bing and Fu Tong confirmed Xiang Bing's guess with tears in their eyes.

"Grandmaster, the sect..."

"I already know." The skeleton helped the kneeling couple up. She understood the current situation when she possessed Dong Xueying.
After all, less than a hundred years had passed since the demise of the Fengtian Sect, and it was still big news in the world of immortal cultivation. Dong Xueying still had a deep memory of the big news.

The Ninth Grandmaster called Fu Tong and Xiang Bing, and the three of them began to add to the formation on the ground along the lines of the formation he had just carved.

While setting up the formation, he told Xiang Bing about the situation in the swamp.

"Grandmaster, Yin has betrayed the sect! He is now a lackey of the Yingtian Sect!"

"Because he took away two 'Dao Bodies'?"

"Grandmaster, how did you know? At that time, my uncle entrusted it to me, but Yin attacked me and stole the Dao body!"

"I sensed that the two Dao bodies are still on him. This matter seems to be more complicated."

"Still there? Didn't he join the Yingtian Sect? And he became their elder!"

"That's why things are complicated. Let's do the things at hand first. I've only been in Nirvana for ten thousand years, and you've already lost the inheritance!"

Xiang Bing shut up obediently. Fu Tong worked hard to draw the formation under the guidance of the Ninth Grandmaster from beginning to end.

The formation that the founder just used to prove his identity is one of the Fengtian Sect's secret techniques.

According to the sect’s records, the only one who had learned this secret technique but had not yet ascended to heaven was the Ninth Grandmaster.

[Breaking the Realm and Pursuing the Classic], a heretical classic that even the Yingtian Sect wants to obtain.

What the Ninth Grandmaster drew was the Breaking Formation in the Breaking Domain Classic. The Ninth Grandmaster in the Breaking Formation could release all the blood in his body and transform into five true bodies of the Ninth Grandmaster!

The side effect is blood thirst, and the patient will need to replenish five times his own blood volume afterwards.

Fu Tong explained the above to Xiang Bingtong in a low voice, with her eldest son helping her.
The Ninth Grandmaster had no objection, because his eldest son's painting was even better than Xiang Bing's.

"Okay." After drawing the final stroke, the Ninth Grandmaster asked everyone to stand in the middle of the formation.

At this time, the formation had been completely transformed. An ancient saying was chanted, and the formation under his feet glowed red.

Xie Ling looked at them strangely, because the meaning of this ancient saying made Xie Ling confused:

[Please allow us to enter your room under the protection of Shuchuan]

Where are you going to enter my place? What do you mean?

(End of this chapter)