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At the same time, there were many more people on the stage. With hostile eyes, they told Feng Qinglang not to have delusions. The following was definitely not an open illusion class. There were also a few temporary students who appeared in the illusion class.

The front row of the opera house has been changed to the referee's seat. Dongfang Pei, who is the chief referee, sits in the middle, with his legs crossed and yawning in a state of fugue. Among the ordinary referees on both sides of him, Feng Qinglang Seeing two or three vaguely familiar faces, they should be referee representatives sent by the academy alliance. The appearance seems to be only to set off the existence of the chief referee.

A total of sixty contestants were selected by lottery and sat around the huge round table in the center of the stage. In the center of the round table was the legendary Phantom Wooden Porcelain Plate. The plate is much larger, and it is covered with a layer of matte black gauze. I don't know what kind of magic patterns are imprinted on it. At this time, it is already in a preheated state, floating in the 45 cm void, showing Standing obliquely at a [-]-degree angle and slowly rotating counterclockwise, ordinary people will naturally feel dizzy after watching it for a long time.

But most of the people sitting around the round table were well-known magicians, they couldn't help but pay attention to this ancient magic weapon.

A waiter, guarded by two black-clothed bodyguards, came to the round table with a pitch-black box. The three representatives of the Alliance Judgment Council took out their keys and opened the box together. Inside was the game manual. The topic of this **** competition is in it.

The handbook was quickly distributed to the contestants. Feng Qinglang quickly flipped through it, her eyes lit up.

The competition in the illusionist world is the most flexible. In the fantasy world, there are many less constraints and restraints of reality, and the emphasis is on moving as one pleases and at will.

This time, due to the existence of the phantom wood porcelain plate, an overhead world can be deduced, and rules and basic frameworks are bound to be added.

In the usual illusionist competitions, most of the people who enter are basically the gods and masters inside, and each competes for the top based on their mental strength!

But now, they will be bound by the phantom wood porcelain plate. Once they enter, they are just ordinary creatures, and then rely on their own efforts and means to obtain the godhead inside, ignite the god fire, and become the gods inside... Once you fall, you will be expelled immediately leave.In the end, according to the order of expulsion, the seats of the illusion masters were arranged.

If the first one is eliminated, it will be No.60, and one point will be awarded, and the last one will be No.1, and sixty points will be awarded.

The superimposed bonus points of the three representatives of each family are the final points of the family, and according to this point, the ranking of the illusion competition is determined.

Feng Qinglang secretly observed the expressions of the people around her, especially her two teammates, Ximu was wearing presbyopic glasses, and he still had a kind face, neither surprised nor happy, and didn't know what was going on in his heart; Chanmo frowned slightly, Obviously dissatisfied, why the title of the magic wood porcelain plate is completely different from the previous few times.And Chanmo's expression is exactly the expression of most people. Illusionists like new things, but they definitely don't want to appear on such a stage where their own destiny and fortune can be determined.

A young man sitting next to Feng Qinglang, a genius from some unknown family, was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and sent on stage this time. Now he couldn't hide his nervousness at all. The manual, still chanting something in his mouth, as if he wanted to imprint every rule into his mind, Feng Qinglang believed that if his clenched fist was opened, it would be full of sweat.

These manuals were also sent to the auditorium one by one. For those who have little knowledge of illusion, many of the rules in it are really unclear, but Dongfang Pei is obviously not included. On the stage, Feng Qinglang blinked to wish him good luck.

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly, if Di Allen's sculpture reappeared in a world that has already been erected, it would be shocking...

As if reading Feng Qinglang's inner voice, Dongfang Pei shook his head slightly, expressing that there is no need to worry. Feng Qinglang understood what the other party meant. If Di Allen's sculpture was only a part of his spiritual world, it should not be mapped to other things in theory. Spiritual sea to go.It is equal to the things in your own home, no matter how shocking it looks, you should not see it when you go to other people's homes.

The old man in the middle of the three representatives of the Hidden World Family Judgment Council took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "In the name of the sages, the Hidden World Family's trial has officially begun! The first round of rounds, illusions! Please play! Those who want to enter the Phantom Wood Porcelain Plate with spiritual power!"

The voice was concise and powerful, but as soon as the words fell, the colorful mental power immediately surged out, rushing towards the magic wood porcelain plate, Feng Qinglang deliberately slowed down a bit, so as to observe other people's mental operation, even if it was just to spy out the slightest , is also a little advantage.

The surrounding brilliance quickly dissipated, and the phantom wood porcelain plate seemed to gain life, the rotation speed was obviously faster, and the radiant colors faintly seeped out from the black gauze.

The contestants on the edge of the round table seemed to be in a state of distraction, and their movements were frozen. They could only judge their emotions in it from the expressions on their faces.

The three members of the adjudication committee stood around the round table and stood guard.

A large number of guards in black lined up to enter the stage and surrounded the round table so as not to interfere with the progress of the event due to unknown factors, and around the stage, there were countless secret whistles watching closely.

The periphery of the opera house, and even the entire clubhouse, quietly entered the first-level alert state almost at the same time after receiving the signal from inside.

Fantasy world.

Feng Qinglang woke up from a state of confusion and confusion. The first thing she saw was an incomparably magnificent starry sky. It happened to coincide with the trajectory of a shooting star. the dividing line.

It's so beautiful... This was the first thought that arose in his ignorance, and then, a strong panic surged into his heart, who am I, where am I?

This panic almost caused his consciousness to collapse. He panicked and instinctively calmed himself down. He found that he was lying on his back on the ground, so he struggled to get up. Looking forward, it turned out to be an endless expanse of whiteness. , not the snow, the moonlight reflecting it made him clearly see that this place is full of bones, this is the endless land of skeletons!

He lowered his head and tried to observe himself, only to find that his neck was very inflexible, and it took a lot of effort to complete the action of lowering his head. When he saw himself clearly and adapted to the way his neck was being exerted, he felt an uncontrollable sense of humor Feelings surged up immediately, he turned out to be a skeleton!Snow-white and snow-white, it can also reflect the light of stars in the night sky!

But then, he couldn't help thinking again, who am I? !Where the hell is this? !

The sense of danger that would cause his consciousness to collapse rose again, Feng Qinglang hurriedly stopped this kind of thinking, he instinctively felt that he should not think too much about this issue yet.

Looking to the left and right, I saw many skeletons slowly getting up, but most of them were the blue-purple flames in the eyes of the skeletons that had just ignited and then went out again.

Some skeletons are climbing up, the flames are dim, not enough to support their bodies, and they fall down again. The unlucky skeletons fall apart immediately after falling, completely losing hope of resurrection.

For some reason, he understood that someone was summoning the undead, trying to summon an army of skeletons?