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The scene of the world was blurred for an instant, but it immediately became clear again. The old man was obviously frightened. This person trapped in the illusion did not have any confusion or confusion, 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 already fallen into it, no matter who you are, it will be hard to leave!

The wind suddenly picked up, and the dandelions blowing up with the wind gradually gathered together, turning from gray to black, getting bigger and bigger, and instantly turned into a huge tornado, sweeping away this beautiful world. Under the scattered lawn, there is actually a world of boiling lava. The magma spurts around Feng Qinglang with its teeth and claws. The speed of the black tornado is getting faster and faster. a part of.

However, Feng Qinglang was still standing there, looking at the growing black tornado with great interest, the old man panicked a little, and he even encouraged Feng Qinglang to "run, run quickly!" When 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 his strength was not bad. He took a deep breath and decided to use his trump card. The sky in the middle of the sky also became completely groggy. Above the extremely huge tornado, at the end of the sky, a huge blood-colored phoenix flapped its wings. It was so huge that it completely covered the sky and covered the sun. In this place, the world has completely turned into blood. 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 to the ground, the ground had already opened a ravine, separating 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 terrifying like hell, while the other side was the land of spring, like a fairyland on earth.

The old man was even more startled. This is not the world he created. Could it be that at this critical moment, he went mad and the illusion world completely lost control?

Feng Qinglang gave an explanation, looked up at the bloody phoenix that leaped down from the sky, and calmly said: "I forgot to mention, I'm actually an illusionist!"

When he swiped towards the sky, an incomparably huge gap opened in the sky, and the azure blue water surged down, forming a colossal waterfall that descended from the sky. Just like that, it rushed down towards the bloody phoenix, and the boiling blood collided with the water droplets. , making a buzzing sound, like hot coals being poured with water, full of the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The phoenix turned into a drowning chicken, and with the impact of the waterfall, it became smaller and smaller. When the phoenix hit Feng Qinglang, it was just a little fire bird. Ashes to ashes.

The waterfall rushed down the ravine, which soon filled up and turned into a vast river, which began 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 his rank was higher than him. His understanding of illusion was probably far superior to his.

He no longer had the will to fight in his heart, and just wanted to sneak away, but an invisible big hand traveled through time and space, picked him up at once, and brought him up in front of Feng Qinglang, Feng Qinglang still had a calm expression on his face, and he didn't feel defeated. This illusionist is such an amazing thing, he just said indifferently: "Your Excellency, I just wanted to pass by, but you 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 talking hard, because I don’t want to bully the old man. Have you seen the big river under your feet? It can become 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 soak for a long time!"

"..."

Just as the old illusionist's face was cloudy, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, as if the earth at the end of the world was cracking.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help frowning, he knew that this was actually just a magic pattern wall not far from him being closed again in the real world.

He had expected that along the way, there must be a magic pattern wall behind him that had been closed again, but it was the first time he heard the sound of it closing, and it was really hard for him to feel happy.

When the old illusionist rolled his eyes, he found that amidst the rumbling sound, the blue and clear river under his feet had turned into a restless lava river at some point, as red as blood, and there was The unknown creature was swimming secretly, poking its head out occasionally, and opening its mouth at the old illusionist. The jagged teeth really made him tremble with fear.

Don't offend the illusionist, the so-called life is better than death in reality, there is still an end, but the illusionist's world may pull this end to infinity.

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

Feng Qinglang remained expressionless, and threw him into the lava river, commenting: "No, you didn't plan to say it, but you just figured out how to lie to me."

After a long time...

The old man was picked up from the lava again by Feng Qinglang, his eyes had completely stopped wandering, and he said weakly: "I come from the tribe of doom, we came prepared..."

"..."

Breaking away from the world of illusion, in fact, the real world was only after a while. Feng Qinglang looked back, and sure enough, the magic pattern wall closest to her was closed again. This was a mistake made by the predecessors when it was opened. Unintentionally, he can't do anything about it.

Every time I stand in front of the magic pattern wall, what I see are puzzles with clear clues, but the first time I stand behind the magic pattern wall, I feel a cold sense of despair, the rough stone surface, without the slightest clue. gap.

Perhaps brute force cracking can be considered, but this will not only waste the power of the spiritual sea, but may also affect the overall situation. The worst possibility is that the entire underground palace will also collapse.

Feng Qinglang studied it for a while, and confirmed that she couldn't open it behind the magic pattern wall with skills, so she stopped thinking about it and moved on.

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

Feng Qinglang knew that this was the handiwork of the Doom tribe. Taking advantage of the closure of part of the magic pattern wall, they wanted to break through the underground palace independently and take away the treasure suspected to be in the tomb of Ye Di Tian.

As a result, there were many forks in the left half of the underground palace, and the roads gradually connected in the second half. Feng Qinglang memorized the route, and began to walk back consciously, searching for other passages, because there were a lot of sounds of weapons colliding in the front , also passed on the power of magic, the people of the doom tribe are opening up wasteland, and Beatrice can't be there.

Finally, after more than half an hour, there was another fork in the left wing 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 composure, and there was a trace of anxiety between her brows. There were many skeletons of dead creatures under her feet. It was obvious that a battle had just happened. She leaned against the wall and looked at a closed door in front of her from time to time. The direction of the magic pattern wall.

Feng Qinglang followed her gaze and saw that there were a large number of dead creatures accumulating there. It should be that when the Misfortune Tribe cleaned up this area, some of the dead creatures were intentionally driven away to "close the road". Even if the Holy Spirit entered again, It also takes a lot of work to clean up.

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

Coming from behind so quietly, Beatrice was taken aback, and when she saw that it was Feng Qinglang, she couldn't help being surprised and said, "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 himself in such an intricate maze, he must have paid a lot of hardships... The ordinary face in front of him is also softer and more pleasing to the eye than usual .

But she was dissatisfied and said: "You scared me! There is no sound at all when you walk!"

Feng Qinglang smiled and said, "If I had made a sound when I was walking, then I would definitely not be able to get here now...how did you come in?"