Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1452 Re-entering the illusion

Seeing this, Wu Yun was stunned.

He swears that he has never seen such a violent attack, without any fancy moves, without any extra waste.

The full-space attack method of the God of Fortune seems to have no purpose, and it is a random attack. In fact, the attack of every subtle corner, the control of power is accurate to the extreme.

And what makes Wu Yun really stunned is precisely this, it is the divine bell of good fortune, the degree of control over his own power has reached a level that is close to perfection.

On the surrounding walls, the dozens of dark vortices seemed to be destroyed by this force, which meant that they were directly blown away.

And it can no longer continue to confuse Wu Yun's consciousness, it has temporarily lost the hallucination ability.

"Are you going to succeed?"

Wu Yun was a little excited, but at the same time a little lost.

Excited, because looking at the appearance in front of me, it seems that I will succeed soon.

The reason for the loss was that things did not develop as Wu Yun imagined. He thought that the remnant soul of the master of the Jail Tower would fight back. At that time, he could witness a battle between the real powerhouses with his own eyes.

However, no.

Seeing that these dark vortexes are about to be blown away and collapsed, but there is no force to fight back.

But no matter what, this result is not always a bad thing.

On the contrary, if the good fortune bell fails and he fails to break through this illusion, that is what Wu Yun should really worry about.

Everything is progressing steadily. Seeing that, those dark vortexes are gradually collapsing, and it seems that they are about to succeed.

Wu Yun's mood gradually relaxed.

However, at this moment, Wu Yun's face suddenly changed, and he said to himself, "No, it's not right, it's stopped, the attack of the God of Fortune has stopped, and the power of that attack is rapidly fading, what's going on?"

With doubts, Wu Yun turned his head sharply and looked at the god of creation clock in mid-air.

It doesn't matter at this point, Wu Yun just sucked in a breath.

He couldn't even imagine when and how it all happened.

In other words, the result Wu Yun wanted happened.

In the face of this violent attack from the God of Fortune, the other party fought back.

This was the result Wu Yun wanted, but at this moment Wu Yun started to panic.

Because the opponent's counterattack or not, for Wu Yun, who wants to learn from the experience, has no meaning.

He didn't even know how the other party made his move, and he didn't even have any battles.

At this moment, I saw an invisible aura hood that directly bound the phantom of the god of creation clock floating in mid-air.

Moreover, it is not the actions of the God of Fortune that are bound, but the whole person is imprisoned in the small space constructed by this aura cover.

There is no doubt that the aura that trapped the God of Fortune Bell was displayed by the remnant soul of the owner of the prison tower who spoke before.

Moreover, the powerful and terrifying, just this counterattack, can see the gap between them.

The god of creation clock is far from being the opponent of the owner of this prison tower.

It can be seen that God of Fortune has tried countless times to break through this aura wall, and the violent barren good fortune has been exerted to the extreme, hitting this aura cover over and over again.

However, everything seemed to be in vain. The God Clock of Fortune, which had just been domineering, had no room for resistance in front of this spiritual hood.

The other party did not have the ability to imprison him, but he was completely locked in this area directly, isolating him from all contact with the outside world.

Outside, the attack that lost his strength to maintain also collapsed directly.

Those dark vortexes that were about to be crushed by the divine clock of good fortune started to run again.

"So strong!"

Wu Yun couldn't help but exclaimed, the owner of this prison tower is too strong. In a sense, he, who has only the remnant soul, and the divine clock of good fortune whose body is broken should be on the same level.

But he trapped the God of Fortune so easily, so it can be seen that if the two are in their peak state, the God of Fortune is probably far from being the opponent of the owner of the prison tower.

"As expected of a terrifying existence that can compete with the Dao of Heaven, create the world with ease, and isolate the Dao of Heaven, its strength is indeed terrifying!"

Wu Yun exclaimed and muttered to himself. After a while, he subconsciously glanced forward. With this look, it was over!

Those dark vortices that lost the attack of the God of Fortune had long since recovered their psychedelic effects.

When Wu Yun saw it, he immediately fell into it, unable to extricate himself.

Before, the reason why he was able to wake up in time was because of the help of the divine clock.

But now, the God of Fortune is bound by the energy cover, and his power cannot be exerted to the outside world at all.

Seeing that Wu Yun was bewildered again, he walked towards those dark vortexes step by step.

The God of Fortune was a little panicked, because he knew the horror of these dark vortexes, but as long as Wu Yun was swallowed in, there would be no possibility of life.

"Stinky boy, wake up, come back!"

Seeing Wu Yun walking step by step, the God of Fortune roared eagerly.

However, his roaring didn't have any effect, Wu Yun was completely immersed in it, and because Wu Yun didn't take any precautions at first.

At this moment, with Wu Yun's own ability, I am afraid it is difficult to have the power to return to the sky.

"Stinky boy, you're crazy!"

The God of Fortune roared again, but still did not get any response.

"Bastard, stop, don't hurt him, you know he's..."

Suddenly, the God of Fortune bell shouted towards the empty space of the third-layer space, but halfway through the words, he stopped again.

He wanted to say who was behind Wu Yun, but he suddenly found that it seemed useless to say these things.

If it is said that he is a disciple of the god of war, it has no effect. The owner of this prison tower was an existence that could compete with the heavenly way, and the strength of the god of martial arts was far from his discernment.

But if you tell that person, it may be able to play a role, but the result you get is very likely to be counterproductive.

"I said, when you come to me, you have to act according to my rules. I respect that you are an ancient holy relic that was bred with the heaven and the earth, and will not hurt you. But he, whether he lives or dies, depends on himself!"

After saying this, there was no more sound, and the aura hood that bound the divine bell of creation did not disappear.

"Ugh!"

Fortune God Bell sighed, looked at Wu Yun who was walking towards the dark vortex, opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.

At this moment, Wu Yun had already lost consciousness, and he had completely fallen into an illusion.

In front of his eyes, there is still the same exit channel as before, and he still has the same idea as before, go and see where this is the channel leading to.

As everyone knows, what awaits him, most likely, will be a death trap.

If he died here, no one would be able to save him!

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