Sweet Noble Heir

Because Wang Ling's mood suddenly changed, Qingzhu felt pain in his arm.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Wang. Everything here is fake! It's not a fairyland at all, it's all hallucinations Green bamboo pulled Wang Ling's hand away and rolled up his sleeve. After a look, the arm that Wang Ling had just grasped was already red and swollen, and there were several finger marks. Green bamboo suddenly took a cold breath.

Wang Ling also wanted to rush up, Xue Xu had come over, kicked Wang Ling open, pulled the green bamboo to turn around and left, "don't care."

"Well." Green bamboo rubbed his arm and nodded. He looked back at Wang Ling, but looked at him with resentment.

Jiang Wanbai saw them coming and saw the scene of Wang Ling holding the green bamboo in his eyes. He took out a box of ointment from the storage ring and handed it to Qingzhu, saying, "wipe it."

"Master, why don't they believe it's fake? Do you have to see the real situation here to believe it? " Green bamboo frowned and watched Wang Ling get up and run towards the group of people. He said something excitedly.

Jiang Wanbai looks back at the mountain. Qi Qingxing has already gone up the mountain. Now he doesn't know where he is, but

"Even if they see what it really looks like, they may not be willing to believe it." Jiang Wanbai sighed.

These people are willing to indulge in this environment. They dream that one day they can get Tao. Jiang Wanbai can't tell whether the people who set up this illusion are too powerful, or These people who fall into the illusion are too poor.

At this time, there was finally movement on the mountain.

Jiang Wanbai and Xue Xu were the first to find the movement, because it was obvious that the aura just poured out began to break up and disappear, and the surrounding changed rapidly. Then, Jiang Wanbai found that the opposite king made those people look at her with fear.

Jiang Wanbai turned back, and several huge cracks appeared in the mountain behind him. Then, just like the stone house just now, it began to collapse.

"Ah! The holy mountain is down! The holy mountain is down Wang Ling and others yelled, turning their heads one by one to avoid the boulders rolling down on the mountain and hitting them. Green bamboo and Haiyin also hesitated, hesitating whether to follow them.

But after looking at Jiang Wanbai and Xue Xu, they were standing still, so they both stood still.

Yan Xi was still reading the Sutra of death and birth. He heard the movement around him. There was a momentary pause in the middle. He wanted to open his eyes to have a look.

But what Jiang Wanbai said at the beginning got into his mind again. Yan Xi stopped for a moment and pressed back his impetuous mind. He continued to sit there, reciting incessantly. Maybe after his mind was stabilized, more and more golden scriptures flew out of his mouth and became more and more condensed.

These golden scriptures flew to Wang Ling's people, which fell into their eyebrows, and gradually suppressed their dryness and resentment. The people who had fled also gradually stopped and turned to look at Yan Xi.

Just behind Yan Xi, after the collapse of the mountain, there were no boulders rolling down. Only those stones and collapsed mountains disappeared. From the beginning of the change of this mountain, everything on the island began to change.

The aura collapsed, and all the trees and houses were changing. They lost their beautiful appearance at the beginning, and gradually changed their original appearance.