"Then I'll go to this illusion!" Zhuang Yichen said to Fang Luo. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No, I'd better go!" Fang Luo's face turned red for some reason. But his tone was resolute, and he seemed to be sure enough.

"Okay, be careful!" Zhuang Yichen had no choice but to follow him first, wondering in his heart that he also wanted to see the scene of beautiful women?

However, when Fang Luo stepped into that illusion realm, the result surprised him! he saw that Fang Luo's body only stiffened for a moment, and his face showed a look of disgust, and then he took another step into the third illusion.

"It's kind of interesting!" Toris smiled, and a little evil appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Next, Fang Luo was like a divine help, and he actually broke four illusions in a row and took the seventh step.

"This person has the potential to become a writer!" Tao Lisi suddenly spoke, as if she had a good impression of Fang Luo.

However, this seventh illusion Fang Luo still couldn't get over, and in the end, tears rained down, and Zhuang Yichen immediately pulled it back when he saw this.

Fang Luo was also in a coma for a quarter of an hour, and his talent was exhausted, and Zhuang Yichen already had experience. Feed him the pill and wait for him to wake up.

"The third illusion is that I have become a rich man in a country, the fourth illusion is that I have become the lord of a country, the fifth illusion I have become a half-saint admired by everyone, and the sixth illusion is that I have become the number one talent in the world. The Seventh Illusion ......"

Fang Luo paused when he said this, and then continued: "The seventh illusion is that I met my beloved, and the two of them were happy for life, but I watched her die of serious illness and pain! ”

"The first few illusions can be said to be a collection of men's lifelong dreams and pursuits, you can get through, why does this level let you fall into it?" Zhuang Yichen was a little puzzled.

Fang Luo shook his head and didn't say anything, Zhuang Yichen didn't force him! After all, in the illusion realm, the mind consumed was too great, and it was better to rest more.

"There are still four illusions left, I'm afraid one is more difficult than the other, and I'm not sure!" Zhuang Yichen and Tao Lisi said.

"I can't help it, the illusion of the Divine Stone is specifically aimed at the weakness of human nature, unless it is the kind of emotional numb person who can ignore it! because he doesn't care about anything, and it doesn't matter about anything!" said Toris.

"Is it okay to use the power of poetry to bless you?" Zhuang Yichen thoughtfully.

This kind of poetry is even a fantasy poem, which can ignore the power of illusion for a short time and not be affected. Toris replied.

"It seems that I can only try!" Zhuang Yichen pondered for a while, and then called Zhu Zi'an to ask him to take out the jade page and pen.

"You write this poem, and then bless me!" Zhuang Yichen commanded.

"Brother Zhuang, not every poem can produce an effect!" Zhu Zi'an said suspiciously. He had never heard of fantasy poems, and it was impossible for Zhuang Yichen to know about them!

"You might as well try it!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and said: "Ten years of life and death." Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short pine gang.

After reading it, he suddenly felt a sour tip of his nose, as if tears were about to fall. And Fang Luo was already crying into tears.

Zhu Zi'an's eyes were red, and the hand holding the pen was trembling faintly, but he was still writing rapidly.

"It's strange, why is the artistic conception of this poem in the Shenlong Continent increased by more than ten times, which makes the listener cry!" Zhuang Yichen was secretly surprised in his heart after chanting.

"Zhenguo poetry, this is at least Zhenguo poetry! Aren't you a martial artist? how can you have such a demonic talent!" Tao Lisi exclaimed, simply unbelievable.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in this place, there would have been a great change between heaven and earth, the earth would have shaken, and the sea would have cried wolves.

Of course, if Zhuang Yichen is a scribe, he has the potential to become a saint with this poem.

"Good words!" the voice also came from the Holy Demon Tower, and there was a sadness that had spread from the vicissitudes of eternity.

With the last stroke, Zhu Zi'an's tears finally fell, and the talent on the jade page suddenly gushed out like a flash flood, three feet, four feet, five feet, and finally stopped at five feet and five inches.

All kinds of treasure light flickered on the jade page, and then as the jade page burned, a huge force immediately enveloped Zhuang Yichen's body.

"It's now!" Zhuang Yichen's heart was calm, not affected by the power of poetry, and walked straight towards the Yunshen Stone.

There was no illusion along the way, Zhuang Yichen walked directly to the Yunshen Stone, lowered his body and saw a small bowl-sized depression under the belly of the stone, which was filled with turquoise cold liquid.

"This is the Yuehua condensate!" Zhuang Yichen took out the jade bottle without thinking, wrapped it in soul energy, and put it in.

Fortunately, there are no special requirements for the holding of this moon condensate, otherwise it would be troublesome. After taking the Yuehua condensate, the power of the poems burning on the jade page was about to be consumed in an instant, Zhuang Yichen hurriedly used the deer soul martial art, and flashed back.