Ordinary jinshi and even master level, because the ancestral skill has not yet been completed, the divine soul is not particularly stable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info So if you encounter a master-level illusion, unless you are the kind of person who is extremely determined or has a secret method of breaking the void, it is difficult for an idler to easily come out of the illusion.

But Gu Xingxing didn't know what kind of freak Zhuang Yichen was, even if he had generated the will of the world, he couldn't trap him. Not to mention that now that the ancestral trick has been completed, what he is most afraid of is the illusion.

At that moment, he arched his hand and said, "Brother Gu, a humble gentleman, you can start!"

Gu Xingxing's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and after sitting down cross-legged, his anger suddenly churned, and the scroll in his hand suddenly became larger in the wind, generating a huge force and rushing towards Zhuang Yichen.

Zhuang Yichen did not resist, and let the scroll involve himself. His figure disappeared in an instant, and at this time, Gu Xingxing's eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

"Gu Xingxing really has a back hand, and he has actually fused his soul with the picture scroll! This picture scroll turned out to be his natal treasure!" Ximen Wuwu saw it sincerely, and his evaluation of Gu Xingxing in his heart was a few points higher.

In terms of strength, Gu Xingxing can be ranked sixth or seventh, and at this time, he shot in advance to let Zhuang Yichen fall into a bitter battle first.

However, no one expected that this guy would have such a bad brain, and he would easily fall into Gu Xingxing's trap.

"It's over!" Gao Tianci on the stage was gloomy in his heart, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see how powerful Gu Xingxing's painting scroll was! Not to mention that Gu Xingxing could sneak into the painting with his spirit at this time, and inflict a fatal blow on Zhuang Yichen at any time.

Although he knew that Zhuang Yichen would undoubtedly lose, there would always be some fantasies of luck before it happened.

Fairy music fluttered all around, and countless petals full of wonderful fragrance were scattered in the sky.

Not far away, a peerless beauty in a neon dress was chasing and frolicking, Zhuang Yichen found himself leaning against a fruit tree at this time, the branches on the book just hung down in front of him, and a fist-sized cyan fruit was within reach.

The fruit exuded an enticing fragrance, which was even more charming than the delicious food that Zhuang Yichen had encountered in his two lives combined.

But he didn't stretch out his hand, just smiled and began to observe the world in the scroll.

Gu Xingxing's painting is close to the level of the Three Realms of the Painting Dao, and he has to take a good look at it, which should be of great help to the battle of the people in the Painting Dao in the future.

He didn't use the power of his ancestral aperture, he closed his eyes and felt the majesty blowing across his face, and the coolness and comfort didn't seem to be any different from his memory.

"Brother Yichen, what are you doing, can you go play with me!" The delicate and pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that beautiful girl was playing.

"What are you playing?" Zhuang Yichen said with a smile.

"Brother Yichen, you are so bad, it's not like you haven't played with others!" This beautiful girl seemed to have accidentally slipped off her shawl, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

Her pretty face turned red, and she hurriedly pulled up the shawl, and the whole person suddenly gushed out an extremely coquettish taste.

"Forget it, I still have some things to think about!" Zhuang Yichen smiled and said.

"I hate it, I hate Brother Yichen the most!" the beautiful girl burst into tears, but he didn't have the slightest intention of chasing.

Zhuang Yichen sat down under the tree again, and soon after heard the sound of the bell ringing. He saw a caravan approaching in the distance, and when he got closer, he set up camp.

"Hey, this is the Qingshou fruit tree! Young man, is this tree yours? I am willing to buy a fruit for 100,000 taels of gold!" an imposing-looking old man got out of the car and asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't sell it!" Zhuang Yichen said lightly, the old man was not determined to increase the price all the way, but Zhuang Yichen was always unmoved.

The old man left disappointed, but the corners of Zhuang Yichen's mouth crossed a sneering smile.

"Is this infinitely close to the level of the Three Realms of the Painting Dao? It's really too bad!" Zhuang Yichen got up, and his figure seemed to slowly become blurred.

Everything presented in this scroll is just beautiful, but there is nothing ugly! Compared to everything encountered in the virtual realm, it can only be regarded as pediatric.

Even if Zhuang Yichen didn't use the power of his ancestors, he could easily break free.

"Damn, his soul and will are so powerful! From the first moment he entered the scroll, he knew that he was in an illusion! He must not be allowed to go like this!" At this time, Gu Xingxing, who was lurking in the scroll and watching, suddenly became anxious.

"Zhuang Yichen, are you guilty!" Suddenly thunder and lightning broke out in the sky, and the surroundings became extremely dark.

The ground began to crack, and from the cracks, countless blood-colored liquids poured out.

Zhuang Yichen's foothold began to slowly concave and became a basin. The blood-colored liquid that gathered from all directions flowed into a river in the blink of an eye.

"What am I guilty of?" Although Zhuang Yichen was submerged in the river of blood, his expression was extremely indifferent.

"You are arrogant and despise the Wei State! Isn't it a crime to fight the battle for the palace without measuring your own strength?" Two huge eyes appeared in the sky, full of huge coercion.

"Gu Xingxing, don't pretend to be a ghost! In my eyes, you are just an incomparably humble existence, so what qualifications do you have to judge me!" Zhuang Yichen laughed.

"This is my world, I want you to be born and live, and if you want to die, you will die!" Gu Xingxing roared angrily, his voice roaring like a god.

"Oh no, Brother Zhuang hasn't come out until now, it's dangerous!" Outside the arena, Li Xuerou said very worriedly.

"Zhuang Yichen will definitely die! Brother Gu, this treasure, even the master is unwilling to enter, let alone a mere saint former martial artist!" Several peak jinshi exchanged heads at this time, very proud.

"This Zhuang Yichen is defeated like this, it's really boring!" The second prince smiled slightly, and deliberately said to Gao Tianci.

"Your Highness, the national strength of the Yan Kingdom is declining, and naturally it cannot be compared with our Great Wei!" Gao Tianci had the idea of abandoning the Seven Princes and taking refuge in the past at this moment.

But he understood that this was impossible! The Gao family and the Seventh Prince were already too deeply bound, and it was not easy to separate at this time.

"Old fellow, don't let go yet!" said the second prince with some dissatisfaction in his heart! From his point of view, he naturally didn't want a powerful martial arts family to deviate from him. If the Gao family really had the courage to take refuge, he wouldn't mind being kinder.

"This Wei envoy is nothing more than that!"

"Yes, what four holy martial artists, it sounds like they are very powerful! In my Wei country, it is just a crowd!"

"It's a joke that you still want to take away my land!" Many people from the Wei State showed cheerful expressions, and these people were naturally fanatical patriots.