"That's because they can't beat themselves!" The sub-name said inscrutablely.

"Can't beat yourself?? What does this mean?? Ling Yan frowned slightly, and asked with a puzzled face....

"That's because, the guardians of the ninth layer are actually themselves, and the objects to be killed by the ninth layer are their inner demons, themselves, a complete and true self, if they don't understand themselves, are confused about themselves, and don't know anything about themselves, it will never be possible for them to pass through the ninth layer, so they are defeated!"

"If it's such an opponent, once defeated, I'm afraid it will benefit a lot!" Ling Yan said.

"You don't have to go."

"Why!" Ling Yan asked strangely.

"Because you don't have to go...."

......

......

picked up a cheap master, and also got a helper from the immortal monarch, this time, Ling Yan can be regarded as a real benefit.

With his help, Ling Yan directly jumped into the tenth layer, which also saved Ling Yan a lot of trouble.

Regarding the understanding of the tenth layer of the illusion, Ling Yan actually didn't understand it thoroughly, because, in addition to killing all the way, what did he get? ?

Even if he was standing on the tenth floor of the illusion realm, Ling Yan couldn't feel the uniqueness of this place.

The words of the sub-name echoed in his mind, and it lit a light for Ling Yan.

"Deeply understand the illusion, and travel alone with the Tao."

Fantasy is not a dream, the two are completely different, a dream is a dream of one person, and a dream is a dream of a group of people.

In fact, what I have entered is just a dream that contains a little truth, which contains murderous intentions, and also covers many demagogic phenomena, which make people lose and can't distinguish who is who, who is called whom, and who is whom.

As soon as he entered the tenth floor, his nose was filled with a smell full of killing aura, Ling Yan felt as if he was forced into a dream by this cold aura, countless nightmares, frantically chasing after him.

Surrounded by a hall full of red light, a huge hall, but this hall is formed by the accumulation of white bones, extremely miserable, the smell of blood in the air is rich and disgusting, Ling Yanqiang pressed his heart, looking around, those walls are still dripping with blood, and the walls stained red by blood are still depicted with spiral lines.

Ling Yan held the (drizzle) sword, motionless, and looked around quietly.

"It's so murderous, it looks like the magic weapon to kill the gods is here!" The Dementor General said solemnly.

"But the ground was full of dry bones, and there was blood all around, and it seemed that these were all caused by that magic weapon! My lord, I'm afraid that the magic weapon of killing gods can't be easily controlled! ”

Fei Lian Shen said.

That's the magic weapon of an ancient giant, Ling Yan's methods are not bad, but he is still only a heavenly immortal, how can he control the magic weapon of killing gods? I'm afraid that if I touch it, I will fall.

Ling Yan nodded, his gaze looking ahead.

At the end of the temple there is a tight door. Closed gate, the gate is surrounded by a circle of golden talismans, the talisman is circular, revolving around the gate, and inside the gate, vaguely, there can be a sound mixed with brilliance, as if in the dark, something is calling for itself.

"I'm afraid that door is the door to the end of the world!"

"The killing god is imprisoned in Yingxia Tianya, my lord, we'd better not go, after all, Yingxia Tianya is a super strong area under countless giants, I'm afraid we won't be able to step in!"

Fei Lian said urgently.

"Hehe, don't worry, I have no plans to go to Yingxia Tianya for the time being!"

Ling Yan smiled lightly and said, "However, the god-killing magic weapon is really easy to find!" ”

Ling Yan walked slowly towards the door.

"Your Excellency, could it be that you have found a magic weapon to kill the gods??" The Dementor General and Fei Lian were stunned at the same time, and hurriedly said.

Ling Yan didn't reply, but stood a few feet away from the gate, quietly looking at the ground, the place where the white bones had accumulated into a mountain.

I don't know how long these miserable white bones have been dead, but we can know that they are all here to take this magic weapon.

Ling Yan waved his hand lightly, and the (drizzle) sword in his hand swung out a burst of sword qi, blowing away all the white bones around him.

Suddenly, the white bones moved away, revealing a crimson ground, and several dark red and black, with beautiful lines, full of killing intent, and extremely cold magic weapons, were exposed in Ling Yan's eyes.

It was a pair of boots, and there was blood dripping from the boots, full of murderous intent, and the boots with red light in the darkness fell to the ground scatteredly, as if there was a fierce light.

And not far from the boots, there is a light armor, the light armor is still red and black, but the killing intent is not strong, and next to the light armor, there is a glove, indeed, it is one, Ling Yan does not know the whereabouts of the other one.

But none of this seems to be the point, because it is not these that are the most murderous and cold, but the tattered blood-colored mask that is gently placed on top of the soft armor.

Its appearance deeply attracted Ling Yan's attention.

It was only half of the mask, which could only cover about one-third of the face, from the forehead to the eyes, to the nose and mouth, only half of it was left, as if it had been torn apart.

These magic weapons are not all god-killing magic weapons, because many god-killing magic weapons have been circulated or lost and destroyed, just like Lehi's Shadow Escape, isn't it torn from the shadow escape's clothes? And the shadow of the flowing clothes is one of the weapons of this god-killing god. Although there are only four pieces here, these existences, if people get them, are enough to ascend to the sky in one step!

Ling Yan looked at the tattered half of the mask with a loud voice, and the heat in his eyes was extremely intense.

He's not mortal, and he knows what that thing means.

That is what countless people in the outer heavens dream of, that is the reliance of the God of Killing with his own strength to fight the giants of the Quartet alone, and that is also the means to step into the realm of eternal life.

Ling Yan looked at the mask in a daze, as if a voice was agitating him in his ears.

"Put it on, take it, you are the strongest, let's join hands and conquer the whole world!"

The sonorous and powerful voice was like a magic sound, lingering back and forth in Ling Yan's ears.

Not only Ling Yan, but also the eyes of the Dementor General and Fei Lian also burned up one by one, but Ling Yan's evil shadow fell aside peacefully...

"Conquer the whole world??"

Ling Yan muttered softly, the heat in his eyes suddenly turned, and a clear heart warmth gradually crossed his body, and that warmth came from the wooden token that the sub-name gave to Ling Yan on his waist.

Ling Yan was a little sober, but in an instant, a sharp sword mixed with a powerful and inexplicable killing intent erupted towards Ling Yan's back in vain.