A beautiful dreamlike spirit that floats above the abyss of fire and lava.

Around her, there was a circle of strong men with serious faces and imposing spirits.

Holding a double-edged battle axe and a fierce Mohican with long hair on his head, the orc powerhouse Blood Sea War Pig roared angrily, and the knotted muscles emerged into a knotted blood totem, and the boiling blood qi rose like essence wolf smoke, rushing up at night, as if trying to pierce the sky.

The werewolf sword saint with two swords, white temples, and a brilliant brilliance that others could not guess appeared in his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and the void of one sword and one sword was suspended, and the invisible sword blade storm had filled the void, cutting black twisted cracks in the void.

The short-haired girl in charge of the thunder, her hands clenched weakly, the endless thunder and electric light converged with it as the core, and the blazing white plasma current even completely submerged her figure, leaving only a blazing white figure condensed by countless thunder lights.

The boy with the power of a golden hero suddenly transformed into a monstrous and furious giant, and the unparalleled shockwave spread around it, sweeping through the entire space like a supernova explosion.

Knights, warriors, warriors, warriors with melee combat as their main means formed the first circle of siege formations around the elves suspended in the void.

And on the periphery of the first circle of warriors, the god-killers who hold the power of god-killers; The dragoons, with deep eye sockets, high noses, and a strong dragon breath flowing from their bodies, formed the battle line of the second circle.

In the outermost part, seven legendary mages, wizards, and warlocks spread out from afar, chanting incantations and unleashing the power of their earth-shattering power.

Surrounded by dreamlike elves, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and their expressions are calm.

An incomparably powerful force is unleashed around them. The earth beneath his feet groaned under the weight of power, and the rain of fire in the sky evaporated under the majestic force. As far as the eye could see, the space within a radius of hundreds of miles even began to burst under the immense power that was constantly being released, and the cracks extending from the boundary of the plane were as easily distorted as noodles. Clusters of different forces condensed, reflecting the originally colorful sky in a colorful way, like a child's graffiti, with all kinds of strange smells.

Storms, lightning, hail, thunderstorms, rainbows, hurricanes, all kinds of natural phenomena come out of thin air, and the collision of forces brings a kind of apocalyptic madness.

The powerful is the meeting point of the fantastic elf in the air, and such a powerful attack, even if the super strong are in it, they will be crushed and shattered in an instant, and they will not survive.

However, the truth is completely opposite, even if many strong people have a tacit understanding to gather power, trying to directly break this artificially created illusion with the power that instantly surpasses the load of the illusion.

But it backfired, despite the turmoil, despite the turmoil, despite the turmoil, even though everything in this illusion was affected by the power they unleashed. But they still couldn't get out of this illusion, and in the face of their combined power, the dreamlike spirit could still calmly gain the upper hand. Is this incredible?

"What is real and what is unreal?"

The dreamlike elf cloud was suspended in the air lightly, smiling and asking the powerhouses: "What is the difference between the experience of the dream and your reality?" What do love, friendship, adventure, family, faith, justice, evil, ferocity, cruelty, tenderness, and even life itself have in common in reality and fiction? ”

In the face of the questions of the dreamlike elves, no strong people tried to answer, and all their energy was focused on improving their strength and trying to break through the limits of this illusion. They are all strong men who have experienced a hundred battles, and they naturally know that the most important law of fighting in the realm of a strong man's illusion is to never follow in the footsteps of the other party.

However, no matter how hard these strong men tried, how much they urged their power, and how they used secret methods, they could not get rid of this illusion.

This illusion is obviously dominated by the will of some elf, but it is like a real world, no matter what kind of power they exert, this world can give a reaction and feedback exactly like reality, and there is no trace of the illusion being unreal.

"The former Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly, self-metaphor for the ambition and, I don't know Zhou. Oh Ran Jue, then Qi Qi Ran Zhou also. I don't know that Zhou's dream is a butterfly, and a butterfly's dream is Zhou's? ”

The dreamlike elves ignored the resistance of the many powerful people around them, and just faintly chanted a passage they couldn't understand. Then he said: "The reason why people perceive the world is because they have five senses, such as hearing, touch, taste, sight, and smell, to perceive the world, to understand the world, and to contact the world. However, if a person's sense of hearing, touch, taste, sight, smell, and all other senses are truncated by people, and information is artificially controlled and inputted, then is the world perceived by this person real or illusory? ”

"A strong person who has mastered extraordinary power may have more means of perception than mortals, but there is not much difference in essence! Just like now, how can you get out of this dream after the world you touch with your fighting spirit, the world that your spiritual power touches, the world that your intuition touches, and even the reaction of the realm built by the laws you have mastered to collide with the world, everything is under my control? ”

The dreamlike elf said so, of course, the elf at this moment is not the queen of the forest, but the power and will of Dugu Feng. The consciousness and power that descended on the Elven Queen with the help of séance was even stronger than that of Princess Alphnia, who was lurking from the gaze of the Lord God of the Heavenly Realm.

The real and the unreal are an interesting dialectical question. The brain in the jar is also a thought experiment that has plagued countless people!

The so-called Tao is natural, the world has its own appearance, but because different individuals have different scopes and contents of contact and perception of the world, the concept of reality and illusion is born in contrast.

To the awakened person, the dream is illusory, to the player outside the game, the game is illusory, to the reader outside the book, the story in the book is illusory, and to the audience under the stage, the stage is unreal...... However, these illusory concepts are relative after all.

If one day, after the existence of the illusory can enter the real world, can the illusory story still be said to be illusory? The gods of the Azure World, after being sealed by the Sage Civilization and historical myths, are actually just illusory myths and stories for the people of the Azure World.

But when they come out of the myth of history, they have real authority and power, which cannot be considered illusory.

The brain in the vat, the belief in mythology, the line between the real and the unreal is so blurred. Just like Dugu Feng now, she completely covered the knowledge, insight, and comprehension of strength and laws of all the strong people, and easily created an illusion that they couldn't break at all.

This is the comprehensive crushing of the main god-level existence against the mortal powerhouses, and there is no need to even fight, as long as a small illusion, these people can be trapped forever and so on.

"Hmph, bullshit, Lao Tzu only recognizes strength!"

The fierce orc warrior roared angrily, and the boiling blood qi was frantically injected into the double-edged battle axe, and then slashed fiercely at Dugu Feng.

The desolate horn sounded in the world, boiling blood, and the wild roar of ten thousand beasts rushed. The strongest warrior of the orc clan, like an ancient fierce beast that came out of the ancient wilderness, carried a savage aura of fighting heaven and earth towards Dugu Feng fiercely.

Those who can come here are the only top powerhouses on the mainland. Just this axe seems to contain the brave life of an orc warrior fighting the heavens and the earth. Fight the beasts, fight the kindred, fight the monsters, fight the storms, fight the heavens and the earth, fight the famine and the misery...... The life of an orc living in the Great Wilderness is a tragic life of fighting the heavens and the earth.

And in such an environment, the orc warriors who have been tempered and constantly broken through are the most brave and powerful warriors on the continent!

However, such martial arts, such fighting spirit, such a life, and such a burning are meaningless in front of Dugufeng.

"I don't know if it's true or not, it's all ants!"

In the faint words, Dugu Feng stretched out a palm and pressed it on the blood-colored battle axe without the slightest smoke and fire.

The palms of the elves are slender and white, like green onions, and they are weak.

The savage battle axe, cold and hard, under the injection of crazy fighting energy, one by one the totem runes lit up, the blood color of the lines jumped like pulse blood vessels, and the imprints of the totem and the lines of the blood were harmoniously integrated, forming a powerful picture of ten thousand beasts roaring and tearing the heavens and the earth.

However, such a hard, strong, and powerful battle axe left a clear and obvious handprint under the press of Qianqianyu's palm.

The attack of the orc warriors only sounded the horn of the attack of many strong men. However, in the stormy joint attack of the powerful men, Dugu Feng was like a leisurely stroll, and with a gesture, all the attacks were eliminated.

"All the past is false!"

A palm left a deep palm print on the epic divine soldier that had been inherited by the orc clan for 10,000 years, and then, with a backhand, Dugu Feng pulled the warrior of the orc clan into a deeper dream.

The white horse passes through the gap, and it is a hundred years old.

In this dream, the warrior of the orcs is having a glorious and glorious life, his experiences are overwritten, and his memories are tampered with. He was an ordinary farmer, a farmer on the verge of starvation all the time, and he was constantly fighting against fate, but fate always led everything to the most unfavorable situation.