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An old male voice sounded on Lin Xin's side.

He turned his head to look, obviously covered by his hallucinatory force field, but the other party was not affected at all.

Bright eyes are as pure and bright as stars.

It's hard to imagine a human being with such pure and brilliant eyes.

This is an old man with a gray beard.

Looking at the age, maybe eighty or ninety years old, maybe more than that.

"Young man, your illusion martial arts are very powerful! ”

The old man said in admiration.

"My eldest disciple has reached the top level of the martial arts family, but he still can't even get close to here.

Originally, he was going to challenge you. ”

"Who are you?"

Lin Xin wondered.

"I'm Bai Zhuo. ”

"Bai Zhuo?Dust Martial Dao?" Lin Xin squinted, and finally, a role of sufficient weight finally came out.

The world was too boring for him.

Even if he didn't use his attribute points, his realm and level, as well as his massive knowledge reserves, allowed him to easily reach a height that the Ten Illusion Stream Sect Masters couldn't imagine.

As a result, he doesn't even know how strong he is now.

Because all the people he met around him, all the so-called masters and strong people, were vulnerable in front of him.

"Master.... It couldn't have come at a better time. Lin Xin showed a flat smile.

Bai Zhuo pinched a small braid made of white beard in his hand, and looked at Lin Xin while playing with it casually.

"Martial artist? Your Celestial Arena is no longer a simple martial artist....

Originally, I thought you were just an ordinary top martial artist, but I didn't expect it, and when I saw it with my own eyes, I couldn't think of it at all. ”

There was a hint of interest in his eyes, and it was the first time he had such a strong interest in something after living for so long.

"What level have you reached? Can you tell me? I can tell that you are not a master, but even the aura of your own martial arts is so well hidden..."

Bai Zhuo asked seriously.

"What level?" Lin Xin was stumped. "I don't know how strong I am, because no one around me, or other sect leaders, can make a second move in my hands. ”

He thought for a moment and replied seriously.

"If I could, I would also like to know how strong I really am. ”

Bai Zhuo was choked by this answer, and he was speechless for a while.

"I have to say, your answer is really annoying..."

"Really?" Lin Xin also wanted to see what level of strength the strength of the martial artists corresponded to when the Ten Illusion Streams reached the eighth level and reached the height of the eighth sense.

The master in front of him is the best litmus test.

"Ask again, are you sure you want to stop me from entering?" Lin Xin looked at Bai Zhuo carefully.

"A word of caution, the move is so powerful that even I am afraid of myself when I move it. ”

Bai Zhuo's skin twitched, this is no longer looking for a beating, but the level of a violent beating.

"Come on, let me see how powerful it is! I've lived for so long, and I've never seen a move that scares me!"

Lin Xin was speechless, this old man couldn't understand a joke, it was rare for him to say a witty remark, but he didn't expect to play the piano to the cow.

After comprehending the Ninth Sense Fur before, he obviously felt that all the tricks of his unphased reincarnation had been greatly improved.

And what surprised him even more was that even the Taishang September Divine Wind Sword seemed to have been affected and increased.

Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with that direction. ”

Lin Xin had an answer in his heart.

The last sword, the sword of mercy, according to the mental law, is self-pity.

Then he himself is already almost invincible to the entire universe, wealth, power, everything, he has.

What else is there to be sorry for?

Or that he is at such a height, only he has mercy on others, and no one is qualified to pity him.

If you want to comprehend this sword, perhaps it is still the soul at all.

The cultivation in the direction of the spiritual soul is what he needs to do the most.

Therefore, his cultivation of the Ten Illusion Streams this time is the direction of pure spiritual illusion.

A series of thoughts flashed through his thoughts, Lin Xin came back to his senses, and the old man on the side had already reached out and took out a black bead.

Bai Zhuo's palm held the bead in his hand, and a stream of gray yellow sand surged around the bead and began to rotate around the dust.

"My move can be called the heart of breaking the dust. ”

The voice fell.

Lin Xin suddenly felt that all the air around him was squeezing towards him.

It was as if there were countless sharp glass shards in the air, rapidly cutting around his body.

The other party was not affected by his hallucinatory celestial field, and found his position extremely accurately as soon as he made a move.

This kind of opponent is the most terrifying for illusion martial artists.

Their strongest hallucinatory method, after being dismantled by the other party, has no other way to resist.

"Illusion warriors, the saddest thing is that they have nothing but illusion. Bai Zhuo sighed regretfully.

"My trick of breaking the dust is a means of ignoring illusions.

It is not controlled by me, but indiscriminately urges qi and force fields, condensing all the dust around it to form a weapon, destroying everything larger than a centimeter in diameter. ”

"So, whatever hallucinations you have, all I need to do is let go of the Broken Heart, and then everything is no longer under my control. ”

This move is a special move developed by Bai Zhuo against the opponent of the illusion system.

As a master, the most significant feature is that he can integrate the principles of martial arts he has mastered, and then use the situational environment to design targeted response methods.

"We have nothing but hallucinations. Lin Xin laughed. This sentence should say that with illusion, we have everything. ”

He held out his hand suddenly.

The five fingers opened, and a gray white light flashed in the palm of the hand.

If it is said before, before he meets the Imperial Shadow again, he may not be able to solve this trick.

But now it's different.

The remnants of the original realm have become his biggest means of interfering with reality.

"Stripped of the Origin. ”

In an instant, all the images around Lin Xin and Bai Zhuo were shattered.

The space is like a shattered mirror, shattered into countless pieces in the blink of an eye, and collapses.

All the dust that stabbed Lin Xin also fell into a strange space in the blink of an eye.

Bai Zhuo's eyes were full of flowers, his body sank, and by the time he reacted, he was already standing in a sea of blood-colored flowers.

It is surrounded by an endless sea of red flowers.

The sea of blood-colored flowers stretches all the way to the intersection of heaven and earth as far as the eye can see.

The sky was a thick gray cloud.

"Here it is..."

Bai Zhuo's pupils shrank.

How many years, how many years has he not entered the illusion again.

Since he entered the martial arts family, he has developed a new trick to combat illusion, and he has never fallen into illusion so completely since then.

"Do you think this is an illusion?" Lin Xin emerged from the sea of flowers in the distance.

"Isn't it?"

Bai Zhuo was not panicked, as a master, he had already experienced countless illusion battles, but he was just surprised that Lin Xinneng had pulled him into the illusion now.

After all, he is now a master-level, star-destroying level of strength.

Once in hand, the horror is powerful enough to tear any illusion apart and destroy it.

Lin Xin slowly pulled out his sword, this was the Origin Realm, an illusory space that belonged to his control.

It is both present and non-existent.

Everything here is completely controlled by Lin Xin.

The Primordial Realm is like a seed parasitic in the universe of the world.

It grows by absorbing the cognition of life.

As long as someone thinks it exists, understands and knows that it exists, it will be nourished.

This is a special individual created by Lin Xin using the ultimate essence he has comprehended.

Even he had only inadvertently created this strange space.

"This is the Primordial Realm. ”

Lin Xin walked towards Bai Zhuo step by step.

The surrounding sea of flowers automatically separates to the sides as if they were alive.

Here, Lin Xin can control everything, all elements, all matter, all energy, and even all rules.

"Ash!"

Bai Zhuo slammed into action.

Large patches of yellow sand and dust flew out behind him, covering the surrounding area in all directions.

Wherever the dust went, all the flowers withered, dried, and drained of all water. Turned into black petals and floated down.

"It's useless. Lin Xin raised his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Bai Zhuo.

"The Ninth Sense of Reincarnation: Void World ......"

Call...

A gray mist also drifted out with the tip of the sword, and quickly spread out in all directions.

Yellow and gray instantly converged, but to Bai Zhuo's surprise, there was no intersection between the two at all.

The gray mist flew directly onto him.

As if the yellow dust did not exist.

A strange feeling of weakness welled up from the depths of my heart.

Bai Zhuo's expression was distorted, but he couldn't find where this feeling of weakness came from.

The strength in his body is still there, his mental power is also there, and his body is not damaged in the slightest.

But I just feel that there is something extremely important and indispensable in my body, which is rapidly dissipating.

"Have you seen the nature of the world?"

Lin Xin had already walked in front of him at this time, his expression was slightly lonely.

"The nature of the world?" Bai Zhuo already knew that he had kicked the iron plate at this time.

This illusion is not like an illusion, nor is it like a martial will.

It's more like a celestial world that only masters have.

He actually has a celestial world, but it is far less real than the one in front of him at this time.

"What the hell is this illusion...?"

Bai Zhuo had actually tried five or six different methods to break the illusion at this time, but none of them worked.

He finally panicked a little.

But as a master, the will of martial arts is far stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, and he quickly stabilized his emotions.

Lin Xin also roughly determined his strength level at this time.

Trapping a white burn made him a little struggling at this time.

This seems to be his limit.

After all, Bai Zhuo's strength level is time to destroy the star, and he can cause a permanent destruction blow to the ecological environment and natural geography of the entire planet with a random move.

Such an existence will naturally not be so simple to deal with the past.

"When I touch my current limit and get the little answer I want to pursue, then this farce should come to an end. ”

Lin Xin didn't make another move, but gently withdrew the blade, and the whole person slowly disappeared into the sea of flowers.

When he reappeared, there was no one in front of him to stop him.

The white burn is gone.

He was sealed in the Primordial Realm.