After Ling Zheng stepped onto the stage, he only felt that his mind was blank for an instant, and he immediately lost consciousness.

When consciousness returned, he only felt like he had slept for a long time. He slowly opened his eyes, and when he got up, he found himself standing in front of the small cabin where he lived in the middle of the fire door.

Recalling what Xu Liangzi had told him, Ling Zheng knew that this must be an illusion derived from the first formation of the phantom array.

He smiled slightly, remembering that he hadn't been back here for a long time, and he took a step to go in and have a look.

Even if it was an illusion, it should be the real impression of the cabin in my mind, and it seems good to go in and sit for a while.

But before he could take two steps, he suddenly noticed that the door of the cabin had been gently pushed open from the inside. A beautiful woman in a blue dress, with a cold and beautiful face, and a fairy temperament, is trying to get out.

Zhao Yanran?

Ling Zheng looked at the beautiful woman opposite, he really didn't expect to meet her in this illusion. It stands to reason that she would not have come to her little leaky wooden house.

"Senior brother?" After Zhao Yanran saw Ling Zheng, she was stunned for a moment, and then said in a trembling voice: "You're back?"

"That's right. Ling Zheng decided in his heart that Zhao Yanran in front of him was fake, and he had no scruples when he spoke: "I haven't seen you for a long time, senior sister is beautiful again." ”

He was telling the truth, and Zhao Yanran, who heard his words, blushed slightly: "Where have you been all these days?"

Ling Zheng didn't hide it, and told everything he had experienced during this time.

Anyway, it's fake, and if you say it all, it feels a lot better. Now, the one who can make Ling Zheng completely say what he has experienced without reservation is Ning Qianhe, who is the head and tail of the dragon. But Ning Qianhe is very difficult to meet, and it feels good to talk to Zhao Yanran in this fantasy world at this moment.

Everyone is a talker who needs to be listened to. After Ling Zheng said all the things he had been holding back, he only felt a little clear in his heart.

Zhao Yanran, who was identified as an illusion by Ling Zheng, was stunned after hearing Ling Zheng's experience. Especially after hearing Ling Zheng say that he would use hundreds of thousands of second-grade pills to burn the pill again, Zhao Yanran was completely dumbfounded.

Zhao Yanran calmed down her breath and asked softly, "Senior brother, when you see these things, tell me, aren't you afraid that I will leak secrets?"

Are you an illusion and have the ability to leak?

But Ling Zheng didn't say this, but changed his smile and said softly: "I believe in you." ”

Zhao Yanran's pretty face turned even redder.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded in Ling Zheng's ears, and then, all the surrounding qiē disappeared into a blazing white light.

After the white light dissipated, the scene manifested again. This time, Ling Zheng actually saw himself at the entrance of the incinerating crypt.

As before, it was nighttime, and there was no one in the burning crypt.

Ling Zheng secretly said that this illusion formation was really exquisite, and even that familiar blazing was so realistic.

He didn't resist, but just like before, he wanted to follow the development of the illusion.

It's better to drag it out longer. And calculating the time, he is now much stronger than the insect demon Dao person who just entered the formation, and his results are definitely not the worst.

Because his cultivation had already advanced to the Foundation Building Realm, Ling Zheng was familiar with the road all the way, and soon passed through the first seven layers of flame space and came to the eighth layer.

The flames in the eighth layer of flame space were dark green, and when he entered here, Ling Zheng felt a burning pain slightly.

He cleared his throat and yelled, "Red-eyed, are you there?"

Since it's an illusion, then Lao Tzu wants to see if you can imitate the true face of the red-eyed monster.

Thinking like this, Ling Zheng stared at the pitch-black passage leading to the ninth-layer flame space, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the red-eyed monster appear.

"Is the illusion an illusion in the end, if you don't know it at first glance, you simply won't manifest it?" Ling Zheng muttered to himself.

When Ling Zheng was slandering the formation, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly lit up in the pitch-black passage in front of him. The blood-red eyes looked at Ling Zheng, first stunned, and then full of doubt.

Ling Zheng looked at the pair of red eyes in the passage with some surprise, because he believed that he was in an illusion at the moment, and said unashamedly: "Hey, hey, red-eyed monster, you get out of here." You beat Lao Tzu before, this time let Lao Tzu beat you too, I said formation, give face, let me beat him, okay?"

There was a hint of laughter and suddenness in the red eyes of the red-eyed monster, and he looked at Ling Zheng like an idiot.

Ling Zheng saw that the red-eyed monster looked down on people, so he immediately hooked his fingers and said with a smile: "Come out for Lao Tzu, let Lao Tzu beat you up too?"

The red-eyed monster didn't talk nonsense.

The turquoise flames in the eighth layer of flame space seemed to be manipulated by some kind of force, and they instantly converged together, condensing into a thick flame arm, grabbing Ling Zheng and dragging him into the passage.

Ling Zheng didn't expect the red-eyed monster to say that he would do it, and secretly thought that he was already very aggrieved to be beaten in reality, and if he was beaten in the illusion, he would not be able to draw it.

"Hey, formation, is it okay to change the scene......?"

Maybe he hadn't been beaten for a long time, but when he suddenly experienced this feeling of being ravaged by fists and feet again, Ling Zheng only felt heartache.

Half an hour later, Ling Zheng, who was beaten like a dead dog, was thrown out of the passage by the red-eyed monster.

"What the is this donkey grass bird formation. ”

Ling Zheng's ability to restore fù was extremely strong, and this kind of flesh injury was only a matter of time later. He stood up scolding, and saw that the red eyes of the red-eyed monster were still quietly staring at him in the passage, a little helpless.

The two looked at each other for a cup of tea, and Ling Zheng heard a sigh from the red-eyed monster.

Ling Zheng was a little surprised, remembering that in the sixteen years he had been in the Burning Flame Gate, he had never heard any sound from the red-eyed monster except for being beaten.

After that, Ling Zheng felt a burning pain in his body, and the next moment, the surroundings were once again enveloped by a blazing white light.

The next moment, Ling Zheng saw a scene that he was very impressed and extremely familiar with.

He felt like he was standing in the sky, and he could even feel the subtle touch of the clouds passing around his body.

He looked subconsciously into the distance.

I saw that in the sky in the distance, there was a huge portal, which was engraved with dense lines and flashes of various colors.

Ling Zheng remembered that he had seen this door twice, and the thought of pushing it open rose in his heart.

He had a strange feeling that behind that door, there seemed to be something particularly important to him.

Ling Zheng wanted to approach the door and subconsciously flew in the air, but found that the space around him seemed to be frozen, obviously looking empty, but he felt as if he had been cast into an iron lump, unable to move.

He wanted to summon magic weapons such as the Xuan Wen Pen and the Phantom Magic Mirror to clear the way for himself, but after Lingjue looked at the dantian, he found that all his magic weapons had disappeared, and only the black ancient mirror was still the same as before, hovering around the true yuan magic ball of the dantian.

Ling Zheng's mind moved, and he wanted to try to summon the black ancient mirror.

But what made Ling Zheng feel a little strange was that the black ancient mirror was not affected by that kind of spatial solidification, and after being summoned by Ling Zheng, it quietly coiled around Ling Zheng's body.

"I want to go there, can you help?" Ling Zheng asked tentatively, looking at the black ancient mirror.

The black ancient mirror seemed to understand Ling Zheng's words, and after shaking it twice, after trembling slightly, a deep black light erupted from its interior.

After that, the black light condensed into a narrow path at Ling Zheng's feet, leading to the front of the gate.

The feeling of being imprisoned disappeared in an instant, and Ling Zheng, led by the black ancient mirror, stepped on this path made of black light, and walked towards the gate that was carved with complex patterns and flashed with various colors.

The distance between Ling Zheng and the gate seemed to be not far, but when he walked, he walked for nearly an hour.

When Ling Zheng stood in front of that gate, he found that his hair had become snow-white, and his skin had become extremely wrinkled, as if his vitality had been lost extremely severely in the past nearly an hour.

He subconsciously wanted to push the door open, but after pressing his hands on the door, no matter how hard he pushed, the door did not move.

Ling Zheng was helpless, looked at the black ancient mirror again, and asked, "Is there a way to help me get it open?"

The black mirror turned left and right, as if shaking its head.

Seeing this, Ling Zheng sighed, and then turned his gaze to the door.

"Since I can't push it away, then I smash it with my fist, it should have some effect, right?"

This idea suddenly popped up in Ling Zheng's heart, and it felt feasible.

As a result, his spiritual sense hooked the True Yuan Magic Ball in his body, and after that, he manipulated all the non-attribute True Yuan in it to condense towards his right fist.

"Buzz!"

After all the attributeless true elements were condensed on his right fist, Ling Zheng suddenly felt that this piece of heaven and earth seemed to tremble violently. For some reason, an extreme irritability suddenly surged in his heart.

After turning his gaze to the gate, the next moment, Ling Zheng's fist, which had completely turned silver, slammed into the gate with a terrifying wind whistle.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the gate collapsed in an instant, and cracks appeared.

After those cracks appeared, they began to extend continuously, and soon, they spread to the entire world.

Ling Zheng seemed to hear a voice roaring. The next moment, the whole world shattered.

In that fragmented scene, Ling Zheng seemed to see many different selves.

After that, he lost consciousness.

After a while, he stared blankly at Ling Zheng, who suddenly appeared on the formation platform and was unconscious at the moment, and his mind was blank.

When Ling Zheng appeared on the formation platform just now, he felt that Ling Zheng had most likely failed to break the formation. However, after Ling Zheng swung out that silver fist, he found that the formation patterns on the cyan formation platform began to break one by one after suddenly bursting bright.

After a while, all the formation patterns on the cyan formation platform disappeared, and another completely different formation pattern emerged.

"That kid punched and shattered the first weight of this formation?" Breaking the Formation looked at the unconscious Ling Zheng and muttered to himself.

And the white girl, who had already woken up, saw this scene and showed an extremely bright and beautiful smile.