Naranzhe stood on the position blanket, his heart surging.

The illusion competition that belongs to him is about to start, and at this time, he suddenly has infinite confidence, and he knows that he will definitely be able to enter the final of the illusion group.

It's not that he has taken any elixirs such as bear's heart and leopard gall or confidence-boosting medicine, but it is really because he has a reliable teammate standing next to him.

What better teammate in the world than a lover?

In particular, the lover is also a visionary!

"In the martial arts competition, you cover me, it seems that feng shui takes turns, this time I cover you. Leng Yu Shi smiled, looking at Nalan Zhe with rolling eyes, she tasted the taste of love for the first time, and only then did she know that people in love would be so happy.

Looking into Nalan Zhe's eyes, she would forget all the misfortunes and sorrows, although only for a short time, but it was enough.

"I don't know if my braggart lady is so powerful?" Nalan Zhe teased the cold poem, squinting his eyes with a smile.

"Who was the shoulder injury that was unbearable, and he kept yelling to see my eyes?" Leng Yushi looked up at the sky, and seemed to really can't remember who that person was at the beginning.

"Don't laugh, your current body, you can cope with this kind of competition, you will be fine. Nalan Zhe looked at Leng Yushi tenderly and asked with concern.

"For you're a try. ”

This sentence, Leng Yushi moved his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, but through the shape of his mouth, Nalan Zhe still understood it, and for a moment, he suddenly felt romantic to death.

......

The game began, and Nalan Zhe and Leng Yushi stood side by side, meeting the unknown challenge together.

Because there is a cold poem to suppress the array. Naranzhe has nothing to worry about. There is no thought about leaving room for defense. As soon as you come up, you will do your best to suppress people first!

- Dream Skill: Blood Siren King!Attribute: Soul System!Level: Level 6!

Naranzhe was constantly consuming his spiritual power while admiring his masterpiece.

Within the reach of his vision, a sea of red, red as blood, appeared.

The sea was extremely calm, there was not even a ripple, and it was eerily calm.

Naranzhe could see the expressions of the illusionists standing on the blanket, nervous. was a little inexplicable, he couldn't say what he was doing, he was a little excited in his heart, and at the same time whispered in his heart: "Don't worry, the show is about to be staged!"

"Boom!"

On the blood-red sea, there was a sudden loud sound like an explosion, and then, an incredible scene happened!

A huge octopus-like monster emerged from the bottom of the sea, it was so big, almost half the size of the thunder sound platform!

"Whoa—whoa—"

The sea beast let out a loud roar. Then he extended his tentacles to the illusionist who was standing on the blanket.

"Ah, it's a sea octopus! Don't catch me!"

"Get out of here, you dead octopus, ah!"

An illusionist watched his head be swallowed up by the suction cups on the tentacles of the sea octopus, and before he could scream, he felt a burst of suffocation, his eyes went black, and he fell straight down.

The referee quickly arranged for the paramedics to carry the illusionist down.

On the other side, an illusionist felt that he was tightly clamped by the tentacles of the sea octopus, and it became tighter and tighter, almost unable to breathe, although he knew that it was just an illusion, he still had a feeling of dying, and when his consciousness was gradually blurred, he actually shouted two words: "Support!"

However, in the illusion group competition, there is no such thing as "support", either you fall down, or you step down from the position mat and shout "support" and no one pays attention to you.

"Support...... Support ......"

The cries for help grew weaker and weaker, and finally, the illusionist fell limply.

Of course, there are also conscious illusionists, when they feel that they can't resist, they will cleverly step out of the position blanket, at this time, the referee will arrange for someone to carry them off the thunder platform as soon as possible.

Nalan Zhe looked at his illusion technique, the surging in his heart was indescribable, he continued to strengthen the effect of the illusion, he didn't think about the consumption of mental power at all, he just wanted to use it all at once, but, strangely, his spiritual power didn't seem to have decreased much.

The effect of the illusion became stronger and stronger, and even Nalan Zhe himself was a little scared, afraid that the stupid octopus would admit his mistake and eat him.

Strange, what's going on, when did my dream technique turn out to be so powerful!

Just wondering, Nalan Zhe suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look, and sure enough-

It turned out that it wasn't his dream skills that were powerful, but Leng Yushi was helping, and Leng Yushi put an illusion with the same level and attributes as Nalan Zhe, constantly strengthening the effect of Nalan Zhe's illusion.

That is, this is a "joint illusion"!

At this time, the sound of the illusionist falling to the ground and vomiting was constantly heard around, and some people didn't know what they had eaten, and the vomit smelled particularly bad, disgusting and pungent.

There are even people who have incontinence!

Nalan Zhe was stunned, which shows how strong Leng Yushi's illusion technique is!

At this time, Nalan Zhe was thinking wildly, thinking that if he married Leng Yushi in the future, if he made her angry, would he use illusion to rectify himself.

Thinking of this, Nalan Zhe smiled sweetly.

At this time, the whistle blew, which meant that the first round of the game was over.

Nalan Zhe stopped his illusion, looked left and right, and was immediately surprised, there were less than twenty people who could successfully pass the first round!

It seems promising to finish the game in two rounds!

However, the cold poem dispelled Nalan Zhe's thoughts.

"Xiao Zhe, don't make a move in the second round, just defend, this is a good opportunity to exercise, don't miss it, I will help you when you can't do it, but you must come on!"

Nalan Zhe nodded, he really wanted to improve his illusion resistance, Bingyue Zuo Jiaming's words still rang in his ears from time to time, he didn't want to be looked down on like this anymore.

The second round has begun!

Leng Yushi really stopped attacking, just stood quietly to defend, and Nalan Zhe also defended with his heart, but fortunately, he felt that he still had a lot of spiritual power. I guess I can top it for a while.

But things always go in unexpected directions!

Naranzhe soon sensed something was wrong. Turn your head to look. The cold language poem is gone!

And in the position of the cold poem, it turned out to be-

"Ah!!h

Nalan Zhe couldn't help but shout, because in the position of the cold poem, it turned out to be Beichuan Jin!

Kitagawa Jin, who is already dead!

I saw that the corners of Beichuan Jin's mouth were constantly oozing blood, his nostrils were bleeding, and even his eyes were constantly dripping blood, and the terrifying thing was that he was actually laughing!

"Naranzhe. Don't try to escape this time, I'll kill you, bite off every piece of your flesh, drink every drop of your blood, gnaw off every bone of yours, and take your life, Naranzhe!"

"Xiao Zhe, take a deep breath, calm down, it's an illusion. Concentrate quickly!"

There seemed to be a familiar voice in the sky, whose voice was it? Nalan Zhe thought for a long time before he remembered. It seems to be the voice of Sister Shi.

Strange, who is Sister Shi?

Why do I remember this name in my head?

Who am I?

How did I end up here?

And who is this scary guy on the other side?

Why is he looking at me and laughing?

Strange, I was still playing a game just now!

Xu Bo, by the way, Xu Bo is going to commit suicide, and then I'm going to save him!

And then...... I was pulled down the stairs by Xu Bo!

The building is so high, I must have fallen to my death!

But shouldn't death be hell?

No, no, I'm in a strange place.

I can't see it, but I can hear it, it's a beautiful voice.

By the way, it's the eldest sister, the eldest sister, why is the eldest sister gone!

Nalan Zhe only felt that his head hurt to death, and his thoughts were all confused.

Nalan Zhe suddenly realized that his eyes were dark again, and he seemed to have returned to his invisible childhood.

Then, all of a sudden, the black turned red, and it was blood!

Nalan Zhe saw the blood and saw the appearance of the eldest sister, this was the first time he saw the eldest sister, and the last time he saw the eldest sister.

The eldest sister was bleeding all over, Nalan Zhe was crying, he didn't know what to do, he was helpless like a child.

The eldest sister's mouth was moving, but Nalan Zhe couldn't hear anything, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and Nalan Zhe wanted to die in pain.

Suddenly, the red color disappeared and was replaced by a blue sky, and fresh air, and the smell of oranges in the air, and not far away, a beautiful girl, beckoning to him.

"Xiao Zhe, do you feel better, you were great just now, you lasted so long, don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

It's a cold poem!

Nalan Zhe shook his head vigorously, returned to reality, opened his eyes, and first saw Leng Yushi's knowing smile.

"The second round has just ended, and the final round is about to be played. Leng Yushi smiled sweetly, "You take a few deep breaths, look at your pale face, and leave it to me for the next one." ”

"If you hadn't helped me in time, I wouldn't have been able to do it, my illusion resistance is still poor. Naranzhe shook his head a little unpleasantly.

"Where, you're already very powerful, just now, it's not a dream technique, it's an illusion technique, I almost fell into it. Leng Yushi pursed his lips and said.

"Ah, it's an illusion technique! besides you, are there other illusion masters here?" Nalan Zhe said in surprise.

"Yes, No, it's the old man. Leng Yushi pointed not far away with his eyes, and when Nalan Zhe saw it, he suddenly felt bad.

"Is there any mistake, these are all fossil-level old men, what are you fighting for, you are already ten elders of Shuiyun!" Nalan Zhe vomited in his heart, looking depressed.

The old man looked to be at least eighty years old, so old that his face was full of wrinkles, and there was not a single hair on his head, as if he had sunken down, and it was very frightening, and it seemed that he would die in a minute.

But from another point of view, this old man looks like the kind of outsider who has a very high cultivation level.

It's really old-hearted, and when you're so old, you have to fight for the false name of Shuiyun Shishao.

Nalan Zhe was thinking about it, when he suddenly found that the old man was staring at him!

I can't say what I was doing, Nalan Zhe suddenly felt a feeling of being scared to pee!(To be continued......)