When he opened his eyes again, the scene in sight made Ivan instantly hold his breath, and a pair of calm eyes as calm as an ancient well were filled with an indescribable shock at this time.

The sacred hall stands solemnly and solemnly above Yunrui, as if looking down on all living beings, and the white jade-colored relief columns are neatly arranged, as if extending to the end of the world.

In the hall, there was a dead silence atmosphere, and on the highest throne, there was a man, with long silver hair stained by the moonlight hanging down his waist, a white robe dragging the ground, and a belt with golden embroidery, like the strongest god who ruled all things.

There is no sadness or joy in the man's eyes, his eyes reflect time and space, through the past and the future, the silver-white pure pupils are as dead and silent as stagnant water, but there is a trace of obscure and incomprehensible complexity, contradiction and naturalness.

And Ivan is like a weak ant, and the whole person is exposed to the man's eyes, and there is nothing to hide. The terrifying aura of the man standing on the top of all beings, even if Ivan knew that all this was an illusion, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This man is really terrifying, even the perverted old man Vioch hidden in the bone-white mask, compared to him, is more than a step behind, and even the old ghost who has always been mysterious in Ivan's heart is probably inferior to Ivan in his feelings.

The man on the throne didn't seem to see Ivan standing in front of him, and sat on the throne in silence, not knowing what he was thinking, after noticing this situation. Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and Ivan was ready to ask the old ghost what was going on with the illusion of the third level.

"Old ghost, old ghost. Ivan shouted, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the echo of the old ghost, as if he had sunk into the sea, and there was no movement at all.

"Old ghost, old ghost, echo. Ivan shouted again, still in vain.

"Damn, what the hell is going on? old ghost, old ghost. Ivan, who did not believe in evil, continued to shout, but there was still no response, as if the connection between Ivan and the old ghost and Vioche had been forcibly interrupted by something.

Before Ivan could think anything, the man on the throne suddenly spoke: "Don't scream, he can't hear it." ”

The man's voice was cold and indifferent, surprisingly good, but Ivan didn't have time to feel it, he looked at the man in shock, and opened his mouth to stammer: "You, how can you hear what I say?" If the man could only see him, it would not cause Ivan to be so shocked, after all, it was in an illusion, and anything could happen.

But if a man can hear Ivan's transmission to the old ghost, it's different, it's the communication between souls, you must know that even the perverted old man Vioch can't hear his usual communication with the old ghost, not to mention the illusion arranged by a ninth-order mage, Ivan doesn't believe that Vioqi's perverted old man will not even be as good as a ninth-order mage.

What shocked Ivan the most was that the familiar tone in the man's words seemed to be very familiar with the old ghost.

Seeing Ivan's expression as if he had seen a ghost, a rare smile appeared in the man's eyes, "If you want to hear it, then hear it." ”

Some playful tones made the man's indifferent and ruthless expression a little broken, and it took Ivan a while to recover his turbulent heart, and calmly asked, "Who are you?

The man looked at Ivan's performance almost exactly as in his past memory, with some emotion and some nostalgia: "What do you say? This illusion is generated by your memory, if you want to know anything, ask yourself." ”

The illusion generated by my memory, if this is the case, how come I have never seen this man, Ivan had thousands of thoughts in his heart, but his face was silent: "I don't understand what you mean, I just want to crack this illusion now." ”

I thought that the man would be angry, after all, cracking this illusion is equivalent to killing him, the man said indifferently: "We will meet again, I hope you can recognize me by that time, and finally send you a word, when you come to the end, remember to look back, which ones are true and which ones are false, don't be deceived." ”

The man got up slowly, his eyes had the truth that saw through everything, and his perfect body gradually became transparent, and finally turned into thousands of streamers flying throughout the palace, and the golden and gorgeous streamers had a suffocating beauty, but at this moment, in Ivan's eyes, there was a trace of cold and deadly danger.

Brilliant streamers, seemingly beautiful and fragile, easily flew between them, splitting the space, attracting endless spatial turbulence, forming one after another devastating storms, brutally destroying the world in Ivan's eyes.

When everything around him was completely gone, he fell into a dead darkness, and Ivan was alone in the darkness.

After a long time, Ivan sighed, he knew that this third level of illusion was broken, but he didn't have any joy in his heart, the bizarre experience just now, made him doubtful at the same time, there was also a deep urgency and depression.

He found that he didn't seem to know anything about the strange things that happened to him, who were his parents, who was seriously injured by the old man with the black notebook when he was a child? Why did he happen to see it? Why did the card that the old ghost said called the Lord God Space, also called Infinite Space, become Old Tom's ancestral thing? What was the real reason why the old ghost approached him?

This thing came one after another, interlocking, so that Ivan couldn't react at all, and could only passively bear it, there seemed to be an unknown existence behind these things weaving a big net, and he was a worm trapped in the net, waiting for the fate of being eaten away.

In the ancient tomb outside, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground without any image, his eyes kept staring at a crack in the air, with a slight apprehension and a glimmer of last hope, and not far from the old man, the old crow, the spirit of the secret realm, stood on the square cyan coffin, shrugging his eyelids that were about to close, and only the pair of newspaper claws that were tightly tightened could see a trace of nervousness.

At this time, it had been seven days since Ivan entered the test illusion, but there was still no movement at all, and the old man still had the last glimmer of hope, staring at the rift, expecting a miracle to happen.

The old crow was the first to speak: "Seven days have passed, and it seems that the boy has failed." ”

"Wait, I trust him. The old man saw that the old crow wanted to move Ivan out of the illusion, and hurriedly spoke.

"Don't be delusional, even if that kid can use the Illusion Breaking Stone to pass the first and second levels, but the third level will definitely not pass, you have also experienced it, you should understand it best. The old crow snorted hoarsely.

The old man smiled bitterly, the third level, yes, that level is simply a dead end, copying people's memories, restoring people's most real scenes, no one dares to guarantee that they will not fall into it, the things in memory are the most precious and perfect.

Because what you can't get is often the most beautiful.