"You are not the real ......"

Jiang Ningyuan muttered to himself, still unwilling to believe what he saw in front of him.

He didn't believe that his companions were dead, and he didn't want to accept it.

It's just that everything in front of him is so real, and he doesn't feel like he's caught in an illusion, because the pure yang flame in his body is not half different.

Suddenly, a palpitating feeling overwhelmed him, the fear of imminent death!

Jiang Ning looked around blankly, on the empty street, except for him and his companions in front of him, there was no one else, and in his perception, he did not find any strange existence.

Wrong!

He turned suddenly, and the boy and woman who were supposed to be following him were as if they had never existed.

Two flames appeared in his eyes, and at this moment, Jiang Ningyuan's whole person was shrouded in flames, and the golden-red flames formed a light veil on the surface of his body.

In the next second, his chest seemed to have been hit hard, and the huge impact made his mouth smell bloody, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

And at the same time as this heavy blow appeared, his vision began to blur, and finally dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

Jiang Ningyuan returned to the small courtyard, as if he had never walked out of here at all, and had never returned to the street.

At this time, he was looking at the young man, and the pair of godless eyes like stagnant water, like an abyss, swallowed everything silently.

After a long silence, he silently raised his head and glanced at the woman holding the knife beside him, taking in the panic and fear on the other party's face.

With a soft sigh, the flame light veil on his body dissipated, and after a finger was pointed, a wisp of fire suddenly ignited on the already red knife in the woman's hand, melting the blade that looked quite sharp.

"I have no ill intentions, I am here to save you out."

He thought about it, and with the few words he mastered, he composed something to the effect of this.

Hearing this, the vigilant look in the woman's eyes still did not subside, but there were also a little more doubts, she looked at Jiang Ningyuan's eyes, and felt a lot more relieved for no reason.

After much hesitation, the woman finally nodded her head and sat down on the ground

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The young man picked it up and gently covered the eyes with his hand.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ningyuan beckoned, motioned for the two to follow, and then turned around and re-walked the route he had taken in the illusion.

It's just that after experiencing a hallucination, he is undoubtedly more cautious, and he can't tell whether he is guarding against possible dangers on the road, or the eyes of the young man behind him.

This is the first time he has encountered such a real illusion, and he didn't even react to the Pure Yang Flame, you must know that this kind of fire flame of his own is not only a spirit body, a weird and other nemesis, but also has a strong ability to break through illusions and illusions.

In the Hanyu family before, he had tested the ability of a top B-rank powerhouse, and he could still easily break through the illusion, and this ability had almost no effect on him.

However, the young man's eyes made his Pure Yang Flame useless, and if it weren't for the woman's attack with a knife, he might not have been able to break free from the illusion.

What's more critical is that after entering this god-level special space, Jiang Ningyuan has also fought with many strong people, but these people are all using fighting qi without exception, and there are no other special abilities at all.

But this young man is an exception, he does not have the slightest fluctuation of fighting energy on his body, but a pair of eyes can make people fall into an illusion without knowing it in silence, and even make Jiang Ningyuan's ability invalid.

Let's not mention what kind of unexpected effects this ability can bring if it is used well, just talk about the most basic point, the existence of this ability of teenagers proves that in this world, there are other forces besides fighting spirit.

This power is not even the same as the old woman's prophecy, more like the awakened power of the Chosen One.

And this point seems insignificant, but it is actually very important, which means that other strong people are also likely to have abilities other than vindictiveness.

As the chosen ones from outside the world, the advantage they occupy is not only their physique and cognition, but also their own ability.

It is precisely by virtue of this that they can ensure their absolute superiority in the face of local powerhouses.

Once the local powerhouses can also have special abilities, then for them outsiders, it will definitely not be

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What good news.

Jiang Ningyuan couldn't help but sigh lightly, the world is getting more and more complicated.

What was originally thought to be just to help the common people resist the oppression of the aristocracy gradually evolved into myths and legends, and the gods of history and characters who should have died long ago appeared in front of them one after another.

This is indeed worthy of the name of the god-level special space, and in terms of difficulty alone, I am afraid that even if it is the personal god-level space of the S-level supreme king, it is nothing more than that!

Thinking of this, he shook his head silently, and then saw the figure of his companion not far ahead, which gradually became clearer.

Only this time, he didn't immediately speed up his pace, but turned his head to look behind him, and made sure that the two were following closely, and the young man's eyes were covered, and then he shouted to his companion in front of him.

A group of people finally met, and then Jiang Ningyuan found that Zhao Yu had returned to the team at some point, and he should have searched the houses in several directions with his own speed.

"This is the bloodline of that demon god?"

Su Yingying raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man who was covered by the woman with interest.

The boy is about a little more than one meter six, although the skin on his body is fair, but not delicate, but looks a little rough, usually even if he doesn't often do rough work, he must not be so comfortable.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that before the young man was brought here, he should have lived the life of an ordinary family, or even worse, and it didn't look like he had inherited the blood of the demon god at all.

According to everyone's thoughts, as the inheritor of the demon god's bloodline, even if he doesn't usually live a pampered life, how can he be better than ordinary people, right?

"He's just an ordinary kid."

Because Su Yingying spoke English, the woman who was protecting the young man could understand, and immediately said out loud: "If it weren't for his mother's last wish, I would have preferred him to grow up safely than to come to such a dangerous place." ”

The woman's name is Sarain, and she is a small-town teacher, and the teenager is one of her students, named Nick.

A little more than a year ago, Nick's mother passed away, leaving behind a last word that he hoped that the boy would go to a distant city to find a story that had been passed down in the family for hundreds of years.

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