As he got closer and closer, the handsome face in the thunder and scorching gradually appeared in front of Shen Moli.

Shen Mubei's skin was open, and he sat in front of the stone pillar with his head half-hung down.

A thunderbolt scorched an inch, and the superimposed heavenly thunder almost burned all of Shen Mubei's skin and bones. He struggled to get up amid the lightning and thunder, but the blood that kept flowing all over his body seemed to overwhelm all his strength, making all of Shen Mubei's struggles in vain.

The sour volcano, which has been dormant for thousands of years, was about to burst when he saw Shen Mubei's familiar face. In Shen Moli's sea of knowledge, a warm and heartfelt figure suddenly appeared, she called him brother, and often walked side by side with him on the streets of the small city.

The scene suddenly turned, and when she saw him again, he leaned in front of the sedan chair in Jinluan, and the woman in the sedan chair was protected by everyone to her death.

The pain, the heart-rending pain hit the heart. Shen Moli held his head and looked at the man in front of him dizzily, unable to sort out his thoughts for a while, let alone remembering other things that happened with Shen Mubei.

She only felt that the man in front of her, whether it was protecting her and killing her, she had never hated her. Even, at this moment of crisis, she wanted to rush forward and resist the ten thousand heavenly thunders for him.

Move with your heart, one fly, Shen Moli flew away, and quickly appeared in front of Shen Mubei. She touched her waist, and just wanted to draw the Puchen Sword to block the thunder. The emptiness of the fingertips slid through made Shen Moli realize that the Puchen Sword had long since disappeared from him.

It was another thousands of days of thunder and thunder, Shen Moli looked at the thunder sky that was getting closer and closer, and his hands sacrificed spiritual power, exhausting all the energy of his body and gathering into a huge shield.

The collision between the thunder and the shield trembled so that the red glow around it showed the slightest traces of bursting.

"The image of illusory qi?" Shen Moli's fierce gaze swept over the countless cracks in the red glow, and the bottom of his heart suddenly became clear.

Looking around, she remembered for a moment that she had no memory of how she had come to this place. This sudden realm is more like a mirage that came out of thin air in a dream, and no matter how you look at it, it is unreal.

In the face of adversity, what people fear most is the unknown. After sorting out the realm he was in at the moment, Shen Moli suddenly gathered his strength, sacrificed the surging ocean, bypassed his hard-supported shield, and parted ways to attack the crack in the red glow.

The water drops wear through the stone, and the soft water seeps into the red glow and becomes a dripping divine soldier, hitting back and forth in the red glow, knocking the red glow into continuous collapse.

The red glow is like a stone, constantly being knocked down from the sky by the ocean, and then dissipating into the void.

"Sure enough. Shen Moli looked at the weird Hongxia, and became more and more sure of the judgment in his heart.

The image of illusory qi often gathers the person or thing that people are most afraid of in the human heart into an illusory illusion, so that the person in the illusory qi is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate himself.

Although Shen Mo Li's memories in the sea were inexplicably oppressed and could not be remembered, the impression of the one or two people he cared about extremely was still captured by the phantom qi that penetrated his body.

The lethality of the phantom qi is not strong, it is just disturbing people's fears, and then using people's cold power to achieve their goal of finally obliterating the other party.

When he realized that the person in front of him was Shen Mubei, Shen Moli was frightened. However, unlike half of the people, Shen Moli was most afraid of the moment, and the power of the explosion was stronger than usual.

That belief in firmly protecting his family suddenly condensed into a strong shield that was enough to resist the thunder, so that in the image of the illusory qi that should not have been flawed, a crack appeared under the strong impact of the illusory qi that was difficult to contain.

The power of the ocean was like a rampaging child in the crack, striking the increasingly crumbling Hongxia in no direction.

Under the impact, followed by the loud sound of the hollow valley where the gas bursts, the phantom qi that poured into Shen Moli's body exploded.

Shen Moli opened his eyes suddenly, clenched Puchen Yihui, and rushed straight towards the hibiscus flower. The speed at which she entered the illusory qi was so fast that the Puchen sword, which had just slashed through the flowers and plants that kept attacking on her behalf, was suddenly surprised when she was caught in the entanglement of the illusory qi.

The image of illusory energy disturbs people's minds and minds with the most fearful images, in order to trap people in it. Even a strong person who has cultivated to a certain level after stepping into the god level can hardly get out of it at such a fast speed when he falls into that terrifying situation.

Shen Moli was so fast, it was completely beyond Puchen's sword spirit's expectations. The corners of its lips were raised, and its expression bloomed with satisfied and comfortable appreciation in a moment that it was not even aware of. The sword followed the people, straight to the hibiscus thorn.

If the most shocking thing about this place is not the Puchen Sword Spirit.

The hibiscus flowers were swaying with a rich floral fragrance, and Ben was waiting not far away for Shen Moli to fall into the trap he made up and kill himself.

But Mu Hibiscus didn't expect it, it waited left and right and waited for Shen Moli to find a short sight and die, but it was more energetic. Not only did it break its phantom qi, but it also clung to it, and there was a great possibility that it would be killed.

In a panic, the hibiscus hurriedly closed the blooming petals one by one, quickly protecting the stamens in the center.

It's just a petal with a strong illusion, and it can deceive Shen Moli once, how can it be deceived many times?

The phantom qi was full of permeation into Shen Moli's body, but it looked like the previous phantom qi. The same illusory qi wandered in Shen Moli's heart, frantically trying to find Shen Moli's weakness again and put her in the illusion of reality.

However, a lot of phantom qi frantically searched the forbidden body in Shen Mo Li's sea of knowledge, but nothing was found.

The lingering phantom qi shuttled through Shen Moli's veins, and he was completely deflated under the impact everywhere. With unspeakable despair, the phantom qi watched as Shen Moli slashed the thick and soft petals of the leaves and leaves, and went straight towards the hibiscus stamen.

"Stop!" A phantom appeared in front of Shen Moli without a trace when the sword was only a few centimeters away from the stamen.

If you look closely, there is no doubt that the phantom is Chu Wu.

Chu Wu glared angrily at the huge stamen behind him, and scolded in a low voice: "Waste!"

Hearing Chu Wu's reprimand, the huge hibiscus flower drooped along with the stamens, and its cowardly state was even more depressed than when Shen Moli wanted to kill it.

I don't know what Shen Moli has to do with Chu Wu, the flowers and plants in this place, but after Chu Wu planted them, he regarded Chu Wu as the lord of plants and trees, and did his best to stay in this place, blocking people who wanted to enter Chu Wu's territory for Chu Wu.

They don't recognize people, they only recognize Chuwu. Whether it was Shen Moli or other people who sacrificed their spiritual power in this place, they could all cause their murderous intentions.

For thousands of years, they have been tireless in their persistence, standing firmly in the scorching sun and storm, and becoming the first line of defense outside the territory of Chuwu. Flowers and plants are ruthless, but they exchange all their cold-blooded blood to others for their enthusiasm for Chuwu.

This kind of flowers and plants that feed on spiritual power are not as intelligent as the human race, but their loyalty to the planters is unmatched by many people. Within the Three Kingdoms and Six Seas, it is precisely because of this that the loyal lord of flowers and plants is vying for the amount of flowers and plants seeds.

Only this kind of flowers and plants bloom often, but it is difficult to bear a few flowers in a few years. A spectacular sight like this one full of flowers and plants is rare in the Three Kingdoms and Six Seas.