It was not Su Cheng who was deliberately provoking Bibi Dong.

But there is no room for mediation in this matter, the task will definitely have to be abandoned, and Bibi Dong will definitely not agree, so there will naturally be contradictions.

Qian Lingxue's side has already made a decision, and he, the initiator, has no reason to retreat.

As for being a wall-riding faction betting on both sides, he never thought about it.

People who treat others as fools are really stupid.

These people in Wuhun Hall may have such and such flaws in their personalities, and they can't look at people's eyes, but their IQ is still online.

finally brushed up the favorability of Qianrenxue's side, and by the way, he also came with a Qiandaoliu, and he only came to praise Bibi Dong's stinky feet when his brain was broken.

Even at this moment, the level 99 Great Worship is watching here, maybe it's not a matter of time.

And with this woman's character, groveling may be counterproductive.

However, he was calm and relaxed, and Bibi Dong, who was standing opposite, was obviously furious.

The right hand holding the scepter became more and more forceful, and the joints were slightly white.

"Very good, let's try it."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, a faint purple light flashed in his eyes, and the coercion from the top powerhouse came to his face, and then it was endless.

At this time, the air in the hall seemed to have become a weapon in Bibi Dong's hand, frozen around Su Cheng.

Under the squeeze of the powerful force, his face turned white at first, and then flushed with a touch of red.

However, the terrible thing is that apart from him, this empty and huge council hall was unscathed, and even the tea in the cup was unscathed.

It fully demonstrates what it means to be at the top level of power control.

Before he could get used to the oppression, the pressure receded like a tide in an instant.

Between this coming and going, Su Cheng felt a moment of lack of oxygen in his brain.

When I came to my senses, the surroundings changed to a completely different scene.

There is no papal palace, and there is no Bibi Dong in front of him.

He was the only one standing alone on a mountain road.

Su Cheng suddenly understood that he was caught in Bibi Dong's illusion, and his heart was stunned.

"Come on, then!"

......

In the worship hall, Qiandaoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo stood side by side.

However, unlike last time, there is an extra blonde girl beside Qiandaoliu, who is Qianrenxue.

At this time, a curtain of light unfolded in front of the three of them, revealing the scene in the chamber of the Pope's Palace.

Su Cheng still underestimated this invincible Angel Douluo in the sky, let alone observing it in secret, and even being able to broadcast it live.

Of course, this is under the premise that Bibi Dong did not take the initiative to isolate it.

Apparently there is some kind of tacit understanding between the several people.

"Grandpa, how is the teacher now?"

"Just look at it."

As Qiandaoliu's voice fell, another light curtain appeared, which was Su Cheng's situation at this moment.

......

After the change of vision, Su Cheng suddenly felt that his body seemed to be several times heavier, and his soul power was also firmly suppressed, no different from ordinary people.

No, under Bibi Dong's coercion, he is not even as good as an ordinary person.

The strength of this Rakshasa god descendant can be seen.

But Su Cheng didn't take it seriously.

In his previous life, he had been an ordinary person for more than 20 years, and in this life, he had been a waste wood for nearly 20 years, so he was too accustomed to this feeling.

Looking at the mountain road in front of him, Su Cheng tentatively moved his body slightly.

With one step, the illusion suddenly changed.

The mountain road, which was originally normal, turned into an extremely narrow sheep intestine path in an instant, but on both sides of it were thousands of cliffs, and there was no bottom in sight.

It is conceivable that if he accidentally falls, even if he does not really fall to his death, it is estimated that he will be lying on the ground and trembling after getting out of this illusion.

Bibi Dong really didn't intend to kill him, but he was obviously ready to torture and suppress him.

Constructing this illusion was a small means she had learned from the Rakshasa Divine Examination. Naturally, it is nothing to a strong person, but for a soul master like Su Cheng who lacks cultivation and spiritual power, this scene is absolutely no different from the real scene.

If ordinary people were standing here, even if they knew it was an illusion, they would not be without fear.

If the mind is a little confused, the feet will be unstable, and if you are not careful, it will be the result of stepping into the air.

However, Su Cheng was looking left and right there, looking at the surrounding scene, and seemed to be indifferent to the situation at this time.

Bibi Dong's face was slightly gloomy when he saw this.

In the illusion, a violent wind suddenly rose, blowing Su Cheng's clothes.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to make a move?"

Qian Lingxue, who was watching from the enshrinement hall, looked a little nervous.

At this moment, even she, the audience, feels a little weak when looking at this scene, let alone Su Cheng.

Qiandaoliu shook his head and refused.

"If I make a move at this time, I will break the tacit understanding with your mother, and the gains outweigh the losses. And don't underestimate your teacher, look-"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, and his tone was uncertain, "What is this kid doing?!" ”

In the illusion, on the top of the cliff, the mountain wind swept by, blowing Su Cheng's clothes, and his black hair was also fluttering in the wind.

"It's real enough." Su Cheng praised softly.

His eyes were calm, he looked at the path on the cliff where he was, and suddenly walked forward.

Bibi Dong looked at Su Cheng, who was not only not afraid, but dared to step forward, and his face changed, "I see how long you can last!" ”

So the path he walked forward narrowed, and the mountain wind grew stronger, and the sound of the wind almost burst his eardrums.

Sweat rolled down his cheeks, it was the coercion of Title Douluo.

Su Cheng chuckled, didn't care, and continued to walk forward.

Later, it was as if he were walking on a narrow wall as high as a thousand feet, and there was no other sound in his ears than the howl of the wind. On the contrary, it is the abyss under your feet, which becomes clearer and clearer.

The pressure is getting stronger, the roads are getting narrower, and the wind is blowing harder......

He walked faster and faster!

Finally—

"Hah...... Ha ha...... It's useless to scare me, get something real, Your Majesty the Pope. ”

Looking at Bibi Dong who was close at hand in front of him, Su Cheng grinned.

At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed.

His mouth was panting, his face was pale, and sweat was rolling down like rain.

It's not scary, it's tired.

Even though the illusion was full of illusions just now, he couldn't shake his will in the slightest.

Thunder could not move, rain or shine, boredom wielding his sword, studying day after day, year after year, had long made his mind as solid as a rock.

However, the pressure is real, and the gap between cultivation and cultivation is here.

As he walked forward, it was like walking in undried cement. If it weren't for the insistence on forging the body with the help of medicinal bath silver needles over the years, I am afraid that I would not have been able to walk to this position.

Bibi Dong is no longer as calm as he just was.

In this invisible confrontation, she has already lost.

She was forced to take the initiative to unravel the illusion she had planted.

Because if he doesn't untie it again, Su Cheng will hit him in the face.