"What the hell is this?"

After losing his mind for a moment, this sword soul still relied on his strong concentration to quickly come back to his senses. After discovering that he had been confused for a while, the sword soul was taken aback. If a master of the same level took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack just now, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't activate the Dou Qi armor.

Fortunately, that person's strength is not strong.

Thankfully, he calmed down and began to take a closer look at his surroundings. The previous night of the ice field had long disappeared in front of that strange formation. Instead, there was a green mist. There was a blank area around, and no matter which direction you looked, you could only see the scene as far as ten meters.

Is this a phantom array?

After trying to find a direction and walking out of a hundred meters, but still didn't get out of the green mist, the sword soul immediately understood. However, a new question then arises. Although he didn't know how to use the formation, he also knew that most of the magic arrays needed to be laid out in advance if they wanted to use them. The person who had just completed the formation in an instant, which trapped them defenselessly in the phantom array.

What is the means by which this can be achieved?

After racking his brains and not coming up with a possible sword soul, he couldn't help but be a little impatient as time passed. Considering that he really didn't know much about the formation, after going around again in vain, he decided to use brute force as a last resort!

As a result, Lu Chengfeng, who was watching the show outside the illusion, saw that this eighth-order sword soul began to exert his might in the air. All kinds of sixth- and seventh-grade high-level sword skills blasted out like flowing water, plowed deep ravines on the surrounding ground. However, Lu Chengfeng's illusion came from the evil god Pu Er who was surrendered by the ancestor of the Lu family's sword god, and it was not comparable to ordinary illusions. Unless it was a special coincidence, it would take him at least a day to exhaust the power of the illusion with such an aimless attack.

What's more, there are many aftermaths that break through the isolation of the eroded illusion and splash into their companions who are also trapped in the illusion.

This seemingly familiar attack, which could not find a source, undoubtedly deepened the panic of the black-armored guards.

That eighth-order sword soul was okay, although he was trapped in the illusion, his own strength was there, and he was not panicked for a while. After all, the enemy does not seem to have the strength to defeat him. However, these relatively weak black-armored guards were not so calm. As the trapped time prolonged, the anxiety and uneasiness in their hearts also increased. If Lu Chengfeng takes the opportunity to do some ghosts and exert some pressure, he can even drive them crazy!

Originally, according to Lu Chengfeng's meaning, after all, the two sides have no grievances and no enemies, and it is enough to trap them for a day. But the killing intent of the eighth-order sword soul just now made Lu Chengfeng feel very unhappy. Although he didn't embarrass others, controlling the illusion focused on affecting this sword soul, so he must give him a little bitterness.

Seeing that these enemies were all under control, Han Yu, who was following the errands, observed from a distance for a while, walked over boldly, and asked in a tone of respect and awe: "Your previous preparations in Mohe are for this, right?"

Being able to trap an eighth-order sword soul and send and receive it in an instant, such a phantom array, Han Yu had never even heard of it. At this moment, although he was covered by the green mist and couldn't see the inside of the phantom array clearly, he couldn't help but stretch his neck, carefully looking at every detail of the phantom array, and he had a posture that he completely remembered in his heart.

"With this, they don't want to come up with it today. ”

Lu Chengfeng's tone was full of confidence and a little proud. With his current strength, he can only borrow the power of the two evil gods. However, after waiting for the seventh order, he could borrow the frost power of the third evil god. If he was given time to let the three evil god powers descend at the same time and become one, he would be able to cross the two levels to fight against the enemy in the array!

That scene is beautiful when you think about it.

For the next night, the people of the Imperial Mission were unable to break through the Erosion Illusion. Almost at three o'clock in the sun, the lazy Lu Chengfeng suddenly got up and looked into the distance. Han Yu was a little surprised at first, but soon saw that the golden-winged thunder eagle flew over from the sky.

After the long-distance connection was established, the Golden-winged Thunder Eagle immediately guided another sword master named Jiang Ling to come and join him. Through the shared high-altitude vision, Lu Chengfeng noticed that he was also followed by a man in a white fur coat. If you guessed correctly, he was the one sent by the Three Princes to escort the credentials.

A quarter of an hour later, the two sides met outside of the Erosion Illusion.

Jiang Ling didn't say anything about it when he saw it before, Lu Chengfeng only nodded to him, and then looked at the man who seemed to be a little familiar. It is certain that he should have haunted the mansion of the third prince. Lu Chengfeng should have met one or two times inadvertently, so he had a little impression.

However, this seventh-order master had a very deep impression of Lu Chengfeng. Probably before he came, the third prince told him that this man named Lan Yun directly called Lu Chengfeng's name, and came up to hug him very warmly. Then, he took out a thick stack of paperwork from the spatial ring in his right hand.

The top one is a golden magic scroll, which is only used by the Arashi royal family on the most formal occasions. There is no doubt that this should be the letter that the empire replied to Bantu.

Seeing Lu Chengfeng's eyes fall on the scroll, Lan Yun smiled and said, "After the struggle of the three princes, the royal family has agreed to the conditions of the Bantu clan. The first batch of gratuitous emergency food and winter supplies will be urgently delivered a day later. As for the follow-up part, it is necessary to negotiate a number with the Bantu people. ”

Although he was not surprised by this result, after hearing it, Lu Chengfeng was still relieved. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then, what about the Saint-level masters proposed by the Bantu clan to help in the battle?"

Lan Yun nodded and said, "The empire has agreed in principle, but the specific time, candidates, and the division ratio of the spoils need to be discussed in detail." By the way, there is one more thing to congratulate Mr. Viscount. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a second document from underneath.

"Knowing your contribution to this matter, after some gambling, the third prince won a higher title for you. From now on, you will be the Count of the Empire, and you will be rewarded with 100,000 gold coins. In addition, the Empire temporarily appointed Mr. Count as a special envoy of the royal family, temporarily responsible for negotiating with the Bantu people. ”

"The knighthood has risen again?"

Lu Chengfeng was a little surprised, there was nothing to a viscount before, as long as he was willing to spend money, and the three princes came forward, it was not difficult to win. However, an earl is different, and he is already a relatively high nobleman in the empire. Moreover, the pseudo-envoy before him was actually recognized by the empire. Thinking like this, Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but turn his head to look at the erosion illusion around him. With these things brought by Lan Yun, it seems that this illusion can be stopped in advance.