The Lord of Truth, not the Lord of Truth.

The difference between one word and a thousand differences.

The former represents only a certain degree of personal ability.

And the latter represents, a series of... Even enough to intervene in the ability of others.

Facing the questioning of Lu Hongxiang, the Lord of True Vision, Feng Linwan's Yuan Shen withstood strong pressure.

If it was an ordinary primordial god realm, facing the oppression from a seventh-level powerhouse, I was afraid that the primordial god would have already collapsed.

But the primordial spirit of Feng Lin Wan, in essence... It's still his breath, which can be kneaded and changed at will.

Under the pressure of Lu Hongxiang's powerful spirit, even if the Yuan Shen has been shattered and destroyed countless times, as long as Feng Lin Wan is still breathing, then his Yuan Shen will always return to the original state, without increasing or decreasing.

Feng Linwan's silence and resistance made Lu Hongxiang uncomfortable.

An absurd, bad feeling filled Lu Hongxiang's heart.

"What else is there that I have neglected?" Lu Hongxiang couldn't help but ask himself.

The dream soil, which is on the edge of the battlefield, has begun to be attacked.

From the core of the battlefield, the powerful power that continued to overflow hit the already broken and narrow dream soil, further compressing its existence.

In the final analysis, the dream soil is a dream of nothingness, which is truly condensed through various means.

It's like a bubble ball, no matter how big it blows, no matter how beautiful it is in the sun, as long as you use force, you can puncture it, and then let it dissipate invisibly.

"Really, don't you say it?" Lu Hongxiang hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Feng Linwan, and was about to take Feng Linwan and leave here directly.

The center of the battlefield is too dangerous.

There are many strong people there, and there are some strong people, which makes Lu Hongxiang tremble and dare not fight.

But when he wanted to leave, he found that he couldn't move.

The entire dream soil was sucked into a large iron cauldron that was extremely black.

All around was a flowing chaos, as if someone had used broken something, stirred and mixed together, and cooked a pot of soup.

The big man in green clothes stood outside the iron pot, looking down at the dream soil rolling in the turbidity.

"How is it possible! Why are people still staring at you?" Lu Hongxiang's expression froze slightly.

He had already seen through Feng Linwan's disguise at a glance.

So he waited for Feng Linwan's plan to succeed, and finally stole the fruits of victory.

Able to see through the false at a glance and point to the truth... This is the power of the Lord of His True Sight.

However, he seemed to be thinking something wrong.

Unconsciously, he relaxed his coercion and control over Feng Linwan.

Feng Lin took a deep breath, and the Yuan Shen, which was a little muddy before, recondensed and became sober.

Although Lu Hongxiang continued to crush his Yuan Shen strongly, he did not cause any damage to his Yuan Shen, but with the help of this power, Feng Lin Wan unconsciously absorbed a part of the divine power from Lu Hongxiang, making his breath more pure and supernatural, and already possessed some of the characteristics that could break through the void and go straight to the origin.

"Sure enough, it's here!" Feng Linwan's expression was calm.

"You already knew? He is your backhand?" In the face of the chaotic 'stirring' and 'boiling' from the big black cauldron, Lu Hongxiang had to exude divine power to stabilize the entire dream soil from erosion, resulting in collapse.

Because at the moment, it's just a competitor.

If it is exposed, it will be countless opponents.

As a hindrance, he will be torn apart in the first place.

"Not really, it's just very simple. A magician with three hats in front of him, only one of which contained a white dove. If you were a puzzle guesser, which hat would you choose to find this white dove?" asked Feng Linwan.

Lu Hongxiang was stunned at first, and then suddenly suddenly.

A person who follows the rules, that is, of course, choosing a hat.

If you're lucky, it's of course ... Impossible.

The job of a magician is to make others guess.

Therefore, a person who abides by the rules will only be blindly deceived and cannot see through the truth.

Really, people who want answers.

Not only will the three hats be lifted, but the magician will also be stripped away.

He will get an answer through strong destruction.

Feng Linwan's hat trick is good.

A series of means, dazzling, seem to be able to get out of the predicament, carry the creation godhead, escape from the battlefield, and profit.

But that's just the 'rules' he made.

No one has explained that it must be strictly adhered to.

Those who know how to break the rules and do not follow the rules, they will not let go of any questionable target.

No matter how unlikely this goal is.

There was never a lack of surveillance around Feng Linwan.

Although many people have thrown themselves into the core battlefield.

But this did not prevent them from putting part of their energy on Feng Lin Wan.

And the strange movement of the dream soil is to attract this part of the energy, summoning people who are coveted.

They don't need to be sure if there is a creation godhead in the dream soil.

They just have to open it and see it.

Feng Linwan's explanation made Lu Hongxiang regret wanting to hit the wall.

He was delusional before, get everything, and throw all the black cauldron to Feng Linwan.

That's why they sneaked in and forced Feng Lin Wan to take the strongest and most violent snatch.

This also gave Feng Lin Wan the opportunity to move the dream soil back to the edge of the battlefield, attracting attention, and finally being sucked into the black cauldron.

"You've been lying to me, you're stalling for time, you don't have any back-up. But now... You do have. Lu Hongxiang stared at Feng Linwan angrily, he only hated himself for being too cautious, but it became a mistake.

"Not necessarily, are you so sure I'll be helpless?" Feng Linwan smiled incomprehensibly.

"You know, it's not just you who are trapped right now, it's me too. If the truth is exposed, you and I will be torn to shreds by the angry strong. When Feng Linwan said this, his tone was relaxed, as if he was not talking about the fate he might face, but someone else.

This made Lu Hongxiang feel uneasy.

So he urged his ability again and stared at Feng Linwan deadly.

He wanted to see through everything about Feng Linwan, and wanted to know if he was really here, or if he was just controlling the puppet.

If you weren't controlling the puppet, how could you have such confidence and courage?

The big black cauldron is still boiling and tumbling.

On the battlefield, the afterglow of all kinds of power scattered is like a variety of materials, which are stuffed into the cauldron by the man in Tsing Yi in one go, and then 'cooked'.

And with the cooking and tumbling, the various forces mixed in the big black cauldron began to go through the process of conflicting, penetrating each other, and finally condensing and unifying.

Lu Hongxiang had to summon more strength, barely resisting this pressure, and the whole person was depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

"What a miraculous ability, absorbing thousands of powers, fused into an iron pot, and then cooking and refining, into a mouthful of 'broth'... Isn't this very much like alchemy? But I don't know what the effect of this final refined 'broth' is. Feng Linwan was still very leisurely, and he diverted the topic without any sense of crisis.