As soon as these words came out, Liu Hongming's sweat flowed down his neck - could it be that the opponent actually watched him settle the phantom array?

You must know that the monks of the Liu family know that their advanced version of the illusion can only exert their power with the help of the illusion array, and the time when the illusion array is not completed is the most difficult time, so the Liu family has a target, and polishes the work of arranging the illusion array to the extreme, even if the opponent makes a move to block the formation, there will be no less than five ways to successfully arrange the illusion array.

So Liu Hongming is ready to intercept his opponent.

Liu Hongming only said that the opponent had a false reputation, and he didn't even block the phantom array, but he didn't expect the opponent to be conceited to such a point, and he didn't even bother to block his own phantom array.

"My biggest hobby in life is to hit people. The best way to strike at others is, of course, to thwart him in what he is best at. ”

Du Jiao waved his hand, and an insect with three pairs of elytra flew out of his sleeve, and after landing, the three pairs of elytra were unfolded, and there was a vivid eye behind each wing, and with the movement of the insect's wings, the eyes looked up and down, like a child's curious gaze.

"You're really insulting the name of your ancestors, aren't you?"

Liu Hongming was originally a well-known sissy, but under Bai Mu's "training", he had a bit of blood, and at this time, he was aroused by Du Jiao's abusive language, and he lost his sense of fear for a while: "If you want to compete with me in illusion, you are too tender!"

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Everyone could only see that the two flying knives in Liu Hongming's sleeve robe circled around the field like needles and threads, as if they had left something. And the mysterious Du Jiao, who was standing opposite him, only raised his hand to summon a worm, and then except for the flying knife and the flickering wings behind the worm, the field was surprisingly quiet, only two chests rose and fell.

A figure suddenly flew to the front of the stage, and his voice was clear: "The two grandmasters who presided over the big competition asked me to present the two Rao illusion visions, everyone, please see!"

After all, there were only a few monks present who had been invaded by the illusion, and when they heard that this time Dabi had even dispatched a condescending replica of the illusion by a master of illusions, he immediately focused on the cascading mist conjured up by the speaker.

I saw that Du Jiao's side was green grass, and the river was flowing not far away, which was the beautiful scenery of "the wilderness and low trees, and the river was clear and the moon was near". But there are many strong people in the audience, and they can find a trace of killing intent from this seemingly quiet and beautiful scene.

If Bai Mu sat down in the audience, he would definitely sigh at Liu Hongming's great progress - in the past, his Yuxiang illusion was also realistic, and even achieved the realm of indistinguishing between virtual and real, but it was very deficient in concealing the killing intent. The two low-flying swallows in the alley look harmless to humans and animals, but they are the only two in the illusion that move at high speed and approach the opponent's objects, and it is difficult for the opponent not to pay attention to it.

But now even the protectors in the audience are frowning - the illusion is here, and the killing intent is also here, but what to guard against, where the killing intent will burst out, is unpredictable.

Xie Daoan's eyes were full of desire to fight: "The Liu family's illusion is really worthy of its reputation. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to be there, and I don't know how Du Jiao is going to break such an illusion. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Du Jiao sat on the ground in the middle of the lawn, looking up at the sky, as if he was counting the stars, looking very leisurely

Someone exclaimed, "Look over there!"

Zhong Rao's eyes couldn't help but move to the illusion that had just emerged, it was Du Jiao, or the illusion arranged by the eight-eyed monster insect he had summoned. Only some people paid attention to the protective path that was ordered to reproduce the illusion in the air, his sweat had been wet by his clothes, and it was very simple to reproduce Liu Hongming's illusion, but the replication of Du Jiao's illusion made him sweat profusely, and it seemed that he was not able to do it.

This discovery made these well-intentioned people in the audience couldn't help but feel shocked - the strength of the Protector Dao, which was close to the peak of the Imperial Weapon Realm, actually felt inadequately when reproducing the illusion of a monk who had not yet reached the Imperial Weapon Realm, which was really unheard of.

Liu Hongming didn't expect that he was facing a fantasy battle, which was already a very shocking advantage, but it was also the source of Liu Hongming's pressure - if he lost in the illusion battle, not only would his reputation be lost, but his family would also be disgraced!

Liu Hongming opened his eyes and saw a scene he had never seen before: the three-story Shura statue in the underground palace looked down at the comer, and under his feet was a road that could only accommodate up to two people in parallel.

Liu Hongming shuddered—what kind of place is this?Illusions are all created based on the imagination of the maker, and the ancestors of the Liu family often find spiritual blessings from ancient poems, but such a grand building, such an unbelievable beauty, is like coming from another era—that era when the civilization of cultivating immortals is still incomparably brilliant.

If the fantasy is an immersive game, Du Jiao's fantasy is compared to a well-received 3A masterpiece, then Liu Hongming's fantasy is a pixel style retro game......

Just as a bystander, everyone was shocked by the rugged beauty of the huge building, and even forgot the endless killing intent contained in it.

"It's Shinto......"

Bai Huahua raised her eyebrows, already having some guesses about the scene on the right. Following the predecessors of Yunqiao Daomen, he learned some of the customs of that era, and Bai Huahua recognized that this was a scenery that did not belong to the yang world.

Shinto is actually more appropriately called "Onido", a sheep's intestine in the tomb that welcomes the return of the soul of the tomb owner, and is often ornately decorated, which can show the status of the tomb owner. But the priceless night pearl is dusty as a street lamp, the fairy jade is paved with a long road, and even the vast water flow on both sides like a river does not know what kind of material it is, but I am afraid that it is also a rare treasure.

Who is qualified to set foot in such a Shinto?

Liu Hongming is well versed in the true meaning of the illusion, and while mobilizing his illusion to start the offensive, he is preparing to break this strange illusion.

In the clouds and mist on the left, the color was already drooping, but at this time, in Liu Hongming's thoughts, it was as if the column was broken, and the black cracks in the air gradually expanded, and the yin wind howled, as if the end of the world.

"The killing intent is here!" Bai Huahua suddenly came to her senses, looking at the figure sitting casually on the grass and looking up at the sky, she was even more jealous, "How did he know that it was a disaster?"