The freedom of the conscious world does not work for her alone.

Although in this world that is more inclined to belong to her, as long as the crystal nucleus above her head is still running, her consumption of these objects will be reduced to a limit.

She felt she needed to figure out two things now.

One is, what kind of damage to the other party is considered fatal.

The other question is what kind of simulation will produce more effective results.

The flying sword shot out, and the cold light emitted was like a fire that would ignite everything the moment it touched the things she had simulated, and everything in sight melted in the path where the tip of the flying sword tore apart.

Lu Xingyao pursed his lips and looked at the shattering speed of the illusion that the flying sword had crushed.

The more times like this, the more she needs to stay calm.

"Found you!"

The moment she heard the voice, the ground around her shattered.

Under the entire metallic floor slab, the city above was turned upside down, and under the surprised gaze of the Taoist priest, Lu Xingyao lowered his body, grabbed the metal plate under him, and escaped into this newly formed city.

Inverted but not identical, some of the buildings here are completely refined from bottom to top without a single blemish, as if they were real, while others are just floating illusions.

"Damn it!"

The Taoist priest looked at the scene in front of him that was completely different from what he knew, and the flying sword shot out at a rapid speed again, but it was obvious that his divine sense was not something that could be consumed endlessly, and the sword light that was separated this time was only shot out in the direction that Lu Xingyao might have fled.

The metal walls there made a piercing sound of grinding against the flying sword, and even emitted a blue fire.

Fragments from the shattered walls blocked the sword's attack, and some flew in his direction.

Some were dodged as he moved, and those who couldn't, parts of his body turned to smoke once again.

But then the wind picked up in the scene.

When the wind blew, the two buildings where the Taoist priest was located suddenly exploded, penetrating the area where the smoke had been blown away without any pause.

Lu Xingyao felt that his head hurt badly.

Such frequent transformation and manipulation of Rao is that she has a home advantage at this time, and she can hardly hold on.

In Fang Cai's sword light tearing scene, it is quite obvious that the more realistic the scene, the slower the speed of destruction.

Her advantage was that everything in front of her was not what she imagined as the Taoist priest had guessed, but a place where she had lived for many years.

His sword was not full force, but Lu Xingyao was definitely fighting for his life.

The glass and steel bars penetrated the Taoist priest's body, causing the damage that made him appear again covered in blood, and even his body under the ideology was not complete, at least his left arm had become a hollow.

The look of contempt on his face had turned red and angry.

Although the injury is not fatal.

But she could see that this Taoist priest was at least half a cut shorter than before.

In the hand of the Taoist priest, a spirit banner appeared.

It must have been his usual magic weapon, every line of the flag, and even the folds on it seemed extraordinarily real, and a black mist rose from above, swallowing the sea at the surrounding buildings, and the tall buildings turned into powder under this destructive force.

The severe pain made Lu Xingyao absolutely incapable of forming such a world at this time.

But the Taoist priest used this trick to force her out, and it was not unharmed.

At this time, they were already facing each other again, and the red and purple light and shadow made the two people's pale faces be disguised, and they could only judge each other's strength at this time from each other's small movements.

"Who the hell are you?" the Taoist priest looked at her suspiciously.

She didn't give an answer.

Pieces of metal slowly formed on her arm with Lu Xingyao's clenched fist.

Turning her right arm into a mechanical arm, but the Taoist priest had never seen anything like it, and he watched in disbelief as the red light condensed from the tip of the strange giant arm, and as soon as the spirit banner moved, a skull swooped down.

The upside-down city had been completely reduced to ruins, and after Lu Xingyao relinquished control, it had turned into a cloud of smoke, and the ground under their feet was obviously a physical entity in motion, as if they would fall into the abyss with the next kick.

This strange feeling of weightlessness didn't stop her movements in the slightest.

The red light struck through the fog in front of him and headed straight for the Daoist, and before he could confront the skull head-on, it suddenly cracked and scattered in all directions, and then swirled back in a different direction, pointing directly at the location of the Daoist.

The previous injury slowed his movement speed by half a beat.

What at his feet had been in what at first glance looked like nothing more than a mist suddenly solidified into a lock, undoing his attempts to leave the spot.

The splitting sword light stabbed at the lock under his feet and went in the direction of Lu Xingyao.

In the same attempt to keep her away, the Taoist priest chose to turn the skeleton into a prison of white bones, just like the joints that extended from the previous bone beads.

But Lu Xingyao did not hesitate to turn into a knife in her left hand and cut off her right arm that was about to be restrained, although she lost the arm of the mechanical weapon formed by consuming her divine sense, none of the red light bullets that she had fired missed.

She didn't know how to really make this Taoist priest go up in smoke.

As bullets pierced through his skull, heart, and throat, her left hand used the last bit of mental power to conjure up an energy projectile that projected directly in his direction.

The violent explosion darkened her eyes.

But when the darkness turned to light, she found that she was looking at the grotto instead of the world she looked inward.

The headache that still hadn't recovered made her hunch her back, and the next moment, some fragmentary memories that didn't belong to her own rolled in her mind, almost causing her to fall to her knees on the ground.

Unwillingly, this emotion clamored and slapped against the lake of supernatural abilities in her upper dantian.

and deep and turbulent hatred.

And when the tide passed, she found that these memories were not fragments, but slowly pieced together a life that did not belong to her, which was everything that the evil monk had ever experienced.

"What a bargain. ”

Lu Xingyao let out a heavy breath.

Having a special ability doesn't mean that she can be sure of victory, what she is sure of is that this person can't think of her means and decisiveness, and she is the one who survives now.