Plausible is like fiction, non-real is not virtual.

An incomparably mysterious, but extremely strange ripple spread out from the body of the candle yin, as if enveloping the entire wilderness, but it made people feel that it was only condensed on the surface of the candle yin, without the slightest escape.

At least the three of them were enveloped by the prodigal son, as if they were trapped in the water, and at this time, the three of them were also extremely strange in their hearts, and there was no substance, but they were like they were stuck in a muddy swamp, and their movements became slow.

Trapped, they also saw it, they still didn't feel the entity, but they had seen the phantom, they all saw the majestic Kunlun Mountains, towering into the clouds, and the Buzhou Mountains of the Optimus Arm Pillar were still standing in the Buzhou Mountains, the Yellow River that traverses the east and west, and returned to the ruins.

At a glance, they had recognized that this was a flood, countless times smaller than the flood, but in the eyes of the three of them, it was incomparably huge, as if they couldn't help themselves, and the three of them were swayed from side to side by the waves, feeling like a boat on the sea, moving with the wind and waves.

"This is the projection of Zhongshan World, this old loach is so bold, and he is not afraid of hurting the origin. Lechuan's face became unusually serious.

Candle Yin and Zhongshan are in harmony with themselves, imitating the flood famine to create this world, although it is only a drop in the ocean and not worth mentioning over time, but it is also an irresistible power for the three prodigal sons.

Prodigal Ziyu smiled: "It seems that he wants to swallow all three of us, why is he not afraid of choking." ”

Although the Zhongshan world is large, it can only be melted into the body of the candle yin, and must not appear in the flood famine, it has already become the origin of the candle yin, it seems that it is really made to take care of everything, and actually the Zhongshan world projection is lowered to the flood famine, and the projection is destroyed by a slight accident, which hurts the origin, and there is a risk of life and death.

Xuan Ming also said lightly: "He also has no choice, only the dead can keep the secret." ”

It is difficult to deceive others, and it is even more difficult to deceive yourself.

Candle Yin's voice was like a rubble urn and said, "Why are you so hard pressing, then you all stay here." ”

I think I've backed down a lot, but I'm still so uninteresting, even if the Gonggong clan is what, it's a big deal to hide afterwards, see what they can do to themselves, and stay until they reach a ruthless state in the future, the world is so big, who is afraid of it.

Since the prodigal son Yu killed the prodigal son and made him a pawn for his own tragedy, with this affection, they should also pinch their noses to temporarily shelter themselves, otherwise they are not afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken, and they will die together.

If you have already made up your mind, you will no longer be interfered with by external objects, and you will do everything to let the three of you stay, even if the world is broken, the origin is damaged, the soul is hurt, and the eternal penance is ruined, it is worth it.

The pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and the three of them are also a little sluggish, but they are fearless, even if they fight alone, they are not afraid, although the inner world of Candle Yin is somewhat unexpected by the three of them, they can descend on the flood wilderness, and they also have two more helpers.

A roar came, and the prodigal son's body was 100,000 zhang high out of thin air, and the method of supporting the sky and the earth was used, and the long body of Candle Yin was like a small snake, surrendering at his feet, and a punch was blasted, and all the shadows dissipated where he passed.

Xuan Ming's silver hair was shining in the scorching sun, his face was calm, and the shadow of the sword appeared on both hands, slashing around, freezing away.

The empress lived up to her name, Lethe became more gorgeous and enchanting, her demeanor was feminine to the extreme, she smiled evilly, and a stream of bright red water appeared out of thin air, and the red water surged all around, and the place she passed was also corroded and invaded into nothingness.

Bright red water, but not blood water, it is the water of the Lechuan River, the water of injustice infected by countless resentful souls, when it comes to the filthy Three Realms, few people can reach it, and it is also one of the reasons why everyone isolates the Lechuan River, it is too filthy for people to dare not approach.

Candle Yin sneered, "I'd like to see how long you can last." ”

Lechuan also sneered back, and said even more evilly: "Although you were born a few years earlier than me, don't underestimate my countless years of accumulation, how much can I be inferior to you." ”

Candle**: "Bear it slowly, how can you understand the mystery without creating the world, the most rare thing is that the aura is endless, and you can only be consumed, although there are three." ”

If the three of them can turn the entire Zhongshan world into nothing before they are exhausted, they will win, and the candle yin is likely to be doomed, but on the contrary, if before that, if the three of them are exhausted, they can only die, and they will not recover.

For example, a painting scroll is slowly displayed in front of the eyes of the three people, high mountains, deep valleys, fields, big rivers, there are majestic and magnificent, thousands of miles, the waves are turbulent, there are also low hills, small rivers and water, the scenery is picturesque, the painting is like a landscape, slowly coming, but also slowly pressing.

The prodigal son feather smashed everything that appeared in front of him into ashes with one punch, no matter how beautiful the scenery, towering mountains and wide fields, they could only be turned into nothingness with one punch, and there could be no nostalgia.

Fighting, all fighting, using the most saving effort to break the emptiness in front of you, there can be no waste, the fight is also time, see who runs out first.

Candle Yin's brows are also furrowed, Lechuan is an ancient god like him, although he was born a little later than him, but it is not long late, although the accumulation of a true Qi is not as good as his own world help, but it should not be underestimated, Zhongshan World has gone to Sancheng, he is only a little gasp, Candle Yin is not strange.

The accumulation of Xuan Ming is also obvious to all, he has already competed before, and a layer of fine sweat has floated on his forehead, but it is not a big deal, there is no trace of collapse at all, and the candle yin is not strange, he believes that he will survive to the end, no matter what adventures he has experienced, the Zhen Qi is so huge, but compared with the Zhongshan world, it is also a small thing, not worth mentioning, but the Xuan Bing sword qi is too cold and sharp.

Looking at the 100,000-zhang body of the prodigal Ziyu, the candle yin had a premonition that something was not good, as if he had miscalculated, this familiar heaven and earth, only one person in the Three Realms had such a great shore, which he could not afford to provoke, maybe he should not have listed the prodigal Ziyu as a love chess piece in order to give favors in the first place.

But the matter has come to this, with the will of the candle yin, it will only be wrong, even if the son of the emperor is in front of him, he can crush it to death without hesitation, and the giant wheel rolls up, irresistible.

What surprised him was that the prodigal son Yu still did not change his face, not even the slightest breath, it looked even more terrible than Zhi Lechuan, punch by punch, there was no subtlety, neither as sharp as Xuan Ming's Xuan Bing sword, nor as filthy as the water of Lethe, just punch by punch, fighting with all the strength, fighting for the heritage and accumulation.

In just a few hundred years, Xuan Ming has such an accumulation is already a monstrous fortune, but the prodigal son feather seems to be much higher, what is it that can create the prodigal son feather, so that he has such an accumulation in just a few hundred years, even if the human race is blessed with a year's worth of other people's work for a hundred years, it can't be so perverted.

And it's hidden very deeply, I didn't see it at all on the bank of the weak water back then, I thought it was just a good body, and I didn't want the strength to be so strong, it was really a miscalculation, and now I think about my pretense of being crazy at the beginning, it's really ridiculous, I'm afraid that the two negatives are also hiding.

It must also be hidden, Xuan Ming's ice sword is already so sharp, and it is difficult for him to block it so hard, and he is a sword master, known as the first person to use a sword, and the sword in his hand is probably more than that of Xuan Ming, how could he be so powerless back then, he can only draw some skin wounds, it turns out that the most ridiculous thing is the god, and he is secretly proud.

Everything that happened on this day was unexpected, beyond the calculation in Candle Yin's heart, not only the Empress Lechuan, although the nine sons were missing, but also the strength of Xuan Ming and the prodigal son, but the thing has happened, and it can only be wrong, and no one can retreat from the battle for life, otherwise even if he does not die, he can only survive and survive.

The heart is ruthless, but also to use all the strength, can no longer keep the hand, otherwise the gutter will capsize the boat will not be regretful, the candle yin body Zhongshan world, Zhangwei Mountain in a thousand miles of red dragon entrenched in the mountain, the face of the person is red, bow down to the south, but it is also the candle yin, is the real candle yin, at this time a roar, the whole Zhongshan world is windy, flying sand and stones, spring, summer, autumn and winter four seasons disorder, the rivers are upside down, and the flames are raining down.

Countless living beings wail in it, which is also the result of Candle Yin's painstaking operation for many years, but at this time, he can't care about much, and looks indifferently at those people who worship him as a father, this is the meaning of their existence.

Since they were created, they can only be reciprocated, as long as they can win, it won't take many years to be alive again.

He is paying tribute, taking the whole world of creatures in the memorial, anyway, if you lose these ants, you won't survive, the three of Prodigal Ziyu are not only destroying the phantom, but the reflection is the real Zhongshan world, which has been destroyed by the three of them, and there are also thirty percent of the creatures destroyed.

If he loses, the entire Zhongshan world will be buried together, so it is better to dedicate it first and protect the Zhongshan world, and if he wins, he will have everything.

The destruction of the World Illusory will be reflected in the Zhongshan World, and everything that happened in the Zhongshan World will also be confirmed in the World Illusory.

The surrounding environment is even worse, the thunder and fire are rolling down, the impact of the world is getting faster and faster, and the speed at which the picture scroll unfolds is more than several times that of the original.

They shattered the Illusory World with one punch, one sword, and one water, but the Illusory World also rolled in, trying to crush them into powder.

The illusory world became faster and stronger, and after a few breaths, the prodigal son feather also gasped slightly, his fists swung more urgently, and he was tired even faster.

I can't think of why the entire illusory world has become so bad and solid in just a few breaths, it must be something that Candle Yin has done, and the price paid must be not small.

The prodigal son Yu didn't know whether to be honored or sad, but he could only leave everything behind, no matter what price the candle Yin paid, but as long as he won, he could get it back.

Then they can only win by themselves, and they looked at Xuan Ming with some concern.