A piece of white light was like a wave of water, rippling around the beads, An Yimeng occupied an excellent position, and after the Thousand Illusion Beads were urged, the dialect had nowhere to escape. The ring is only so big, and this female cultivator has a pair of strange wings, maybe this is another high-level spiritual weapon, with which it flies around the stage lightly.

The illusion pointed directly at the soul, so that the various means of the dialect could not be used in the face of the illusion, and it was instantly wrapped in this white light, and then there was a throbbing in the soul, as if it was washed by the endless waves, it seemed that there was no harm, and even felt a little warm. But Fang Yan is still conscious at the moment, how dare he let himself be addicted to it, and try his best to resist and not let himself fall.

In a short period of time, Fang Yan felt groggy, in order to fight against the illusion, his soul power was rapidly consumed, and under the continuous attack of the other party, he did not stop for a moment, not to mention the mental exhaustion. Fang Yan had to grit his teeth and try his best to maintain a trace of clarity, and the Blood God Sword in his hand was still tightly held, always on guard.

An Yimeng was surprised again, in fact, from the moment she removed the veil, the illusion attack had already been launched, and the Thousand Illusion Beads were a sharp weapon to cooperate with the illusion, which could increase her spells and make them more powerful. A series of attacks seemed to be inadvertent, very hidden and sudden, extremely difficult to prevent, and I didn't expect to be seen through by the dialect at the beginning.

If it is an ordinary monk, at this time he has been defeated in front of her illusion, and he has been hooked by her illusion in his heart, and he is lost in it, and he will sleep for a few days, or he will be addicted to it and unable to extricate himself. But the dialect was still struggling to resist, and there was no sign of being confused, which made An Yimeng surprised and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"There's still a little ability, see if I add more fire to you. Seeing that Fang Yan's eyes were closed, and he was still desperately resisting, An Yimeng immediately scolded and mentioned the mana all over his body. Urge the Thousand Illusion Beads under your feet with all your might. Lines of white light rolled in like a wave, a few points better than the previous attack.

Fang Yan suddenly felt a "buzz" in his head, his soul couldn't help stirring, and his body shook a few times involuntarily. At this moment, some blurry pictures suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Fang Yan's heart tense. After several experiences, he knew that this was the beginning of the illusion.

Immerse yourself in it. Life and death will no longer be up to people, how dare Fang Yan let this scene continue to develop, desperately biting the root of his tongue, forcibly condensing his divine consciousness, and bursting out silently. The blurred picture that had just formed in front of me turned into countless fragments at this moment, scattered everywhere in various colors, and then returned to nothingness in an instant, and the illusion that had just risen was shattered by the dialect with divine sense.

Although An Yimeng could not see this scene. But there was a hint of induction in her heart, and then she quickly danced her hands, and the orb under her almost pushed to the extreme, and she tried her best to break the last defense of the dialect. However, this Thousand Illusion Bead is not the magic weapon of a Thousand Illusion Real People, otherwise how can the dialect resist, An Yimeng will not be able to urge.

But this Thousand Illusion Bead should not be underestimated. It is a spiritual weapon that her master Qianhuan Zhenren collected a lot of rare materials and carefully refined for her. It is extremely useful when performing illusions, and with the power of this thousand illusion beads, it can continuously erode the monk's divine soul, like a large flood overflowing embankment, breaking the monk's divine consciousness defense. Then let the illusion take advantage of it.

And Fang Yan stubbornly held this line of defense, so that she didn't know where to start for a while, after all, although she was two levels higher than Fang Yan in cultivation, she still belonged to the middle stage of foundation building, and she did not form an absolute suppression of Fang Yan in the realm. Besides, the strength of the dialect soul was also beyond her expectations, and in terms of divine consciousness alone, she might not be much higher than the dialect. It is not possible to form an oppression of the dialect in the consciousness.

At the very beginning, Fang Yan saw through her illusion, and her soul defended in a targeted manner, so that An Yimeng's urging of the Thousand Illusion Beads could not succeed for a long time. She couldn't help but be a little upset if she didn't give the order for a long time, and at this time, Fang Yan's eyes were still closed, and he held the Blood God Sword in his hand, and he couldn't see the slightest sign of relaxation.

In fact, Fang Yan was also very depressed in his heart, in the face of this invisible and qualitative attack, he had no ability but was helpless, he could only rely on the power of the soul to resist passively, and he had no power to fight back. This should be the most aggrieved battle of dialects, the initiative is completely controlled by others, and I don't know when this battle will end, and I can't help but feel anxious.

But An Yimeng became more and more anxious, illusion is a kind of spell, and it needs to consume a lot of mana when casting, and when fighting with people, other types of spells are generally cast one by one, and the mana is gradually consumed. Illusion is different, once it is cast, it must be continuous, otherwise it will be wasted, if the opponent comes to his senses, everything needs to start again, so the consumption of mana is even more amazing.

If she continues to fight like this, she may not wait for the dialect to fall, but she will interrupt the illusion first because of the exhaustion of mana, giving the opponent a chance to take advantage of it. Thinking of this, An Yimeng decisively urged the wings behind his back, wrapped in the beads and came to a few feet in front of Fang Yan, and then the mana surging out of his body, the Thousand Illusion Beads immediately became abnormally bright, and the surface evaporated like layers of halo like white mist.

As An Yimeng pushed the Thousand Illusion Beads to the extreme, Fang Yan's situation immediately became more difficult, his soul was swollen and cracked, and his head was like being hit hard by someone, which was really unbearable, and he couldn't help but feel drowsy. But how could he let himself fall asleep, desperately gritted his teeth, and maintained a trace of sobriety, but it was not easy to do, the two had already tried their best, and they competed silently.

Another unbearable period of time passed, Fang Yan was exhausted to the extreme, and the long-term tension of his soul had exhausted his soul power, which was even greater than the consumption of a tense fight, and at this time, his body was almost prostration, and cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead. In fact, it was also because his cultivation of alchemy was too shallow, and it was not enough to cultivate the subtle divine sense shield, otherwise he would not have resisted so hard, and he completely relied on his own divine soul to carry it.

And the result of this is that the soul of the dialect is always in a state of rapid consumption, and how can it last, and gradually become more and more difficult. Seeing that Fang Yan's expression gradually became blurred, and her body was slowly shriveling, An Yimeng only curled the corners of her mouth at this time, she knew that Fang Yan was already a little difficult to resist, and victory was not far off.

At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly felt a coolness in his soul, and a pure soul power was injected into his soul, and his spirit was suddenly lifted, and his whole body was exhausted. At the critical moment, it was the soul card that came to help, as if it would only make a move when the soul of the dialect was consumed to a certain extent, but it usually ignored it at all.

Immediately, Fang Yan was keenly aware of his situation, and immediately had a plan, and instead of turning around, he pretended that he was in the illusion and that he was no longer able to do so. When An Yimeng slowly flew towards him, Fang Yan deliberately made a stupid appearance, his body shrank little by little, and it seemed that he was about to collapse to the ground, and even the Blood God Sword in his hand was drooping down at this moment.

"Giggles, I just said that you are not an opponent, junior brother, you have to let senior sister spend so much energy, wait for me to catch you and throw you under the stage. The dialect was very realistic, and An Yimeng was deceived by him without accident, a smile bloomed on her face, and she trembled with laughter. I saw her wings flashing behind her back, and then she came to the top of Fang Yan's head, and took out a red ling, really wanting to tie up Fang Yan.

At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly jumped up, her eyes widened, and she was still a little sluggish, and she actually flew into the air with her physical body, and the Blood God Sword reached her directly. The two were already very close to each other, and the cultivation of the alchemy technique of the dialect was not low, and after jumping high, she instantly stabbed the Blood God Sword towards An Yimeng, so that she didn't have time to react at all.

An Yimeng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fang Yan with a surprised expression, the blood-colored long sword was already close at hand, no more than an inch away from her body, and it could pierce her body in a flash.

"Senior Sister An, I agreed. Fang Yan held the long sword in his hand and said expressionlessly.

At this time, An Yimeng realized that he had been deceived by the dialect, and the previous scene was just his illusion, so he was immediately annoyed and angry, and scolded at the dialect: "Bah, what a dialect, you, you are so despicable, you actually use such a fraudulent means, how can you be like this, it is extremely shameless!"

"Senior sister still said that she would admit defeat or admit defeat, and she would do it very much to say these angry words. Fang Yan replied calmly, unmoved by her words, the Blood God Sword in his hand was ready to attack, as if as long as she dared to resist the slightest, it would not hesitate to pierce her body.

An Yimeng raised her head and glared at Fang Yan viciously, but saw that there was no trace of shame on his face, and the long sword in his hand pointed coldly at her. An Yimeng was angry and remorseful, so she had to let out a cold snort, turned around and wanted to walk off the stage.

"Haha, good boy, despicable enough, shameless enough, good, good, this is like Lao Tzu's apprentice. Hehe, don't be angry, little girl, isn't that the fighting method, just win or lose, no matter what etiquette, righteousness and shame, we are all monks, and we don't want to be saints. Good apprentice, well done, this should have been done a long time ago. ”

A series of strange laughter sounded at dusk, the sound was not loud, and the strange thing was that everyone present could hear it clearly, and then I saw a cyan figure, and in a trance, it appeared from under the ring where Fang Yan was, not Shan Gufeng and anyone else. Fang Yan didn't expect him to come to the scene and say such a thing again, but with Fang Yan's understanding of him, saying this is also in line with his usual character.

Originally, An Yimeng was just ashamed and angry, and when Shan Gufeng said this in public, her face suddenly turned red, and Shan Gufeng's appearance had already been recognized by her, how dare she reply indiscriminately, a pair of beautiful eyes instantly became wet, and she was so aggrieved that she almost cried on the spot. Fang Yan's face was originally calm, and he couldn't help blushing a little at this time, and he didn't know whether he was praising himself or scolding himself when his master spoke like this.

"Uncle Shan, you don't say hello when your old man comes, what kind of system do you have to hide among these disciples? Please ask Uncle Shi to sit on the stage, so as not to let the senior nephew and others lose their rules in front of everyone. A crisp voice came, and I saw that the head of Qianhuan also came nearby at some point, and said to Shan Gufeng with a respectful face.

"No, no, Lao Tzu can see clearly everywhere, and it is more comfortable to stay below. Don't worry about me, you see the excitement, Lao Tzu go and see that kid. As he spoke, Shan Gufeng leaned over to Fang Yan, came to him and stroked his palms and laughed, looking crazy, and saying some crazy things in his mouth. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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