Shijie's scenery was blurred for a moment, but it immediately regained its clarity, the old man was obviously frightened, this person who was trapped in illusion, did not have any confused and confused emotions, and commented on everything about his illusion Shijie like a tourist, what kind of opponent is this? However, it's a pity that you have already fallen in, no matter who you are, it will be difficult to leave!

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the dandelions that rose with the wind gradually gathered into a piece, from gray to black, and became bigger and bigger, and instantly turned into a huge tornado, sweeping away this beautiful shijie, and under the lawn that was blown apart, it was all boiling lava shijie, and the magma gushed around Feng Qinglang with teeth and claws, and the speed of the black tornado became faster and faster, rushing towards Feng Qinglang, to turn him into a part of the darkness.

However, Feng Qinglang was still standing in place, looking at the growing black tornado with interest, the old man panicked slightly, and he even encouraged Feng Qinglang in his heart, "Run, run quickly!", once the other party retreated, his mind would be completely lost, and he would completely fall into the shijie of his illusion.

The old man knew that this opponent must have cultivated his mind, and his strength was not bad, he took a deep breath and decided to take out his killer weapon, even if it hurt the origin, he bit the tip of his tongue, and let his spiritual sea boil, and suddenly the sky in the illusion shijie was also completely dim, above the incomparably huge tornado, at the end of the sky, a huge and incomparable blood-colored phoenix, fluttering its wings, it was so mammoth, completely covering the sky and covering the sun, everywhere it went, it completely turned into a blood-colored shijie, if ordinary people saw this desolate beast, I am afraid that they would have already frightened the six gods without a master。

However, Feng Qinglang still did not retreat, but just swiped into the ground, and the earth had already cracked a ravine, isolating the tornado that was about to arrive on the other side of the ravine.

Under his feet, the grass was reborn, the magma gradually receded, and the breath of spring reappeared, so that the two sides of the ravine seemed to become two shijie, one side was as terrifying as hell, and the other was spring on the earth, like a fairyland on earth.

The old man was even more shocked in his heart, this was not the shijie he created, could it be that at this critical moment, he actually went mad, and the illusion shijie was completely out of control?

Feng Qinglang gave an explanation, looked up at the blood-colored phoenix that swooped down from the firmament, and said calmly: "I forgot to say, in fact, I am also an illusionist!"

As soon as he swiped towards the sky, the sky cracked an incomparably huge opening, and the blue water surged down, forming a huge waterfall that fell from the sky, and just like that, he threw himself down on the blood-colored phoenix, and the boiling blood collided with the water droplets, making a zizi sound, like a red-hot coal being poured with water, all of which was the breath of gunsmoke.

The phoenix has become a soup chicken, with the impact of the waterfall, it has become smaller and smaller, when the phoenix hits in front of Feng Qinglang, it is just a small firebird, Feng Qinglang patted it casually, blew lightly, and it was already in ashes.

The waterfall rushed down the ravine, and soon filled it up, turning into a vast river that began to flow eastward.

The old man hiding in the dark depths of this shijie was completely stunned, the other party was really an illusionist, and the level was higher than him, and his understanding of illusion was probably far above him.

He no longer had the heart to fight in his heart, he just wanted to sneak away, but an invisible big hand crossed time and space, picked him up at once, and mentioned Feng Qinglang in front of him, Feng Qinglang still had a calm face, and he didn't think that it was a great thing to defeat this illusion power, but he said lightly: "Your Excellency, originally I just wanted to pass by, but you provoked me, so, I want to know everything about you! Don't try to commit suicide in vain, you can't do it! I don't want to see you hard-mouthed, because I don't want to bully the old man, see the big river under my feet?" It can turn into a river of lava at any time, and if you don't tell me, you'll be bathing in it for a long time!"

“......”

Just as the old illusionist's face was cloudy, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the distance, as if the earth had collapsed at the end of Shijie

Feng Qinglang's brows couldn't help frowning, he knew that this was actually just in reality, and a demonic wall not far from him was closed again.

He had expected that along the way, there must be a demonic wall behind him that had been closed again, but it was the first time he had heard the sound of it closing, and he couldn't be happy.

When the old illusionist's eyes rolled, he found that in the rumbling sound, the blue and clear water under his feet had turned into a boiling river of lava, red as the color of blood, and there were unknown creatures swimming secretly, occasionally poking their heads out and cracking their mouths at the old illusionist, whose jagged teeth were really terrifying.

Don't offend the illusionist, the so-called life is better than death in reality, there is an end, but the illusionist's shijie may pull this end to infinity.

The old illusionist said in a trembling voice, "Say, I'll tell you everything!"

Feng Qinglang was expressionless, threw him into the lava river, and commented: "No, you weren't ready to say it, you just figured out how to lie to me." ”

After a long time......

The old man was picked up from the lava again by Feng Qinglang, his eyes had completely stopped wandering, and he said weakly: "I am from the Doom Tribe, we are prepared......

“......”

Detached from the illusion of shijie, in fact, the reality shijie was only a moment later, Feng Qinglang looked back, and sure enough, the magic pattern wall closest to him was closed again, this was a mistake made by the predecessor when he opened it, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he couldn't do anything.

Every time I stood in front of the Devil's Wall, I saw puzzles with clear clues, but the first time I stood behind the Devil's Wall, there was a cold sense of despair, and the rough stone surface did not have the slightest gap.

Maybe you can consider brute force cracking, but this is not only a waste of Liliang in the spiritual sea, but it may also affect the overall situation, and the worst may be that the entire underground palace will also collapse.

Feng Qinglang studied it for a while, and confirmed that he couldn't use his skills to open it behind the Demon Pattern Wall, so he didn't bother anymore and continued to move forward.

After walking for a long time, there was no more demonic wall to close, and there were more and more corpses on the ground, and the battle obviously happened not long ago.

Feng Qinglang knew that this was the handiwork of the Doom Tribe, and taking advantage of the fact that part of the Demon Pattern Wall was closed, they wanted to independently break through this underground palace and take away the treasure suspected to be the Night Emperor's Heavenly Mausoleum.

In this way, there are many forks in the left half of the dungeon, and in the second half of the road, they are gradually connected, Feng Qinglang silently remembered the route, and began to consciously go backwards, searching for other passages, because there is a large number of blade collisions in the front, and there is also a magic liliang, the people of the Doom Tribe are clearing the wasteland, and it is impossible for Beatrice to be there.

Finally, after more than half an hour, it was another fork in the road, the direction of the left wing of the underground palace, Feng Qinglang finally found Beatrice, but she was alone, but Lan Xiaofeng and other team members were missing.

At this time, she was much less composed, with a hint of anxiety between her eyebrows, and there were many bones of dead creatures under her feet, obviously after a battle, she was next to the wall, and from time to time she looked in the direction of a closed magic wall in front of her.

Feng Qinglang followed her gaze, there was a huge amount of dead creatures piled up there, it should be that when the Doom Tribe cleaned up this area before, they deliberately drove away some of the dead creatures as a "road closure", even if the Holy Spirit People entered again, it would take a lot of effort to clean up.

"Are you okay?" Feng Qinglang asked with a smile.

Coming from behind her so quietly and silently, Beatrice was startled, and when she saw that it was Feng Qinglang, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Why are you here too?"

"Looking for you!"

The answer was very simple, and Beatrice couldn't help but be moved in her heart, he must have paid a lot of hardship to find himself in such an intricate labyrinth...... The ordinary face in front of him is also softer and more pleasing to the eye than usual.

But she was dissatisfied: "You scared me! I walked without making a sound!"

Feng Qinglang smiled: "If I have a sound when I walk, then I will definitely not be able to get here now...... How did you get in?"