At the same time, there were many more people on the stage, and with hostile looks in their eyes, they told Feng Qinglang not to have illusions, and the next step was definitely not an open class of illusions, and there were several temporary students who appeared in the illusion class.

The front row of the opera house has been changed to the referee's seat, Dongfang Pei, who is the referee, sits in the middle, cross-legged without manners, yawning, in a state of fugue, among the ordinary referees on both sides of him, Feng Qinglang saw two or three vaguely familiar faces, it should be the referee representatives sent by the Academy Alliance, most of these people pretend to be dignified, condensing the atmosphere of authority, but because of the existence of Dongfang Pei, they have a solemn appearance, as if it is just to set off the existence of the referee.

A total of sixty contestants, draw lots and position, sit around the center of the stage on the edge of the huge round table, the center of the round table, is the legendary phantom wood porcelain plate, looks ordinary, much larger than the ordinary plate, covered with a layer of frosted texture of black yarn, I don't know what kind of magic pattern is imprinted on it, at this time, it is already in a preheating state, floating in the void of thirty centimeters, standing obliquely at a forty-five degree angle, slowly rotating counterclockwise, ordinary people look at it for a long time, it is natural to have a sense of dizziness.

But most of the people sitting around the round table were illusionists who were famous and moved, and they couldn't help but pay attention to this ancient magic weapon.

Escorted by two black-clothed bodyguards, a waiter came to the round table with a pitch-black box, and the three representatives of the alliance adjudication committee took out their respective keys together and opened the box together.

The manual was quickly distributed to the hands of all contestants, and Feng Qinglang quickly flipped through it, and his eyes couldn't help but light up

The illusionist shijie's competition is the most flexible, and in the fantasy shijie, there are many less realistic constraints and constraints, and the emphasis is on doing what you want and moving at will.

This time, because of the existence of the phantom wood porcelain plate, Dabi can deduce an overhead shijie, which is bound to add rules and basic frameworks.

In the usual illusionist competition, as soon as most people enter, they are basically the gods and masters inside, each with their own spiritual power, to compete for superiority

But now, they will be bound by the Phantom Wood Porcelain Plate, and once they enter, they will just be ordinary creatures, and then with their own efforts and means, they will obtain the godhead inside, ignite the divine fire, and become the gods inside...... Once you fall, you will be immediately expelled from the field. In the end, according to the order of expulsion, the seats of the illusion competition were arranged.

If the first one is eliminated, it will be the sixtieth place, and one point will be obtained, and the first place will be the first place, and the points will be sixty points.

The superimposed bonus points of the three representatives of each family are the final points of the family, and then according to this score, the ranking of the illusion competition is determined.

Feng Qinglang secretly observed the expressions of everyone around him, especially his two teammates, Ximu was wearing reading glasses, but he still had kind eyes, no surprise or joy, and he didn't know what he was thinking; Xiao Mo frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied, why is the topic of the phantom wood porcelain plate completely different from the previous times. And the look of the ink is exactly the expression of most people, illusionists like new things, but they never want to appear on such a stage where they can decide their fate and wealth.

A young man sitting next to Feng Qinglang, I don't know which family's genius, this time he was entrusted with a heavy task and sent to the stage, now he can't hide his nervousness at all, his right hand clenched his fist, his left hand flips through the test manual, and he still reads something in his mouth, as if he wants to imprint every rule into his mind, Feng Qinglang believes that if his clenched fist is opened, it must be full of sweat.

These manuals were also sent to the audience one by one, for those who knew a little about illusion, many of the rules in them were really cloudy and foggy, and they didn't know why, but Dongfang Pei was obviously not among them, and he also read them quickly, and secretly winked at Feng Qinglang on the stage to show him good luck.

Feng Qinglang secretly smiled bitterly, if Di Allen's sculpture appeared again in a haodeshijie that had already been erected, how shocking would it be......

As if reading Feng Qinglang's heart, Dongfang Pei shook his head slightly, saying that he didn't have to worry, Feng Qinglang understood what the other party meant, if Di Allen's sculpture was only a part of his own spiritual sea, then theoretically it should not be mapped to other spiritual seas. It's equivalent to something in your own home, no matter how shocking it looks, you shouldn't be able to see it when you go to someone else's house.

The old man in the middle of the three representatives of the Hidden Family Ruling Council took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "In the name of the sages, the Hidden Family Contest has officially started the first round of the Hidden Family Competition, and the illusion invites all the contestants to enter the Phantom Wood Porcelain Plate with spiritual power."

The voice was concise and powerful, and as soon as the words fell, the colorful spiritual power immediately surged out, rushing towards the phantom wood porcelain plate, Feng Qinglang deliberately slowed down a line, so as to observe the way other people's spirits operate, even if it was just a spied out, it was a little advantage.

The surrounding brilliance quickly dissipated, and the phantom wood porcelain plate seemed to have gained vitality, the rotation speed was significantly faster, and the colorful colors faintly seeped out of the black veil.

The contestants on the edge of the round table seemed to be in a state of distraction, and their movements were frozen, and they could only judge their joys, sorrows and sorrows from the expressions on their faces.

The three members of the adjudication committee stood around the round table, standing on guard.

A large number of black-clothed guards lined up into the stage and surrounded the round table so as not to disturb the progress of the competition due to unknown factors, and around the stage, there were many secret whistles watching.

The periphery of the opera house, and even the entire clubhouse, quietly entered the first-level alert state almost at the same time after receiving the signal from inside.

Illusion shijie.

Feng Qinglang woke up from a chaotic and dazed state, and the first thing he saw was the incomparably magnificent starry sky, which coincided with the trajectory of a meteor, crossing the edge of the golden moon, and quickly pulling out a magnificent dividing line for the night sky.

It's beautiful...... This was the first thought that arose in his state of ignorance, and then, a strong panic surged into his heart, who am I, where am I?

This panic almost broke his consciousness, he hurriedly and instinctively calmed himself down, he found himself lying on his back, so he struggled to get up, and looked forward, it was an endless white expanse, not snow, the moonlight reflected in him clearly saw that this place was all white bones, this is an endless land of skeletons

He lowered his head and tried to observe himself, but found that his neck was very inflexible, and it took a lot of effort to complete the action of bowing his head, and when he saw himself clearly, and by the way he adapted to the way his neck was forced, a sense of uncontrollable comical suddenly came up, he turned out to be a skeleton snow-white, and it could also reflect the light of the stars in the night sky

But then, he couldn't help but think again, who the hell am I? Where the hell is this?

The sense of danger that was about to collapse his consciousness rose again, Feng Qinglang hurriedly stopped this kind of thinking, he instinctively felt that he couldn't think too much about this problem now.

Looking to the left and right, I saw that many skeletons were also slowly getting up, but more often than not, the blue-purple flames in the skeletons' eyes had just ignited, and then extinguished again.

Some skeletons are in the process of climbing, the flames are dim, not enough to support their bodies, and they fall down again, unlucky to be hode skeletons, directly after falling apart, completely losing hope of resurrection.

I don't know why, he realized that someone was summoning the undead and wanted to gather an army of skeletons?