Flicking his fingers and Xingxing's heart was relieved, he laughed cruelly, and shouted: "Look where you are hiding!"

The ever-changing images around it shattered, a fierce wind blew, and the heavens and the earth swirled and restored, creating an empty and distant desert.

A blurry and distorted figure appeared on a pile of sand dunes, and the light around him gradually calmed down, revealing his appearance, which was none other than Qin Yan. He raised his eyes to look, but he didn't see the figure of the star.

Qin Yan was helpless in his heart. The finger picking star is expected, although he has an incomparably powerful divine soul, but he does not have the illusion skills to match, plus it took a lot of energy to kill Gu Wuzhi, and now he is being pressed and beaten by the finger picking star.

As far as the eye could see, since he couldn't see the enemy, he was not in a hurry, he simply sat down cross-legged, intending to slowly recuperate in this desert and regain a little strength.

The desert under the scorching sun can not be called gentle and warm. The high temperature baked Qin Yan, and his skin was sore from the sun, but he was already sweating in a moment. The golden sand reflects the sunlight and is still dazzling even when you close your eyes. He sat cross-legged on the sand, his feet were as hot as a steamer, the strength in his body was rapidly draining, a lot of sweat gushing out, and his whole body was hot. It's like a fish fried in a pan, it's hot inside and out.

This feeling is so real and obvious, which shows that the finger picker star's control of the illusion is getting stronger and stronger.

Qin Yan had no other way but to respond to all changes with the same, close his eyes and recite the scriptures silently, and ignore all the pain around him when the wind was blowing.

Since he had already fallen into the illusion of others one step ahead, he could no longer create a lifeless world to counterattack.

The secret snap of the finger will not allow him to be so comfortable, and the desert under the scorching sun is not always so calm.

Suddenly, a layer of black swept over the sky, and the sun seemed to have dimmed a little, and it was a swirling wind, whistling. It was the wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun, and the sand and dust in it were whistling, like a black giant beast, swallowing Qin Yan in one gulp. And the hard-won desert wind could not cool him any longer, and it was too hot to stop his sweating! A layer of hot sand soon covered the surface of his body, rushed to his mouth and nose, and buried him under a new sand dune.

In this hot sand, Qin Yan seemed to have become a fish in an oil pot, and he couldn't breathe, even if he had the Buddha light to protect his body, he couldn't resist the great power of heaven and earth after all, and the water in his body was squeezed out and slowly fried until it dried up......

From beginning to end, Qin Yan didn't open his eyes to dodge, nor did he move a bit. He didn't want to waste any of his physical strength, but only expanded his senses to the maximum, meticulously experiencing the real pain inflicted on him, and more truly experiencing the wonder and extraordinaryness of this illusory world.

The so-called fantasy technique, of course, is not something that can be constructed out of thin imagination, otherwise for the top martial artists with strong ideas, everyone is an illusionist. The mystery of this can only be realized when one's body and mind are fully engaged in this world and one can enjoy the pain and stimulation of one's own body.

Just when his body cracked and dried up in the hot roasting, and was about to be annihilated in the sand, Qin Yan felt something he had never experienced before:

The network of vitality formed by its own spiritual power is broken away, and the small particles circulate and return to the outer orbit, continuing to devote itself to the confrontation with outsiders...... When he put away his spiritual power, stretched out his divine tentacles, and explored the subtleties of this strange world in a softer way, the mystery of the Illusion Avenue was unconcealed in front of him.

Time was not enough for him to have more and more comprehensive experiences, the scorching abyss was about to swallow up his soul origin, and he had no choice but to try to use a new way of learning to trace back to the original path.

The blazing sand that covered his body quickly dissipated, revealing his almost charred rotten and withered body, without sorrow or joy, he glanced down at himself, and quickly grew and restored on the sand dunes, restoring his original appearance.

The flicking finger picking star in the shadows also seemed to be frightened, and when he used his mana again, he saw that the sun was shifting westward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the yellow sand and thousands of miles of Hanhai no longer had the scorching heat of noon, and became slightly softer.

Qin Yan was indifferent, he had just come into contact with the illusion technique, and he was still not familiar with the use of it, so he was waiting in place for the attack of the finger picking star to see what other means he had.

In the desolate desert, the sunset was obliquely shining, Qin Yan's vision was pulled by an invisible force towards the depths of the long yellow sand, and in an instant, he was sucked into a magnificent temple in the blink of an eye, staying in front of the empty and wide hall, and together with many monks, he was bowing and worshipping a huge statue of a god dozens of feet high in the hall.

He was pulled by an invisible force and was about to bow down, but at this time he snorted coldly in his heart, controlled his body with a powerful divine power, and raised his eyes to look at the huge statue.

The statue was made of gold, with ornate armor and a demon-slaying pestle, and it looked mighty. Qin Yan was like a tiny ant at its feet, which could be stepped on with a single stroke.

Qin Yan stared at the statue for a moment, and saw that its golden eyes turned around, and the posture of holding the demon slaying pestle also changed. This strange movement immediately caused the surrounding believers to be restless, and they knelt down and chanted the names of the gods, and the entire hall suddenly turned into a sea of condensed faith power. Surrounded by this huge power of faith, the idol stepped towards Qin Yan fiercely.

That foot was like a mountain, and the shadow cast completely enveloped the land within tens of meters around Qin Yan. If an ordinary martial artist were to suffer such a catastrophe, I am afraid that he would have already been scared and would have been scared. But Qin Yan only snorted coldly, and his body suddenly emitted a thousand rays of light, indifferently resisting the giant feet of the gods.

"Donkey skills are exhausted!" he said with a smile, "Obviously an ant with half a foot in the grave, but he imagines himself as a god, so he is not afraid of being ridiculed after death?"

As he spoke, his body grew louder and louder, and finally it was like thunder roaring, swirling and exploding in the temple. By this time, he was a head taller than the idol, and with the movement of his feet, he trampled many of the believers into meatloaf, embedded deep in the masonry and stone, and even sank into the blood.

"Look, without these people to give you courage, wouldn't you even dare to play the trick of pretending to be a god and playing ghosts?" Qin Yan grabbed the shoulder of the god statue, pinched its throat with his right hand, and lifted its huge body alive, "Flick your fingers at Brother Xing, how aggrieved you have been hiding all your life, it's better to rest in peace sooner, and vote for a good family in the next life......"