Wang Xinchao was one of the team leaders under the Vanguard Army of the Promise Sect. The nine monks under his hand, like him, were all in the Shaking Light Realm. Among them, the Wang Xin Dynasty has the highest realm, the fifth grade of Lotus Terrace. He was able to rise from the elementary level of shaking light to the fifth-rank level in seven years, entirely because he was brave in battle, made countless merits, and received a lot of rewards. He has participated in the hunting of various large sea beasts, and has also formed a strong defense line with countless Promise Sect disciples to resist the attack of the dominant group, and even rampaged on the Longsang battlefield, as if into the land of no one. But this is the first time fighting against the spirit race, and never thought that it would be like this when fighting against the spirit race. The moment he rushed into the cemetery, a strange world appeared before his eyes. It is obviously a gloomy and gloomy mist, but after entering it, it blooms with thousands of colors, and it is so strange that it makes people dizzy. It is as if there are countless colorful bubbles appearing in front of the eyes. A bubble is a world. Through those bubbles, Wang Xinchao saw countless scenes. There was a prosperous capital city, people coming and going, there were mountains and ridges, the cold wind was raging, the ocean was raging with gusts, and there were dark dense forests and shadows whirling... What is going on? Everyone was in consternation, and one of the bubbles had suddenly increased and rolled towards them. So the next moment, Wang Xinchao and the ten-member team arrived in a dark dense forest in a blink of an eye. "Welcome to my lonely country!" A sullen and enchanting laughter rang out, making people wonder where it was. "Hmph, ghost tricks." Wang Xinchao snorted disdainfully. "Be careful, this is an illusion." Someone who understands the methods of the Spirit Race said. The spirit race is a race with both source power and spiritual power. If only in terms of talent, it is indeed the most intelligent race, which enables them to have powerful abilities in both source skills and spiritual means. After the Spirit Race took advantage of this advantage, they formed their unique tactics: the secret war in the fantasy country. The secret warfare of the fantasy country is a war method that almost every spirit race masters. Its core is to use its own powerful spiritual power and source power to create a super illusion, hide yourself and fight against the opponent with the help of the illusion. The spirit races are not good at face-to-face duels. Their small numbers and weak physical bodies make them destined to be assassins and dark wizards. But as long as the enemy dares to enter their domain, they will face endless evil and terror. At that time, An Siyuan, as a shaker, led hundreds of elite soldiers, was helpless in the face of an inferior spirit race, because of the opponent's tactics. Once entering the illusion at this moment, everyone is equal to being cut off from others. In the illusion, what you see and feel is only the content of this illusion world. Even if the other people are around, the illusion is not broken, but the illusion is not broken. The most frightening thing is that the entire Tomoncado cemetery is full of this kind of illusion. More than five hundred spirit races, that is, more than five hundred illusions, exist in an area at the same time, overlapping and overlapping, but not interfering with each other, and this is due to the unique ability of spirit races. As soon as the vanguard of the Promise Sect entered the cemetery, they were drawn into these more than five hundred illusions. They were divided and isolated, and their war superiority disappeared. All that was left was to fight on their own. This is the spirit race. If I can't beat you in the frontal battlefield, I will drag you to the same level as me, and then use my rich experience to defeat you! At this moment, the Wang Xinchao team entered the illusion of a spirit race. Seeing dense forest all around, there was no trace of anger. Wang Xinchao said: "Everyone, be careful, that spirit race should be in the illusion. He is hidden, we find him, kill him, the illusion will be broken." "How to find? This place looks like a ghost." "Don't worry. The real thing in the illusion method is not the real thing at all. It's just caused by the opponent using the source force to deceive my senses. But the fake is fake. You can't look at the plants and trees here are lifelike, but you will find that you will find it carefully. , Every grass is a look, and every tree is a look. This is because they are all transformed. Since they are transformed, the creator of the illusion must build this illusion by himself. The project is too big. , Manpower is not enough, so the opponent can only try to make tricks, such as using the image of a tree to create thousands of woods, a grass turns into a sea of grass, and a drop of water turns into a sea of water, all of this." A young monk said. His name is Wen Hai, and he knows a little bit about the battle. "It turns out that this is the case, how do you tell?" someone asked. "Simple, the fake can't be true, and the real can't be fake. In this false world, the real existence is not in the false. So as long as you are good at observation, you can still find clues. The world breaks the illusion. There are no three methods. The first is relying on the knowledge of formations, the second is relying on strength, regardless of the source force’s spiritual strength, but this requires a huge difference in strength. The third is this, through observation, if If the opponent's illusion is not perfect, then you can always find opportunities." Wen Hai said confidently. That was so, everyone suddenly realized. "Jie Jie Jie Jie, that's good." The spirit race's voice sounded low again: "But the premise is, do you have a chance to break the formation?" Wen Hai replied proudly, "I'm already broken." "Oh? "Everyone was surprised. Wen Hai already pointed to the front and said: "Look at that tree, the tree is thick and it is obviously different from the surrounding trees. I'm sure that there is someone hiding behind that tree." Upon hearing this, everyone shot at the same time. I don't know how many powerful attacks blasted the tree. But with the use of these source technologies, they entered the sea like a mud cow, and did not see any feedback. Everyone was in shock, when Wang Xinchao yelled suddenly, raising his sledgehammer and blasting at the back of one person. The monk reacted quickly, seeing Wang Xinchao doing this, he had activated the magic shield in time, and rushed forward at full speed. But it was still a step slower. boom! A flaming palm was pressed behind Wen Hai, Wen Hai howled in pain and fell out, and a raging flame suddenly rose up all over his body. At this time, everyone saw that a red shadow had appeared behind Wen Hai, unable to see people clearly, only a red palm slowly retracted, with a strong killing intent. "Be careful, it's a spirit servant!" someone has already called. The one who just shot was a servant controlled by the Spirit Race, who should have cultivated some powerful palm-type secret skills, and severely injured a Shaking Lightman with a single palm. Everyone rushed towards the spirit servant at the same time. Now that the spirit servant appeared, it was impossible to disappear. But as a spiritual servant, he didn't fear death, so he greeted him with a crowd of enemies. After this Spirit Servant was strengthened by Qi Qi, the speed was not fast, but the whole body was as strong as steel. With the power of the Promise Sect disciple shaking the light realm, slashing on him, it turned out to be like a golden stone, flashing one after another. But even if it is a golden stone, a strong player at the shaking light level can break it for you. "Gold finger hole!" "Suiyu fist!" "Deglaciation palm!" "Yan Rong leg!" "Magic hammer to kill!" All sorts of cheats have to learn to kill brings up, broke out at the same time, the moment the Spirit servant dare explosion . "Oh, that's amazing. But what about that? I will kill you one by one!" The voice of the spirit clan ghost is still coming and going. As he spoke, more than a dozen spirit servants suddenly appeared around him, rushing towards them at the same time. Everyone was resisting, Wen Hai reluctantly yelled: "Don't be fooled, it's an illusion." Numerous source abilities have already exploded. Sure enough, the figure shattered in an instant, but it was just an illusion. At this moment, the mutation re-emerged, but this time it was underground. A spirit servant suddenly sprang out and pierced the sole of the foot of a disciple of the Promise Sect. The disciple almost fainted. Although the spirit servant was killed by everyone in the next instant, the team also severely injured two people one after another. Immediately there was a large frost-covered area, and the green jungle turned into an icy and snowy illusion in an instant. The cold wind rustled and froze everything, making it difficult for everyone to move. Then a large number of spirit servants rushed. Everyone guessed it was an illusion, and was about to ignore it, but saw one of them pierced a sword light, piercing the chest of another Promise Sect disciple. Everyone fought back, and the spirit servant shattered together with the other human figures, but it turned out that this time it was true and false. Taking advantage of the changes in reality and fictitiousness, the spirit race kept sending spirit servants to assassinate the target. Although every time his soul servant died on the spot, the team members were often seriously injured. Moreover, the methods of the spirit race are weird, and the wounded by them will often adhere to the cold energy in the wound. If this energy is not driven away, even if it is shaken, it will not be able to heal itself. In just a moment of effort, most of the Promise Sect disciples have fallen in this illusion, and the same number of spirit servants accompanied their deaths. In the end, Wang Xinchao was left alone, standing intact, but he was also out of breath, a little untenable, and several wounds appeared on his body. "Hahahaha, what if there are many others? In my lonely country, there is only death. Oh, I forgot to tell you, as long as a moment later, if your injury cannot be healed, it will be completely impossible to recover. . If you drag it for a longer period of time and bring the Yin Qi into your body, you will die completely!" The spirit race said with a laugh. Wang Xinchao glanced at the wound on his body. Under the influence of the cold energy, his body became heavier and heavier, and the sledgehammer was a little unable to move. call! Another wave of spirit servants attacked. Obviously knowing it was an illusion, but when he was not sure whether there were real spiritual servants, Wang Xinchao could only fight back. And just as he smashed the group of illusions, a cold voice sounded behind him. "Xuan Bingsha!" Kacha. A large patch of ice and snow formed on Wang Xinchao's body. He looked down and saw a transparent palm pressing on his abdomen. Spirit Race! This guy finally appeared. A blow was successful, and before Wang Xinchao could react, the spirit race had already drifted away. He was cautious enough to float in the air and laughed: "You human races did not know where they came from. You have a cultivation base in an empty space, but your strength is terribly low, and you have almost no combat experience. Even if there are ten of them. What about the crowd? Isn't it all killed by me?" At this time, the ten-man team was seriously injured, and it seemed that they were incapable of fighting. Wang Xinchao looked at him coldly: "You are finally willing to come out." His tone was cold. Ok? The spirit race was startled. However, Wang Xinchao slowly took out a bottle, which looked like a wine bottle. Taking a sip from the bottle, the coldness of the whole body began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the cold energy from the wound. Not only him, but even the people who had fallen on the ground before took out bottles and drank "wine" one by one. As they drank, the yin spirit that had previously lingered on them was dispersed. "What? How could this be?" Wang Xinchao slowly said: "The suzerain has invented a lot of good things to deal with the spirit race. There is one kind of fighting against spiritual slavery, and this kind of resolving the coldness of the spirit race is also one. Not like this... Do you really think we are so easy to get hurt?" If ten people beat one person, even if there is no medicine, the Promise Sect can win, but it is inevitable to pay the price. With this kind of medicine, Wang Xinchao and the others could solve the strength of the spirit race one by one in the simplest way. In the end, even the spirit race was tricked out, and the fight was much easier. At this moment, the yin qi was gone, everyone recovered quickly, and ten people had surrounded the spirit race. Wang Xinchao raised his sledgehammer: "Prison Demon Killing Hammer!" Boom!