"What we see is the same, right? What appears in the illusion will be the demons that I don't want to see in my heart. It's okay if they are different, but if they are the same, they are still reflected through the Kunlun mirror. Who is afraid of Chang'an's ability? I can't take it anymore!"
"It's not just that the enchantment is not at the same level as ours, it's even the illusion. It seems that our old thing that has lived for tens of thousands of years can't keep up with a one-year-old baby!"
"The sky is full of fire, almost catching up with my Fengdu hell, the fire is full of strong demonic energy, if this is resentment, how long will it last me!"
Yan Zhuo sat in front of the window, looked at the sunlight outside, stretched out his hands that were so white that no blood could be seen at all, and let the sunlight pass through completely, with a little appreciation in his eyes.
He is very satisfied with his skin color, and he likes the feeling of the sun shining through his hands, which is bloodless. Coupled with a black suit, it can make him stand out even more.
When Yan Zhuo said the last time, his tone was a little regretful.
As for Ming Yan who was sitting opposite, he expressed that he could not understand his deformed aesthetics, besides, Ming Yan's mind was full of the shock of the image just now.
Obviously before, the Seventy-two Illusionland was still beautiful. Although there were various small worlds in the Illusionland, it looked like a peaceful world from the outside.
But now it is like a raging hell, with volcanic eruptions, magma, and giant tumbling flints everywhere.
It's like a disaster movie.
And all these things that can be seen are full of demonic energy, black and red. The main colors in the Seventy-two Illusionary Territory are black and red, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.
Coupled with the fact that everyone thought about the strength gap with Chang'an, it was even more depressing, not to mention Yan Zhuo's self-deprecating, even Bai Ran couldn't accept it in his heart.
That's it, how can we fight
Forget about following Chang'an, this fight may not even see Chang'an's face, it's over!
Don't believe it, according to Chang'an's current ability to arrange illusions, even if Bairan and the others are allowed to break through, it will be crushed without pressure!
Today's Seventy-two Illusory Territory is so full of demon energy that even a god would die if it was contaminated!
Not an exaggeration at all, but a fact.
Immortals practice spiritual power, which can deal with demons, but when demonic energy enters the body, two forces are operating in the body at the same time. Not everyone is Chang'an, not only can they digest it, but they can also use it for their own use.
Besides, it's like a harmful gas, a little bit may be okay, at most it will be a little uncomfortable, plus there is spiritual power to protect the body, but if there is too much, it completely overwhelms the spiritual power, so it is not dead
The Seventy-Two Illusionland is like this now. Bairan and others are already considered the best among the gods, but even they don't have the ability to protect themselves with spiritual power. And die!
This kind of magic energy is like a bag with no ventilation, completely controlling you, there is nowhere to escape, you can only wait for death.
Even if I went in, I really didn't even see each other before I got the boxed lunch.
"Have you ever thought about it, perhaps this was not done by Chang'an?"
"Besides, you also know that Chang'an is just a child. He is a little over one year old. He is different from ordinary children, but he can't do this? Even you are infected...how can there be such a gap?"
"Thinking about it, I feel a little impossible!"
"Didn't you say that Chang'an might be the reincarnation of someone before? Could it be that person really came back, he did it, it's not Chang'an at all!"