Vol 5 Chapter 290: Son of the **** of fantasy

.p:1, remember the tower of the gods, a very important place. 2, the weather is cold, prevent colds, a leaf ... Oh, it is a fire has been recruited.
The appearance of these several Northern Emperors also means the beginning of this Tianchen Magic Wu Conference. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed subtly. Although Yan Xizhen is a North Emperor, but there are very few people who know him. The top powerhouses here are only a few people who know him. Even Yan Xizhen did not expect that someone here would know his name and identity. The reason why he appears here is naturally to see the world's strong. Generally speaking, no matter whether it is the Southern Emperor or the Northern Emperor, they will not participate in the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference. In the past, it has been so many times, at most, there will be so many people watching the battle. I don't know if I don't want to involve the secular world, or... I don't need to be disdainful.
In the twenty-five-year period, the unparalleled Magic Wu Conference has no gorgeous stage, and there is no language like the fancy opening words. For the real strong, these are redundant cumbersome. Among the four old people, the leader, and the oldest person, slowly walked forward in the gaze of the crowd, and stopped until they were in the middle position. They turned their backs and swayed their eyes. After moving around for a while, Shen Sheng said: "You are the hero of the world, the old man is the emperor of the Northern Emperor's precepts, and the old man does not want to say more. It is here to offer ugliness and teach you heroes."
After that, he slowly raised his hands and cast a faint red light on his palms.
The Magic Wu Conference, where the world's top masters gather, can only be suppressed by the Southern Emperor or the Northern Emperor. In addition to these testimonies, these Southern Emperor and the Northern Emperor Zongzhong, or the opening of each Tianchen Magic Wu Conference, will be the first master and master matchup.
Yan Zheng, the emperor of the Northern Emperor's precepts, and from the perspective of dress, the other three old people with him should also be precepts elders, this inflammation is also the highest among the four old people. The name of Yan Zheng has never been heard of, and no one of these people has ever seen him, but no one dares to succumb to him. Being able to become a presbyterian elder in the Northern Emperor Sect, it is self-evident.
There are very few Tianchen continents that can reach the level of heaven, and the average of the four countries will not exceed ten. Of course, this data is only recognized as the celestial master. In the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect - most people know that the sum of these two great powers of the heavenly masters must be combined with the sum of the heavenly masters recognized by the four countries.
And this unknown North Emperor Zong Yanzheng, from his momentum outside this time is not difficult to see, his cultivation, clearly has reached the level of the monstrous. The URL is, at least, the middle level of the day.
In the last Tianchen Magic Wu Conference, Nan Huangzong sent a similarly unknown figure, a middle-aged man of about 50s, with a high-level spiritual cultivation, and forced to heaven. The Northern Emperor Sect, directly sent a master of the heavens to start the first game, and suddenly let the hearts of the many spiritual elites who felt the big gap from the momentum suddenly and shocked.
Chu Jingtian can't wait to go forward, but see Yan Tianwei and Yan Guanghong have no intention to shoot, cold cliff is like an ice sculpture, it doesn't move, he suddenly feels that there is no bottom in his heart, and he narrows his neck. Go back.
In the silent silence, a figure appeared in front of Yan Zheng with a strange and unpredictable attitude, and he looked at him silently. He hasn't spoken yet, but he listens to Yan Zheng said: "The son of Kwai Shui's phantom Wushu, Wu Sansi! Weizheng Kui Shui southwest, no one dares to provoke."
The man squinted and said: "It’s the Northern Emperor Sect, and it’s really magical."
There is not much to know about the name Wu Sisi. However, the name of "the son of the illusion of the gods" made the eyes of the people look at him suddenly. Some people who were languid have begun to observe this person. This is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is of medium build, slightly thin, and has no outstanding appearance. It is a kind of one that is hard to recognize when he is thrown into a pile of people. Everyone remembered his looks and his name.
"He is not the uncle who talked to us just now, the magical martial arts? Is it very powerful?" asked the four scorpions to poke the inflammation.
Chu Jingtian has already opened his mouth at this time, whispering: "He...he turned out to be the son of the illusion!"
"Oh? Have you heard his name?" asked Yan Yan's face with interest.
Chu Jingtian shook his head: "I have never heard of it, but I often hear the name of the magical monk. When I was very young, my grandfather often mentioned him to me, saying that the monk is the one he met most in this life. The opponent of the headache, he not only has the sensibility and degree of horror, but the most terrible is his unpredictable illusion. Twenty-five years ago, when my grandfather and he played against him, he could already confuse thirty-six. The illusion of being difficult to distinguish between true and false, now, must become even more terrible. And this person is the son of the illusion of the gods, and he must be as powerful as the illusion of twenty-five years ago."
Yan Biao nodded, then shook his head slightly, whispered: "The power of the magical god, can be a 'God' word, but the conditions required to become God are too harsh, not everyone is qualified to become God, Although this person is a master, he is still the son of the of fantasy, but he can't be the second god, at least not yet."
"Oh?" Chu Jingtian looked surprised.
"Twenty-five years ago, the sorcerer's monk was similar to your age at this time, and you have already been able to illusion the 36th illusion of the gods, and let the old man see it. Do you have the magical of the year? True posture." Yan is raising his hands and releasing a burning pressure.
Wu Sansi also raised his hands. He never used any swords in his life: "My father's talent is a thousand years, and I don't dare to compare with my father, but I will never lose my face to my father... Let's start."
The sound fell, his body swayed a little, the movements of the body, and the expression were completely fixed there, motionless.
At this time, Yan Zheng was suddenly moving his eyes, glanced at his upper left, and his right palm snapped up. It doesn't move, it's amazing, and a burning power instantly gathers into a rotating invisible air wave, and it goes away.
The water jade works of the Southern Emperor Sect and the souls of the Northern Emperor Sects are cultivated by ordinary people. They are just ordinary exercises. Apart from some unique tricks, there is nothing special about it. However, if you cultivate by the people who have the blood of the Northern Emperor or the Southern Emperor, you can excite the divine power contained in the blood. It can be said to do more with less. After the success, the power derived from the blood is as good as blood. It is very free to control, and it is free.
Wu Sansi’s body disappeared like this in the air, and his figure appeared in the direction of Yan’s swaying, facing the burning waves, and he had to avoid the frontal palms. He slammed against it. A muffled sound, Yan Zheng body swayed, Wu Sansi's body in the air to turn two heads, floating down, his face dignified.
"You don't have to be surprised. The old man has heard about the illusion of the illusion of the illusion of God. Just be prepared, so you can be safe. Otherwise, if the old man responds for the first time, he will suffer a big loss." Yan is looking at him, no face Said the expression.
The afterimage of the afterimage is exactly what Wu Sansi had just seen before, but he has already moved elsewhere and volleyed. This is naturally not as fast as a teleport, so that the afterimage is too late to disappear, but a perfect combination of degree and hidden breath, a bit like a blind trick, a special trick. However, if you are seen and counterattacked, you will be confused.
After the temptation of this round, Wu Sansi's face became more and more dignified. He took a breath and then his eyebrows sank. He slowly held his breath and stepped forward, slowly moving forward one step. This slow advancement, behind him, pulled out a virtual shadow that should not appear.
Moving one step further, the phantom became more and more obvious, and when he took the third step, the phantom was completely formed - instead of being like a ghost, but another followed by Wu Sansi general. As he progressed, another illusory image appeared behind him... Wu Sansi half-squinted and approached Yan Zheng with a ""-shaped route, and the illusory chaos that alternated constantly alternated. The footsteps are more imaginary and floating, and people simply cannot identify which one is his original body. In this chaos, the true and false images that were originally overlapped are suddenly separated far apart, and they are divided into seven identical Wusisi, all of which are lightning-fast and rushing toward a heavy face.
This is by no means a virtual shadow caused by a very high degree of ecstasy, but it is not known to use any weird method to create a magical body that looks like a real body. This is also the monk's stunt of the mythical figure of the Kui Shui country. How these illusions are formed is still untouched. In the face of the illusion, most people will lose their minds in the first place, and then they will be in a hurry. The monk may not be the strongest among the four great gods, but the other three most unwilling to play against.
"This is the "magic illusion" of the goddess that the grandfather said? It is as hard as the real person, it is difficult to distinguish!" Chu Jingtian stared at the ones of the three martial arts figures, the heart was amazing, it felt like Looking at the tricks in general. But let him think about it, and can't think of how these illusions appeared.
One, two, three... seven, seven fantasy! Although it is far from being comparable to the 36th illusion of the illusion of the gods, it is amazing enough. Some up-and-coming talents who have never seen a phantom have their eyes wide open.
Seven true and false figures attacked Yan Yan from different directions. Yan can avoid it at this time, but he can also fight back, but if he avoids or counterattacks in the wrong direction, the only consequence is the beating of the beggar... However, in the face of these seven impending shadows, he did not move. Move, but suddenly a low drink, a layer of red light suddenly appeared on the surface of the body, a hot and terrible air wave was also transmitted far away with the strong suppression of the air. It is not "inflammation" that the practice of the soul is not practiced. Even if it is cultivated to the peak, it will not produce the temperature of redness. However, the strange heat generated by the soul of the explosion has a terrible degree of transmission, short. It can be all around.
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