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The ancient Buddhist temple was suffering from a devastating blow. With every tremor, Master Wuhen's body trembled along with it, and the crying and laughing in his heart became more intense.
The mental pollution contained in the sound can cause a Level 7 Overlord to have an emotional breakdown and fall into madness on the spot.
Obviously, the sudden attack disrupted his digestion and promotion to demigod.
As the vibration intensified, soon, a crack appeared in the Buddhist temple like a curtain, and the crack quickly expanded and spread. The entire illusion was torn into pieces, leaving only the golden Buddha, which symbolized Master Wuhen's state of mind, undefeated.
Only those with higher-level illusions can break into the illusionist's illusion. The leader of the Southern School came to the Buddhist temple, and after he disappeared, a new illusion was born. Red magma emerged with bubbles, and the scorching heat distorted the air.
Master Wuhen was in a sea of magma and fire. For the illusion god, the illusion was real, and everything in the illusion was real and equal to reality.
The robe on Master Wuhen melted, revealing his strong body. Then, his lower body carbonized in the molten lava, revealing his white bones.
The bones were immediately burned red. Facing the pain of being burned by the flames, Master Wuhen remained expressionless. He dragged the blackened heart with one hand and grabbed in the air with the other.
A porcelain bottle filled with golden ** condensed.
He raised his head and drank the essence of life. His flesh and blood body, which was about to melt, glowed with golden light and quickly repaired itself. This was also an illusion, but the illusion was reality.
Master Wuhen continued to fuse the black spheres, racing against time.
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Suddenly, a large amount of fire rain streaked across the ineffective gray sky, and meteorites fell and hit Master Wuhen densely.
Master Wuhen didn't even bother to look at it, but instead conjured up a series of earth walls emitting a thick halo, like the tall city walls that only exist in the fairyland, blocking the trajectory of the falling meteorite.
This is not real earth spirit power, but a defense constructed by illusion.
"Boom boom! The thick and solid defensive barriers were broken one after another by the bombardment of meteorites, and the meteor shower was only reduced by one third.
Master Wuhen sighed softly, raised his hand and pointed: "All illusions will return to nothingness. The meteorites that were about to smash him to pieces disappeared into nothingness.
He pointed again, "It is also nothingness."
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The boiling magma was extinguished, and the world returned to pure darkness. In terms of illusion competition, the Southern School Leader was obviously stronger than Master Wuhen. Even though he had already begun to integrate demigod items, he had to use the "nothingness" skill to dissolve the illusion.
In the endless darkness, a sharp sword light appeared, and that sword light was like the dawn that illuminates the night.
The sword light shot out, and it turned out to be a woman flying on a sword. Her facial features were cold and beautiful, her white hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyelashes were also white.
Of course, this was also an illusion by Marshal Baihu. Marshal Baihu controlled the sword light and rushed straight towards Master Wuhen. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, the sharp sword energy had already pierced Master Wuhen so much that he was riddled with holes and his body was covered in blood.
Master Wuhen held the heart in one hand and twisted the air with the other hand, transforming into a kind old man with silver hair.
The old man existed for just one second before he died. This old man was the Lord of the Central Courtyard, the one with the highest status among the five alliance leaders. With Master Wuhen's status, it was not enough to create him.
In the competition among high-level illusionists, illusions need to abide by two rules. One is to follow the logic of reality. Things that exist in reality can be transformed at will, but things that do not exist in reality cannot be presented in the form of illusions.
Furthermore, in reality, earth monsters are defensive professions, so in illusions, earth monsters cannot have high agility and high output.
Second, there are limitations on one’s own level.
The phantom god can transform into people and objects of the same level, but the peak master cannot transform into a demigod-level strongman.
At this time, Baihu Yuan's commander had arrived.
At the critical moment, Master Wuhen figured out a way to resolve the situation. He conjured up a torn quilt and covered himself with it.
The brilliant sword energy was like a streak of silk or a rainbow, carrying the murderous intent of destroying all things, all of which hit the torn quilt, sparking a brilliant sword energy flame.
Master Wuhen, wrapped in a quilt, stood still, a quilt for the faint-hearted!
The rule-based defensive gear in the Domination stage can be indestructible when wrapped in a quilt. No attack in the world can break through the quilt's defense because this is the rule.
Marshal Baihu took a deep look at the torn quilt and it disappeared into the darkness again.
The Southern Sect leader did not continue the attack, as if he had given up and was waiting for the quilt to expire.
Illusions need to conform to the logic of reality. The price of the illusion is the same as the real thing. If Wang Shi Wuhen keeps sleeping in the quilt, he will be permanently sealed by the quilt after a period of time.
The quilt can be used for four hours.
"Lingtuo, why aren't you coming out yet?" A faint and low voice came from the darkness.
The next second, a majestic amount of Yin energy descended and condensed into dark clouds, which stacked and rolled in the sky. Countless hideous ghost faces were looming in the dark clouds.
The sound of ghosts crying echoed throughout the entire illusion space. As soon as this man who specialized in Taiyin Night Wandering God arrived, he turned this illusion into a dense den of ghosts.
A bright and clear full moon rises in the majestic and terrifying black clouds. The bright moonlight breaks through the clouds, bringing silver-like moonlight. Bathed in the moonlight, the vengeful spirits' breath surges, and their hideous faces appear.
Countless pairs of sharp claws were waving and circling above Master Wuhen's head.
Like a hungry hyena.
The moonlight sprinkled on Master Wuhen's body, and the tattered quilt melted like bubbles. It was hidden by the supreme power of the moon.
The evil spirits in the black cloud roared and rushed towards them, like a group of piranhas smelling blood, rushing over one after another.
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"Let me sort it out, sort it out." Zhang Yuanqing sat at the stone table, his thoughts turning rapidly.
According to our ancestors, the end of each profession represents a certain authority in the game, so the musician should correspond to the program that manages potions and resurrection coins and fountain refreshes.
Xuetu is the manager of every map, responsible for the manufacture and synthesis of weapons, the explosion rate of materials and so on.
The Void (Merchant) profession is obviously the trading system of the game. That Wanjie Mall, isn’t it just a store in the game?
Each lawful profession "controls" a program. What authority do the lawful professions of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as those outside the country, represent? What authority does the Night Wanderer manage?
Zhang Yuanqing thought for a few seconds, his eyes lit up. The prophecy of the bright compass was: the sun, moon and stars would return to their positions, the gods sleeping in chaos would wake up, the king sitting high on the throne would lead the gods to restart the war, and the world would enter a new cycle.
Combined with this prophecy, we can actually analyze that Night Wanderer is a planner among many administrators, a planner who can update the version!
As we all know, the third district has not yet been opened. The content of the prophecy in the Compass of Light actually refers to the planning online, version update, and the opening of the third district.
Then all the law-limited professions are in place and the war against the evil camp begins.
So, what role does the evil camp play in the spiritual world? Zhang Haoyuanqing has figured it out by now.
Virus!
The evil profession does not have a demigod stage, which means it has no authority, which means it is not an administrator. In other words, the evil profession is an alien creature.
It's a virus!
In this way, I can unlock most of the secrets of the spirit realm.
The game Lingjing was created in ancient times. Emperor Zhiqiang was the first generation administrator. Players (Earth creatures) continued to upgrade and evolve in the game until one day, a swarm of meteorites hit the earth, bringing viruses. The viruses caused a devastating blow to the ecological balance of Lingjing, leading to the death of Emperor Nuwa, the extinction of ancient monks, and the suspension of Lingjing.
During that catastrophe, Queen Wa built a firewall to temporarily kill the spirit realm virus, but it was not completely killed. The virus was still stubbornly rooted in the spirit realm system, so there were the lawful camp and the evil camp.
Therefore, the struggle between the lawful and evil camps is actually a war between administrators of lawful programming professions and viruses.
Collect the administrator privileges scattered in the Spirit Realm copy, regain control of the game, and then eliminate the virus.
Then the evil career mission is not difficult to guess - stop the administrator and take charge of the Spirit Realm game.
Now, Zhang Yuanqing still has three doubts that have not been solved. Why would the evil profession invest in the Night Wanderer? The Night Wanderer is an orderly profession. Logically, it is born to stand on the side of the administrator and oppose the virus, unless there is a secret behind the Night Wanderer profession.
Second, who developed the game Lingjing?
3. How did the virus come from?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Ancestor Xie.
"Don't look at me. When you marry the girl from Xie family and have a baby, I will tell you all the information," the boy said lightly.
"Why did it become about having a baby again!" Zhang Yuanqing pouted. "After I have a baby, are you going to say wait until I have ten?"
"That won't happen." The boy stretched out his greasy hand, rubbed it on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder and said, "When you and the girl from the Xie family have a baby, I will promise to let your child become the head of the Xie family, but they must have the surname Xie! As for the child you have with other women, they can take your surname."
Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows and finally realized the evil ambition of the ancestor of the Xie family. He wanted to use his bloodline to open up a Night Wandering God branch for the Xie family.
Just imagine, with Yuanshi Tianzun's talent, there will definitely be Night Wandering Gods among his children in the future. The more children are born, the more Night Wandering Gods there will be.
In this way, the Xie family possessed a considerable number of night-wandering gods, and the family's power grew rapidly.
But this old thief is honest and generous. He gives top-level secrets as soon as they are asked. He is much better than those riddlers I have met.
Zhang Yuan Qianqing admired the old ancestor's temperament very much. He was a demigod with whom he could have a deep friendship.
Having solved some of the secrets of the spiritual realm, he was in a very happy mood and no longer thought about the danger of his own death. He raised his glass and said, "Old Ancestor, you will be my ancestor from now on."
Drink, drink. If you marry Little Green Tea and the Palace Master in the future, this person will be your iron ancestor.
Well, before the crab feast ends, I can lick it again, maybe I can get a few bottles of life essence, he said calmly. "By the way, ancestor, I heard that the money master of the Xie Su family is still in the spiritual realm?"
Zhang Yuanqing didn't forget his promise to Little Green Tea. "I heard from Lingxi that Siming Palace is not difficult, and there is a copy strategy. It should have been released long ago. Did he encounter an accident, such as a hidden mission? According to his experience, Siming Palace is a copy that has been conquered, and Xie Su is strong enough, so the only possibility is that the hidden mission was triggered."
The old ancestor said calmly: "Everything is possible!"
This is too perfunctory, Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself.
The boy sneered and said, "Once you enter the dungeon, life and death are determined by fate. It's best if you can come out alive. If you can't come out, that's fate. Don't think about it. Just drink, drink."
As one of the first people to enter the Spirit Realm, he had experienced too many similar things. He had watched his lovers, children, and grandchildren return to the Spirit Realm one after another, and he had long since become indifferent to them. "
"Our ancestors were open-minded and should live in the present." When Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass hypocritically, the two people holding up their glasses looked towards the gate of the courtyard.
The sound of hurried high heels could be heard, followed by Xie Qin's report from outside the door: "Grandpa, the head of the family has returned, and he has something urgent to see you about!"