Wang Xuan opened his eyes, his forehead and face felt cool, and the burning pain brought by the red substance was gone. He looked at the two people in front of him.
"Here it comes again. Do you really think that my memory has been erased?" He glanced at the terrible meteorite passage. Above the rock wall, the magic flower was only one or two places away. It was really not far away.
"Hurry up and get up." Demon Lord Yanyan spoke, her red dress was burnt to pieces.
Wang Xuan pushed her away without any hesitation and even grabbed her snow-white and delicate wrist, trying to throw her aside.
However, he failed to throw it, but was picked up instead, and a white fist enlarged, about to hit him in the face.
With a bang, Fang Yuzhu reached out and grabbed the wrist of the demon lord Yanyan to stop this scene.
Wang Xuan felt the wind from the fist hitting his face, causing severe pain. The roar that was so close could cause extremely terrible destructive power.
"It looks just like the real thing." He remained calm. This wasn't his first time in this place. Did he still want to deceive him with an illusion? What a joke!
Then, he calmly and leisurely stretched out his hand, waved it in front of the demon master, and said, "Wake up, you are just a puppet."
The scene suddenly fell silent. Demon Lord Yanyan seemed a little surprised and found it unbelievable. Then, while she was in a daze, a hand suddenly pinched her face.
"You know what, this dream is quite real. The demon lord's face is white, crystal clear, and quite elastic. I haven't seen her perform the fairy dance in reality. How about you perform it here?" Wang Xuan said calmly.
The passage was deathly quiet, with no sound at all. Only horrifying red granules were floating down from above, burning him severely.
"This kid... is crazy!" Not far away, someone finally spoke in the red fog. It was Zhang Daoling.
Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "Old Zhang, I'm sorry. Maybe I often think of you in my heart, so you appear more frequently in the illusion."
The scene was weird. The demon lord's face turned from pale to murderous. He raised his right hand instantly, as if he was going to slap Wang Xuan to death with one slap.
"He just woke up and is still a little dazed." Fang Yuzhu spoke and quickly stopped her.
Not far away, Qi Yi, Demon Ancestor, Qi Teng, Netherblood Sect Leader, and Zheng Yuantian were all badly burned, but they all had strange expressions on their faces as they looked at Wang Xuan.
"Heh, the scene is exactly the same as when I left last time. Who is he trying to fool?" Wang Xuan didn't find it funny at all. He thought that Mohua underestimated him and it actually continued with his last dream.
Is this going to turn into a TV series? He was annoyed and said, "Can you be more professional and fool me with a real scene?"
He discovered that the magic flower paid great attention to details. Even the environment had not changed, it was exactly the same. The position of the suspended meteorites was presented in the same way as last time.
As for the conditions of those people and all the subtle details, they are so accurate and seem too real.
For a moment, Wang Xuan was shaken. Could it be that the real person had come? He shook his head. It was impossible.
He bit the fruit of the First Fairy Tea Tree in his mouth, and then the iron chisel in his hand collided with the stove cover, making a crisp and real sound, in order to wake himself up and get out of the dream.
In fact, as the light around him faded, he felt completely clear-headed and awake, but why were those figures still there? They were all looking at him, with precise facial expressions and different eyes.
"He is crazy. There is no point in keeping him. Let's kill him." Demon Ancestor Qi Yi said.
Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "Old Qi, I beat your schizophrenic son into submission and he calls me uncle."
After he finished speaking, he smiled. Even if it was an illusion, so what? He could usually chat with anyone, so now he didn't mind talking a little more.
"Just crush him to death." Zheng Yuantian spoke, his whole body covered with armor.
Wang Xuan glanced at him and said, "Old Zheng, are you trying to be cute here? Do you know that you are already dead!"
Then, he felt the power like burning mountains and boiling seas. Zheng Yuantian did not let him off and slapped him directly. The meteorite channel exploded and shook violently. Various meteorite blocks fell and red substances poured out. It seemed as if the place was about to be destroyed.
"Old Zheng, you are still so fierce even after death?!" Wang Xuan was surprised. If this kind of power hit his soul, it would probably break it.
This was very wrong. He couldn't help but prick himself lightly with the iron rod to wake his mind. Was he still in the illusion?
But his other hand was not idle either. He held the furnace cover and turned it into a shield as big as it, blocking it in front of him to protect himself. He did not dare to smash it out.
He was worried that this was an illusion, and that he was being misled by the magic flower amidst all the lies and would eventually kill himself. What if the target was his own head?
“Boom!”
During the passive defense, a loud noise was heard. Zheng Juesheng hit the furnace cover, causing strange runes to burst out of the cover, and the entire passage was roaring.
"Oh my god, after Old Zheng died, did he turn into my inner demon, running into the illusion to torment me? He's so vicious!" Wang Xuan thought it was outrageous.
He thought it was very wrong. Why did it feel like a real-life version instead of a dream?
During this process, he tried many times to wake himself up and not fall into the dream. However, every time he could perceive, he cut off the falsehood and erased the illusion, and he was not fooled. However, there were indeed those figures in the meteorite passage, and they were very real and looked unfriendly.
"Don't stop me, he must be killed!" Zheng Yuantian said coldly.
"Old Zheng, you have noticed that the lid in his hand is extraordinary. We also think there is something wrong. How about letting me do it?" The Demon Ancestor spoke, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and black air coming out of his body. Of course, his hair was almost burnt here.
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