"call!
"call!"
Gradually, the illusion of the outside world began to appear at a slower speed.
Obviously, these two teams of Blood Demon ancestors are a consumption.
However, for Zhou Heng, there was no consumption at all.
boom!
boom!
The deafening tearing sound continued.
As Zhou Heng waved his hand, the illusion became like an onion with layers being peeled off.
As its speed slowed down, Zhou Heng's speed increased.
"Tsk tsk, if you can still hold on, let's do it again!"
This time, Zhou Heng increased the speed of his fanning.
There was already a golden glow on the banana fan.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The sound of wind was incessant.
After waving it for the last few dozen times, it suddenly became a sunny day.
They appeared again at the place where they first met the Blood Demon Ancestor.
At this moment, Zhou Heng suddenly saw that the Blood Demon Ancestor was right in front of the aircraft, preparing to cast an illusion.
But this time, his illusion had just spread out a net when it was torn into pieces by the banana fan.
"Old boy, have you had enough fun?"
Zhou Heng looked at him and suddenly leaped over.
"Good boy, I'm quite capable, but you found out!"
The Blood Demon Patriarch simply stopped casting illusions and stood up to look at him: "But you still can't escape from my grasp."
"Oh? What do you want?"
Zhou Heng showed an amused look, holding the palm-leaf fan and looking at the Blood Demon Ancestor.
"Aren't you relying on it to destroy my illusion?"
"Well, what are you going to do without it!"
The Blood Demon Ancestor had obviously set his eyes on his palm-leaf fan.
There was a look of joy in his cloudy eyes.
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