"I'm also quite good at this little trick of modifying illusions."
Lu Ze narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly.
At this moment, a chill suddenly appeared behind him.
Lu Ze turned around and met the gaze of Li Moran, who was speechless.
“…”
They looked at each other in silence.
Strictly speaking, Li Moran was speechless.
As soon as I tracked down this room, I saw this incredible scene.
This is something that is absolutely impossible for a Yuanying realm cultivator to do.
In other words, this seemingly harmless boy in front of me is cheating...
Li Moran turned around and logged off without saying a word.
Watching the disappearing figure, Lu Ze was unsure whether the other party was here to help him or to find another place to spar with him...
But obviously, no matter what the situation was, there was no need for her to continue, so she left.
"?"
After a while, the monk who was forcibly moved here finally reacted.
"How dare you! Who dares to confront this old man..."
“Bang!”
The voice fell.
The man was beaten into a pulp by a golden palm from behind Lu Ze.
The barrage of comments suddenly became heated.
[Holy shit! This is even more violent than those two evil cultivators!!!]
[Nonsense... Naraka: Bladepoint at least has rules, but this illusion-breaking world doesn't have any rules...]
[This person seems to be the deacon of Qingshan Sect, and has reached the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm!]
[What? He was killed by a single slap from Old Demon Lu?!]
[This... What is Lu Lao Mo's current cultivation level? ? ]
[Are you dumbfounded, fellow Daoist? This glance has modified the rules of the illusion...]
[It seems to be a competition of cultivation, but in fact it is a cheating competition among realm masters.]
[This... can't defeat Elder Jiang, right?]
…
Looking at the barrage of comments in the sky, Lu Ze smiled.
"What's cheating? This is all the hard work and sweat of the anchor!"
After saying that, he waved his hand again.
Two more monks appeared in front of him.
After a moment, it turned into two lumps of meat paste.
…
…
Wuji Sword Sect, Huanjian Peak.
Jiang Lingfeng, his face covered with ointment and his wounds healed, jumped up from the bed.
"What!?"
"That brat actually...came to mess with my fantasy world!?"
The corners of Jiang Lingfeng's mouth twitched.
Who can cancel their disguises in the illusion?
Who can limit their grand formation magic?
Who can prevent them from leaving the illusion?
Only Lu Ze!
Now he was in disgrace and had been severely beaten by Li Jiujian, all thanks to Lu Ze!
“Okay, okay…”
Jiang Lingfeng's eyes were gloomy.
"My gym is not so easy to play in!"
"I'll tell you today..."
"What a shame!"
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