Chapter 388: The Illusion King charms the world, and the Illusion Realm reincarnates for thousands of times

The strong mental power was exploring in all directions like thousands of silk threads. However, the Hu Ren Beast Beast Warrior who had just fallen by his side seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. He let Leng Zhuo explore this way, but there was no trace.

Of course, Leng Zhuo would not think that everything would disappear out of thin air. It was an illusion. This was an illusion, but how could even be unable to break through this illusion without even mental power.

Generally speaking, illusion is also a kind of use of spiritual power, which constructs a spiritual space through powerful spiritual power, and this is also an illusion. This is different from the illusion fog of Yi Wood Teng Snake. The illusion fog of Yi Wood Teng Snake is a kind of poison that makes people illusion, but it is not an illusion.

The illusion is very powerful, just like the spiritual power space of the Holy Spirit Master. In that space, they are god-like existences. Unlike spiritual power, the illusion is the use of spiritual power, that is, only those who open the three orifices of the brain, nurture the spiritual sea, and have strong spiritual thinking power can practice illusion.

One illusion and one world, compared to the spiritual space, the gods in this illusion are undoubtedly more powerful.

If you want to break the illusion, you can only have a powerful spiritual power, which will overwhelm the cultivation level of the illusion master. However, it is obvious that Leng Zhuo's mental power cannot break through the illusion at all, that is, the other party's mental power is even stronger than him.

When he encountered a tough guy, Leng Zhuo's mind was quickly spinning, hoping that he could come up with a way to break the illusion. However, Yimu Tengshe had just mentioned some of it to Leng Zhuo at the beginning and did not go into it in depth, so Leng Zhuo racked his brains and had no idea at this moment.

"Who are you? Is this your illusion?" Although Leng Zhuo's mind was in chaos and he couldn't find any clues, his face was not shown. It is justification for delaying as much as possible. If any illusion cannot be broken from the inside, he can only look forward to being relieved from the outside.

"Hehe, do you want to delay time? But you will still die in this way, because the time in my fantasy is still, outside for one second, in the fantasy for a year, and within this second, I can use thousands of ways to make you die a thousand times!"

The charming woman giggled and laughed, and the breasts on her chest were up and down with the laughter. However, looking at the smiling woman, Leng Zhuo was a little charmed by the other party's smile. Leng Zhuo quickly shook his head, unable to be tempted. Once he was led by the other party in the illusion, he would be doomed.

The woman smiled for a while, looked at Leng Zhuo with beautiful eyes and said, "Since you are about to experience the suffering of thousands of reincarnation, I will tell you my name. You must remember that my dragon clan is called Jun Meier, and my Hu people are called Huanmei? Yanzhi!"

"Your beauty, fantasy? You are the royal family of the Golden Clan in the Swamp Abyss!" Leng Zhuo said silently, but suddenly raised his head, and said, isn't this the surname of the Swamp Abyss.

Jun Meier pointed her head and said with a smile: "It seems that you are not very stupid yet. You are right. I am the princess of the royal family, but after knowing the name of others, let's start quickly. It's really a long time to say that a year is really!"

"First life..."

"Slow down!" Leng Zhuo shouted quickly, Jun Meier stopped and looked at Leng Zhuo and said, "What else do you have? They are already a little impatient, you'd better say something!"

Leng Zhuo was so ashamed. How could these words make people think so easily: "You haven't answered another question yet. Is this your illusion?"

"Nonsense, of course it's my illusion!" Jun Meier looked at Leng Zhuo asking such unnutritional questions, and immediately raised the animal taming whip.

"How old you are, you can make a illusion. It depends on your age!"

"Hmph, I want to trap someone's age, no way, and there is also, don't think about escaping from here. There are only three ways to escape from my illusion. First, I take the initiative to let go of this illusion. Second, I can survive this thousand reincarnations. Third, hehe, defeat me!"

"The first point is impossible, and the third point is even more impossible. As for the second point, maybe you still have some hope, but there is only a little chance of it, because not everyone can bear these thousand reincarnations!"

"Defeat you!" Leng Zhuo muttered. The girl who was not tall enough was so arrogant. Isn't it just an illusion? Look at me, I will knock you down. Ah, it's not a pounce, it's a knock down.

Leng Zhuo said, opening up the complete form of the colorful holy emperor butterfly, covering it with a layer of colorful holy emperor armor, holding a blood-wailing sword in his hand, the turtle's aura was shocked, and he thrust at Jun Meier with a toe.

Jun Meier tsk a sound in her mouth, and when she looked at Leng Zhuozhen, she smiled sweetly. Her face gave people an unreal feeling, which was like a charming sentient being, which almost made Leng Zhuo feel soft, but she still gritted her teeth and stabbed Jun Meier's body hard.

"You are so thorny!" Jun Meier rode on the eight-tailed white fox and retreated to the back. Her coquettish look made Leng Zhuo tempted again. Oh my god, this woman is probably born to harm the country and the people. Take control and control it!

Jun Meier was angrily and looked at Leng Zhuo who rushed over again, but a little seriousness appeared on her face. She waved the animal-taught whip in her hand and called Leng Zhuo: "The first life of reincarnation is hurt, the unchanging eternity, the heart is broken!"

Well, as Jun Meier's sweet voice came, Leng Zhuo's heart, which stabbed Jun Meier's blood-wailing sword again, seemed to be rubbed hard by a big hand, a trace of sorrow flowed out of his body, and tears seemed to be spinning in his eyes. The unforgettable pain almost made him feel unforgettable.

The flying snowflakes fell on their shoulders and slapped on their faces. The sky seemed to be a dark color. What kind of pain was this that made him feel that the world was no longer colored, it was dark and dull, and it was a heartbreaking pain.

In his heart-wrenching spirit, he whistled up to the sky, allowing the pain to penetrate deep into the bone marrow and shattered his heart piece by piece.

I don’t know how long it took, the tears had dried up, and my heart was as dull as if it was broken like glass.

"It's just like this in the first life. I really don't know how many lifetimes you can survive, but you can die early and be reborn! Let me think about what kind of death it will be in the second life!"

Jun Meier was pressing her chin and thinking about it, Leng Zhuo raised his head and staggered up. The tears at the corners of his eyes were still dry: "I must kill you!" Leng Zhuo staggered towards Jun Meier again.

"I'm so scared!" Jun Meier patted her plump breasts, looking scared, but in a blink of an eye, her face changed a lot like Ximen Chuxue, and she said seriously: "The second life of reincarnation, betrayal, cloud-like friendship, despair!"

The sound was like a magic sound, as if a sharp sword pierced into Leng Zhuo's chest, causing Leng Zhuo to fall down again with his staggering steps, kneeling on the ground, his breathing became heavier and thicker, as if he was suffering from despair.

He struggled to get up, but the pain penetrated into the bone marrow. Leng Zhuo's heart seemed to be stabbed through with a dagger, rolling through the thorn forest, and his whole body was covered in bruises.

Leng Zhuo gritted his teeth, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and his bloody eyes raised and looked at Jun Meier. The illusion created by the other party with his mental power was indeed powerful, and the pain almost made him unable to resist it.

"Oh, I can still stand up, but this is more interesting!" Jun Meier smiled on her face, her intoxicating dimples were cute and charming, but she said again: "The third life of reincarnation, blindness, dark world, lost!"

With the vicious demon sound, Leng Zhuo's eyes suddenly seemed to be blinded, and the world turned into darkness, and the whole person seemed to be a person traveling in the darkness, unable to find any direction, and the world of light lost made him depressed in confusion.

I was going to kill her, and Leng Zhuo knelt on the ground, muttering loudly, as if reminding himself not to lose himself in the darkness and completely fall into the darkness.

"Hmph, the fourth life of reincarnation, heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching, stagnation!"

The heart seemed to be penetrated by a wedge and was not beating. Although the pain of being torn apart in an instant made Leng Zhuo fall to the ground again.

"The fifth generation of reincarnation, the broken limbs, the pain of broken arms, the bone-black!"

Pupp, his arms seemed to be cut off by a knife, and he could no longer feel the feeling of his hands. The biting pain repeatedly tortured Leng Zhuo's body and mind. He knew it was fake and just an illusion, but it still made him feel in pain.

"The sixth reincarnation, beheading, death...!"

"The seventh generation of reincarnation,...!"

"The fourteenth generation of reincarnation,...!"

“……………………”

"The seventy-eighth generation of reincarnation, the loss of family, the pain of getting rid of relatives, hatred!"

Leng Zhuo felt that he had experienced hundreds of years of reincarnation, as if he was walking through every life again, his body was already incomplete, and his spirit was disintegrating in this constant destruction. The woman in front of him seemed like a devil, allowing Leng Zhuo to experience the unforgettable pain again and again.

Lying in the snow, Leng Zhuo seemed to be dying and lost his vitality. Jun Meier did not continue, but pouted and said, "It's only been seventy-eight generations of reincarnation, and there are ninety-two generations left. It's really boring to fall down!"

Jun Meier kicked Leng Zhuo who was lying down and said, "Hey, are you still angry?" After a while, there was no movement. Jun Meier snorted and said, "Sure enough, he died. He even said arrogantly that he wanted to kill me, but he couldn't even survive the cycle of reincarnation for a hundred years! It's so bad!"

Jun Meier said, turning around and trying to leave, but then took a step, but the ankle of the other foot was grabbed by one hand, and then pulled it, Jun Meier suddenly screamed. Before she could come back to her senses, a figure had already pounced on her!

"You, let me go!" Jun Meier lay on the snow and looked at the guy with a smile. Why did he still have the strength to get up? "Otherwise I'm not polite!"

"The Seventyth..."
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