What the hell?
Zuo Buliu frowned, turned his head and looked around, and was shocked to find that the originally brilliant golden eye crown began to melt, and soon turned into a pile of golden liquid, rolling down his thick palm.
The golden water seemed to be even hotter than the spiritual fire, and the temperature was terrifying. The moment it touched his skin, almost half of his palm was scorched.
There was even a faint aroma of barbecue in the air.
Of course, the mere high temperature could not cause any fatal harm to Zuo Buliu.
The only effect of the golden liquid was to make him slightly distracted.
But just for such a short moment of distraction, the spiritual patterns under his feet suddenly lit up, and the intense light pierced him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
Oops!
Zuo Buliu woke up, realized that he had been plotted, and instinctively wanted to use his body skills to escape from this place.
However, the imagined pain and injury did not appear.
Except for the stinging in his eyes, he never received any other attacks. It was as if so many complex and mysterious spiritual patterns were arranged in the house just to shine.
That's it?
How about playing?
The too weak effect of the formation once again exceeded his expectations, causing Fatty to fall into a brief sluggish state.
For a moment, he even doubted whether he had overestimated Nangong Ling.
This beautiful woman with the Eyes of God may not be as difficult to deal with as imagined.
The bright light goes away just as quickly as it comes.
The moment this idea popped into his mind, the brightness around him returned to normal, and everything in the room became clearly visible.
Could it be that they...
Want to run?
Zuo Buli's mind froze, and a suspicion suddenly flashed through his mind, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the pillar.
The scene in front of him once again exceeded his expectations.
I saw a hidden compartment in front of the thick pillar, and Nangong Ling's pink figure was sitting in it, looking towards this side with a smile.
Coming again?
Is it true or false this time?
With doubts, Zuo Buliu couldn't help but look at it intently.
The beauty in the pink skirt is still so elegant and graceful, and her beautiful eyes exude an unusually bright golden light.
The only difference is that this Nangong Ling wears a golden ring on his head.
Crown of Heavenly Eyes!
The moment the eyes of both parties touched, Zuo Buliu felt a "buzz" in his head, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The originally bright house in the side hall turned into a strange space with nothing in it.
There are only mirrors one after another densely packed all around.
But what was reflected in the mirror was not Zuo Buliu's shadow, but Nangong Ling's graceful figure.
There are thousands of Nangong spirits!
What’s even more incredible is that the movements of Nangong Ling in each mirror are not consistent. Some are standing tall, some are sitting in full clothes, some are holding books, some are painting, some are covering their lips and smiling softly.
Some have solemn faces, and some are even eating and sleeping, as if they are all in different time and space.
Illusion?
How can it be?
With the Xiaotong clan members around, no one in Fenglin Palace should be able to cast illusions!
Zuo Buliu was taken aback. He glanced around and his brain was running wildly, trying to decipher the incredible sight in front of him.
"You guessed it right."
Unexpectedly, before he could figure it out, in a mirror directly in front of him, Nangong Ling, who was playing the piano, suddenly raised his head and said, "This is the illusion I built."
"you……"
Zuobulu's lips moved slightly, and he instinctively wanted to ask her how she performed the illusion under the eyes of Mingxin and others, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them alive.
"Do you want to ask?"
Nangong Ling had already seen through his thoughts, "Why can I still cast illusions?"
"good."
After he revealed his thoughts, Zuo Buliu smiled bitterly and said, "I have studied Thirty-Six Holes carefully. Although these people are not well-known, they all have real talents and knowledge. The Xiaotong clan does have some outstanding people in cracking illusions."
Such accomplishments, I really don’t know how you did it.”
"Some things seem mysterious and weird."
In the other mirror, Nangong Lingyanjuan, who was studying, chuckled and said, "Once it is revealed, it will not be worth mentioning."
"Appreciate further details."
Zuo Buliu's expression gradually calmed down and he said sincerely.
"Maybe you think I'm full of lies."
The person who spoke this time was Nangong Ling, who was sitting cross-legged at the table arranging flowers, "But what I said just now, nine out of ten sentences are true. Nangong Ling and Sister Qiannan in the main hall are indeed from Huanghua
The clone of Lang."
"The Heavenly Eye Crown also exists, and its power is not exaggerated in the slightest."
"And I did use the power of the Son of Life to repair this supreme treasure, and gained a hundred times more energy than myself.
Divine power.”
"Nine out of ten sentences are true?"
Zuo Buliu said with a wry smile, "Yintian once told me that real fraud masters often don't talk nonsense, but are 70% true and 30% false. This makes it easier to win people's trust. Now it seems that, girl, you
The attainments here are probably even better than his."
"I am over-flattered."
Nangong Ling, who was directly in front, chuckled.
"You said that when Zuo arrived, the Sky Eye Crown had not yet been repaired, so you had to make concessions with me to delay time."
Zuo Buliu's eyes flashed with a strange light, "I think this sentence is false."
"Repair of the Sky Eye Crown."
Nangong Ling nodded and said, "It was completed two days ago."
"So you don't need to delay."
Zuo Buliu's mind was spinning very fast, and he felt that his thinking was extremely clear. "The reason why you created the illusion that the treasure is about to be repaired is just to trick me into the formation?"
"The existence of False Sky Eye Crown is of course to lure you into the battle."
With Nangong Ling's wisdom, it is of course impossible not to understand that talking too much will lead to mistakes, but for some reason, she still explained her plan to the enemy very patiently, "But it's okay for me to let the fake body talk to you.
It’s really buying yourself time.”
"To gain time?"
Zuo Buliu asked in confusion, "What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for the moment when all the Xiaotong clan members fall."
In a mirror in the distance, Nangong Ling, who was wiping the sword in his hand, suddenly raised his head and uttered shocking words.
Could it be...
Zuo Buliu's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated instantly, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Did you say it?"
Nangong Ling smiled sweetly, "Some things are not worth mentioning once they are revealed. As long as there are no people from the Xiaotong clan, I can naturally perform illusions as I please."
Gan!
Zuo Buliu drooped his head, his heart already feeling cold.
He didn't even need to run out to see, he knew that on the battlefield outside Fenglin Palace, most of the Xiaotong clan members including Mingxin had been wiped out.
Nangong Ling actually broke his carefully arranged game in the simplest and crudest way.
But precisely because it was too simple, it became a blind spot in his thinking.
Don't look at Zuo Buliu who always puts on a cheerful and modest appearance on weekdays, but in fact he is a proud and arrogant person. He is also well-informed and experienced, and he can't easily
Keep anyone in your eyes.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that in front of Nangong Ling, he was just a fledgling, being manipulated by the other party and easily played with by applause.
Looking back on the previous time, he even understood why Nangong Ling didn't deploy any thunderous killing moves after he was fooled, but just scalded his hands with gold water and dazzled his eyes with strong light.
Just because she knew that Zuo Buliu's ability to escape was unparalleled in the world. Once he felt that his life was in danger, he would flee thousands of miles away in an instant, making it almost impossible to leave him behind.
On the contrary, these unflattering little tricks not only did not arouse Fatty Zuo's thoughts of escaping, but also successfully distracted him, giving Nangong Ling himself enough time to run out of the pillar and trap him with the Eye of God.
In a fantasy world.
The seemingly inconspicuous operation is actually one link after another, full of details, and is completely customized for him.
"How can there be a monster like you in the world?"
After trying several times to escape without success, Zuo Buliu shook his head helplessly and sighed, "You have been chatting with me in the illusion for so long, you must not be just to relieve your boredom, right?"
"Those who can become Chaos Guards are not ordinary people after all."
In a mirror behind him, Nangong Ling, who was eating grapes, raised his head and said slowly, "It will take some effort to penetrate into your deepest consciousness, but after chatting for a while, it's almost done.
.”
"What's the meaning?"
Zuo Buliu's expression changed, and an unprecedented sense of uneasiness suddenly surged into his heart, and he could never go away.
"Time to dream."
Nangong Ling, who was directly in front, narrowed his eyes, with a strange light shining in his eyes, "We're here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
Be it mirrors or beauties, they all disappeared.
Instead, there was a deserted stone road, with high stone walls built on both sides, blocking the already light-less road and making it even darker. The field of vision was very limited, and it was impossible to see clearly even the scene a few feet away.
Suddenly, an ominous aura that could not be described in words surged out from behind. Zhijiao Zuobuliu's face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat. Waves of coldness shot up his back, violently impacting his tired brain.
He could swear to God that he had never experienced such fear.
run!
A voice from the depths of his soul screamed crazily in Zuo Buliu's mind.
The fat man didn't even dare to look back, so he subconsciously spread his legs and ran towards the road ahead.
This chapter has been completed!