Chapter 567: The real and the real are hard to distinguish between true and false

In the darkness, countless monsters suddenly appeared and rushed over.

"Red-haired ghost!"

The explorers instinctively took a step back, then swung their arms, and lights left their bodies, facing the ghost soldiers. Huh! Huh!... The lights penetrated the ghost soldiers, and the ghost soldiers dispersed and turned into nothingness, and no unexpected sound of weapons entering the body was heard.

However, one row of ghost soldiers fell down, and another row of ghost soldiers rushed over like a tide.

Fu Lou suddenly shouted: "It's a illusion! Don't hit, close your eyes!"

However, almost no one would listen to his words, because the red-haired ghost was close to him, with one horn, red eyes, rolling nose, extremely ferocious and ugly, with red hair on his face appearing, and each ghost opened his mouth wide, revealing his long white fangs, biting him towards him, and his heavy exhalation was suffocating.

At the same time, each ghost soldier stretched out his thick black arms, long ten fingers, and sharp claws, as if they could tear themselves to pieces with just a slight grab.

Too real! How could they believe that the ghost soldiers are fake?

Kill! - This is their only thought at this time. Only by killing the enemy in front of you can you save your life.

So, they used their deep skills to kill hard, killing one after another, making their eyes red, their backs bloomed, and they were nervous and irritating.

"Illusion?" Yuman, Lan Yingying and others didn't think so, but they were not afraid, because the ghosts disappeared when they arrived in front of the flying saucer.

"Dingdong...Dingdong..."

The sound of the piano continues to stop, and everyone's spiritual platform is clear.

However, they still saw the ghost soldiers in front of them with real insights and still dared not relax and fought. Indeed, the illusion of these ghost soldiers was not produced by the explorers, but by the darkness in front of them, which had nothing to do with the Qingming Festival of the Spirit Platform.

The sound of the piano was invalid, and Fu Lou could only stop playing as a bystander. However, these ghost soldiers did not have real lethality, so Fu Lou didn't have to worry about everyone being hurt.

Fu Lou found that Wu Zhan's golden light had already been collected at some point, and thought to himself: "Is he trying to reduce the consumption of immortals? Anyway, there are so many lighting lights, uh, maybe it's right."

Kill! Kill! Kill!…

The murderous nature of the explorers was getting bigger and bigger, and the cruelty hidden in the deepest part of their hearts was aroused. However, the red-haired ghost soldiers were endless and never stopped.

Even immortals will eventually be tired of killing and dizzy.

"Ah!" screamed, someone was accidentally injured.

The injured explorer and the injured retreated quickly.

The immortal who hurt people - a thin middle-aged man. Fu Lou turned his head and glanced at him at first, suddenly remembered someone, but shook his head and said to himself: "How could he think of him?"

At this moment, the tall and thin man glanced at Fu Lou, then turned around to avoid Fu Lou's gaze.

But at this glance, Fu Lou confirmed his identity and was slightly shocked: "It's really him! The King of the Netherworld! He actually changed his body! Uh... Since he is here, then Feitian Yasha should come too. I wonder which body he has?"

Fu Lou did not call him the identity of the King of the Netherworld. Starlight flashed in his eyes and returned to normal.

The injured man's right arm was broken into two pieces, but he himself connected the broken arms together, performed healing techniques and took healing pills. For immortals, injuries like broken arms were not serious. After all, they had a semi-immortal body and the body recovered itself very quickly. Even if the broken arms could not be found, they could recover slowly.

Kill! Kill! Kill!…

The explorers are still fighting.

Seeing this, Fu Lou thought to himself that they were afraid that their immortal energy would be consumed and the illusion would not disappear. Unless they rushed to the front and showed the illusion of the red-haired ghost rushing their bodies, they would not believe that everything in front of them was an illusion.

However, they were all red in their eyes. If Fu Lou rushed to the front, they would inevitably be injured by them.

"Back back! Go back while fighting!..." Fu Lou shouted.

It was not effective at the beginning, and gradually some explorers were tired of killing. They slowly retreated and retreated to a certain distance. They found that the red-haired ghost soldiers were no longer chasing them, but disappeared without a trace. So they believed what Fu Lou said and shouted to retreat.

Finally, the explorers retreated. The red-haired ghost soldiers disappeared after a few times. The darkness in front was still dark. Wherever the light went, there seemed to be nothing left.

"Awesome! Such an illusion is really terrible. If it weren't for Fellow Fu's discovery in time, we might have been exhausted to death." Huo Shi sighed, his tone a little exaggerated.

Wu Zhan suddenly stared at Fu Lou and said, "Brother Fu, how did you discover the illusion?"

"Is this still necessary to ask? Of course, it's with my eyes." Fu Lou said lightly, and then asked in a deep sense: "Has the general not discovered the illusion? By the way, the general seemed to have forgotten to use his magical powers."

"Hmph!" Wu Zhan snorted coldly, and no longer said anything, and took his golden armored immortal troops into the treasure gourd one by one.

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Everyone rested for a while and continued to set off.

This time, Fu Lou first tried it. He rushed directly into the darkness, and countless red-haired ghost soldiers passed by his body, but Fu Lou had nothing to do. He turned around and retreated safely.

Everyone followed the example of the match, gritted their teeth and walked over to the red-haired ghost.

Sure enough! The red-haired ghost is just an illusion.

Everyone flew down the slope, and the illusion along the way was not interrupted. The abyss was very deep, and everyone flew slowly. It took an hour to go, but it was not yet the end.

"It's almost over!" Fu Lou shouted.

As soon as the saying goes, Fu Lou shouted urgently: "Retaliation! It's not a illusion! It's a real ghost!!"

Everyone was stunned and immediately instinctively cast the weapon in their hands, but a few people still reacted slowly, perhaps saying that they were thinking about something else. Suddenly, they screamed several times in a row, cutting through the empty abyss.

Old man Tu held several injured people at a very fast speed and put them in the flying saucer.

Fu Lou flew out his flying saucer, entered the old man's flying saucer, and carefully inspected the injured.

There were seven injured people, and five were mildly injured.

The other two were seriously injured. One of them had a large hole through the chest and abdomen, and almost no internal organs could be seen. The other had only a little skin connected to the body. The Nascent Soul, or clone, of the two, floated above, anxiously.

At this moment, both injured were held by an old man with his true energy with his white beard and sewed the wound with extremely fast techniques. The speed was so fast that it was shocking.

The old man, the healing elixir was injected into their bodies with juice.

Immediately afterwards, the old man with white beard performed a healing technique on the injured person.

Fu Lou felt a little guilty. The injuries of these two people were because they believed their words too much and relaxed their vigilance. However, they did not expect that the virtual and real changes in the darkness were so fast that the fake red-haired ghost soldiers actually turned into real red-haired ghost soldiers.
Chapter completed!