With a loud bang, the light in the room disappeared.
The ghost hand that was big in millstone dissipated and invisible with the gloomy ghost energy, and the hideous face gradually faded in the rippling air like the pool water.
The room gradually became clear, and Leng Yan and the high priest appeared in the room. Leng Yan stood there, his body straight, and his priest was as proud as if he wanted to pierce the sky, but a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his lips.
The high priest stood opposite Leng Yan. His old body stood straight, and his eyes opened and closed, strands of spurts burst out, and two eyes locked in Leng Yan.
The two looked at each other, and no one spoke. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be frozen in this confrontation. After a long time, the high priest's body moved, and his upright body was like a balloon with a hole stabbed.
It suddenly became flattened and its face became unstable.
"It turns out that a hero is a young man, no wonder he can kill Ah Chou." The high priest praised, his face calmed down, and there was no sign of happiness or anger at all. He waved his hand, and the high priest pointed to the table and stool not far away and said, "Young man
, come and sit down.”
Leng Yan's eyes flashed and he walked towards the table and stool. His back was covered with cold sweat, and he was still afraid. At that moment before, he had experienced many battles and felt like he was facing death.
He smiled bitterly in his heart. Leng Yan had a more intuitive understanding of this supernatural power, and a sense of awe also arises in his heart. He can't say he is afraid, but he is unwilling to meet it.
The previous scene was naturally an illusion, but this illusion was almost real. Even with his observation and sensitivity, he did not see any flaws at all. When the ghost hand was pressing down, it was so incredible.
The suffocating momentum and the breathtaking pressure are so real, as if they are really facing a ghost with unpredictable power.
"Young man, how did you see through my illusion?" The high priest and Leng Yan sat down across a coffee table. The high priest asked while pouring tea for Leng Yan.
"It's a lucky thing to say." Leng Yan smiled bitterly and said truthfully: "The old man's illusion is extremely realistic, and the boy can't see any flaws at all."
"Oh, if you can't see the flaw, you can break my illusion?" The high priest didn't believe it very much. "To be honest, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but in recent years I have gradually believed it, but even if it really is.
I don’t think that the power beyond nature is invincible. There must be a cause for everything. Every power has its own reasons, its flaws and corresponding methods of cracking..."
Leng Yan talked freely and told his own way of resolving it. It turned out that when he was crushed by the ghost hand, he felt incomparable and even wanted to give up resistance. However, he was experienced and did not know
After many times of life and death, this negative emotion quickly aroused his alertness as soon as he was born, biting his tongue in an instant, regaining his clarity and his mind was unprecedentedly flexible.
Everything that echoed in his mind like lightning after coming to this room, and he finally made a bold judgment, that is, the ghosts and ghost hands are both illusions, all of which are illusions created by the high priest, so he faces that
The ghost hand that surged in, straightened his back straight, did not dodge, and chose to gamble. Betting on it was all hallucinations, and the result was undoubtedly that he won.