Jiang Yue doesn't have any special magic weapon to defend against phantom formations, nor has he practiced similar techniques. He can only rely on the divine refining technique of the Emperor's Art to survive. As long as his spiritual thoughts are strong enough, he can ignore all phantom formations, and many
Fantasy is not enough of a threat to him.
Time passes, and a quarter of an hour passes in the blink of an eye.
When the time was up, the old man in red robe did not say anything. He waved his hand and the bronze mirror was instantly released. Then he made a seal in his hand and the bronze mirror instantly emitted a khaki-colored light, shining on the square. It looked like a retro image.
However, at this moment, Jiang Yue suddenly felt his eyes pause, and then countless memory fragments appeared in front of his eyes in an instant. It looked like an old photo album, which was gradually opened.
Jiang Yue couldn't help but fall into memories.
"What a domineering illusion array! It can be so real! It can actually bring back memories in the monk's heart!" Jiang Yue was a little amazed. Although scenes from the past appeared in front of his eyes, his consciousness was clear, so it looked like
It's a replay of a movie, or a replay of life.
When he saw some pictures that were still fresh in his memory, Jiang Yue's heart was still a little moved, and he could no longer maintain his objective mentality. Because in that memory, there was joy, sadness, and even his longing.
The beautiful faces appeared in front of his eyes. He could not ignore them, nor could he ignore them. He was willing to immerse himself in them.
The so-called five levels and six generals have long been forgotten by Jiang Yue. He doesn't care about victory or defeat, losing or winning, he just wants to pursue a moment of warmth.
As Jiang Yue was immersed in it, the jade pendant on his chest emitted a faint light, very faint. The old man in red robe hesitated for a moment, and finally continued to use the spell, while the young man next to him,
He was still sitting on the ground, his expression neither happy nor sad, as if he were a hard stone that could not be shaken.
Seeing that Jiang Yue seemed to be lost in the phantom formation, Liu Hanyi became worried unconsciously. She didn't know why she was worried, but she was worried. Although she wanted Jiang Yue to lose, she would not let Jiang Yue really fall into the phantom formation.
At that time, she had already forgotten the outcome, because deep down in her heart, she did not want Jiang Yue to lose.
Time is passing.
The jade pendant on Jiang Yue's chest still emits a faint light, making people wonder whether he is trapped in the illusion array or not, as if he is half asleep and half awake. Under normal circumstances, as long as the jade pendant emits a weak light,
The light means that the monk has fallen into the illusory formation. Even if he persists, he will not be able to persist for long, but the situation in front of him is so strange.
But as time went by, the expression of the young man on the side remained calm, and the jade pendant on his chest also dimmed, seemingly not affected at all.
"Huh, I knew he wouldn't last long!" Myron said proudly in a medium voice.
"It's not the end yet." Liu Hanyi snorted softly.
Mailong was startled. He didn't expect Liu Hanyi to say such a sentence. Could it be that Jiang Yue lost and she wasn't happy?
But while the two were talking, the young man suddenly had a very painful look on his face. Not long after, he suddenly stood up, with a look of horror in his eyes, as if he was extremely frightened, and opened his hands.