Before the Dread Demon King could react, the three great sword techniques burst out with endless divine light.
The light flashed past, and the body of the Dread Lord was already in pieces, with only his last breath left.
Lin Yun didn't give the Dread Lord any chance to speak, and the Demon-Slaying Sword directly cut his head in half.
Looking at the empty fantasy of fear, Lin Yun murmured to himself: "So it's just like this, it's really boring."
As time goes by, the fearful illusion on the ninth level appears again.
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
Lin Yun stood in the void, staring ahead.
Until the void ahead twisted, and the figure of the Dread Lord appeared.
This time, the Dread Lord was not in a hurry to take action. He put his hands behind his back and said with great confidence: "If you can persist to the ninth level, you are already considered a leader."
"Join the Shura Demon Palace, otherwise the only path left for you will be death."
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged and he said in a light tone: "You seem to be very confident."
The Dread Lord looked up to the sky and laughed, not hiding his arrogance at all.
"Because I have already said that in this fearful illusion, I am invincible! Although I am only the ninth demon king in Shura Demon Palace, even Fentian is not my opponent.
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Burning Sky Demon King, the eighth ranked demon king in Shura Demon Palace, has reached the middle stage of Advanced Martial Emperor.
The Dread Lord is not exaggerating.
indeed.
With his strength and ability to fear illusions, even an ordinary high-level late-stage Martial Emperor might not be able to escape intact from this illusion.
The Dread Demon King changed the topic and said: "You have such talent and strength because you are with the strong, not with a group of ants."
"I can assure you that your talent is enough to become one of the demon kings of the Shura Demon Palace. You can forget about the mistakes you made in the past."
Lin Yun did not respond.
In the view of the Dread Lord, this attitude is Lin Yun's thinking process.
The King of Fear continued to exhort: "Join the Shura Demon Palace! Soon the God's Domain will be completely reduced to the back garden of the Shura Demon Palace!"
And at this moment, the light from the half-skeleton body began to become hotter!
The extreme high temperature also increased crazily at this moment.
"I thought you could come up with some new tricks in this fearful illusion, but now it seems that this is all." As Lin Yun spoke, the aura on his body was also constantly improving.
"You...your breath..."
The Dread Demon King was stunned. He felt that Lin Yun's aura was continuously soaring.
Lin Yun, whose aura was almost exhausted, was now rising like a volcano erupting!
Just for a moment.
Lin Yun's aura has reached the level of the high-level peak Martial Emperor.
This doesn't stop yet!
Still going on!
The Dread Lord took a step back unconsciously, as if he had seen a ghost.
He looked at the precise muscle texture growing on the upper skeletal body.
As Lin Yun's aura improved, his flesh and blood also began to condense.
It was as if a ferocious beast from ancient times was about to revive.
The Dread Lord felt that his soul was trembling, and what was happening in front of him was beyond his knowledge.
Until finally, the half-length giant statue was completely formed!
The seventh form of the Demonic Core Crystal!
Lin Yun stood like this in the void, and the flames and lightning on the half-length giant statue were extremely dazzling.
The divine light shines on the entire world, and Lin Yun is like a nirvana god, standing in the world, observing the ants in the world.
"How is it possible! How is it possible in the human race... that there is a strong man who has surpassed the Martial Emperor realm! Your aura... is a low-level Martial God?!"
The Dread Lord was extremely shocked.
This completely plunged him into fear.
As a member of Shura Demon Palace, he naturally knows how big the difference is between stepping into the Martial Emperor realm and not stepping into the Martial Emperor realm.
There is an insurmountable gap between the half-step Martial God and the high-level Martial Emperor.
What's more, Lin Yun's aura has now reached the level of a low-level Martial God!
Lin Yun ignored the shock of the Dread Lord and said to himself: "Create an illusion that is fake and real, and also create a border barrier so that targets who enter the illusion can only forcefully fight you in close combat."
"This border barrier has become the best arena, and neither side can escape."
"Even if it is because of the existence of the border barrier, any move you perform will only hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage yourself a thousand times."
"But you have nothing to fear. After all, as long as you go to the next level of the fear illusion, you can always return to your peak state. However, the enemy, whose own injuries and lost energy cannot be replenished, will eventually die in this fear illusion, embracing fear.
in your hand."
"I'm just guessing that this fearful illusion is not endless. It may be ten levels, or it may be a hundred levels."
"The only thing I'm curious about now is that when this emperor kills you and the illusion disappears and returns to reality, will you die?"
When he heard Lin Yun's words, the stars on the Dread Lord's face flickered violently.
This is exactly one of his martial soul abilities!
Fear fantasy!
And just as Lin Yun said, the illusion of fear is not endless.
There are only twelve floors at most.
Very few people know the full extent of this ability.
The Dread Lord swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in disbelief: "You are retaining your strength just to test what this king's illusion is like?"
Lin Yun smiled contemptuously and said: "I have roughly known it since the sixth level, but I still want to see what is special about your fearful illusion, but I am a little disappointed."
"Now I ask you, do you dare to say you are invincible in front of me?"
Lin Yun stared at the Fear Demon King, and the aura of the low-level Martial God spread throughout the entire fearful illusion in an instant.
The whole body of the Dread Demon King was trembling.
This is all too dreamy.
Who would have thought that a low-level late-stage Martial Emperor would actually have the power of a low-level Martial God!
"Impossible! You must have cast an illusion!"
The Dread Lord shook his head wildly.
This is so unrealistic.
Even Demon Lord Shura, who was in the low-level late stage Martial Emperor realm, could not possess the power of a low-level Martial God.
This is something that has never happened before, whether in the divine realm or the demonic realm.
It has subverted the three views of the Dread Lord.
He thought that Lin Yun had cast some kind of illusion.
This sentence made Lin Yun laugh. The Dread Demon King himself created the illusion, but he suspected that others were trapped in the illusion and that their Taoist minds had been broken.
"Fear the magic light!"
I saw the face of the Dread Lord, cracked from top to bottom, like a bloody mouth.
He once again used this killing move that was comparable to a jade nuclear bomb.
The terrifying demonic energy is condensing, shining brightly, releasing earth-shattering energy fluctuations.
Facing this scene, Lin Yun strolled leisurely and walked towards the Dread Lord step by step.
The sound of stepping on the void was like the roar of war drums, shocking the hearts of the people.
It was as if Lin Yun's every foot landed in the void, causing the heaven and earth to resonate, shaking the illusion of fear.