Sweat beaded on his forehead, and Suning was extremely anxious.
It seems that there is only one step between the Dzogchen of the ninth level of true immortality and the initial stage of the tenth level of true immortality, but the distance between this step is really too big.
The big question is whether Suning can secure his reputation as a demon disciple and whether he can prove himself in front of five hundred demon clans.
He knew very well that with his current strength, using secret techniques and combining it with the invincible terrifying demon body of Tian Yao Huangu, he was capable of fighting with a demon cultivator of the thirteenth level of a true immortal.
In the later stage, Dzogchen, this is no problem.
It’s unclear who will win, but Suning is confident that it will remain invincible.
But once he met a demon cultivator of the 14th level of a true immortal, he felt a little powerless.
Regardless of whether it is the early or mid-term, he will definitely lose.
What's more, Suning had already used his mind to spy out that among the thousands of demon monks gathered outside, there were two demon kings who were at the level of 14th-level True Immortal and Great Perfection.
Nineteen realms of true immortality, one realm and one heaven.
The ninth rank is a general, and the thirteenth rank is a king.
Those who are above the thirteenth level are qualified to compete for the Demon Lord of an Island.
If it weren't for the fact that the lowest cultivation level among the five hundred demon kings in the demon world is the fifteenth level of true immortal, then the two of them would have a chance to occupy an island and rise to the position of demon king.
How dare Suning take such a powerful opponent lightly?
"Everything is fine, the illusion is being activated, there is no reason for Jiang Changnian and others to disappear for no reason."
"What did Jiang Lin'an do?"
"Did he move?"
Gently slapping his forehead and wiping away the sweat dripping down his forehead, Suning straightened his back and immersed himself in Jiang Linan's memory again and again.
Half a day, one day, three days.
Time passed quietly, and Suning sat there unaware.
He was very tired, and his mental exhaustion made him want to lie down and take a nap, even for an hour.
Don’t think about anything, don’t do anything, don’t move, and just relax.
But he knew the situation outside. Thousands of monster monks were all waiting for him to come out.
The moment you walk out of the cave, it means that the battle to verify the talent and strength of the demon disciple has officially begun.
He can't escape or hide.
There is no other way but to deal with it head on.
"Jiang Lin'an didn't move, so who is moving in the illusion world?"
"No, they haven't moved at all."
"Anyone Jiang Linan cares about will follow wherever he looks..."
"look......"
After a moment of sluggishness, Suning's pupils dilated, as if he suddenly understood something.
"Hahaha, that's it, that's it."
He laughed like crazy and said with great excitement and emotion: "Jiang Changnian is not Jiang Changnian. She is regarded by Jiang Linan as his second self in the illusion world."
"Qiao Wantang is not Qiao Wantang. She is also regarded by Jiang Linan as her life-related self."
"Xiao Buchong, so what if there are ten people, hundreds, thousands, or tens of millions of people from Jiang's Immortal Clan?"
"Can I kill myself?"
"Illusions are born from the state of mind, but the state of mind is created by people who have transcended tribulations."
"I said that's me, that's me."
Huoran stood up, and Suning's eyes lit up.
The stagnant demon energy in the large demon gathering array boiled and surged again, like a long dragon wandering over the cave.
"Tenth Grade True Immortal, hey, even if I am injured inside my body at this moment, I will still take care of it."
"Buzz buzz buzz."
The yellow light between his eyebrows flashed, and Suning sat down in the air.
Outside the cave, the demonic clouds gathered again, and nine of them appeared in a row.
