Chapter 4162: Illusion and Reality

Chapter 4162 Illusion? reality!

Even though a casual cultivator like Chu Fengmian is powerful.

But when it comes to trump cards, it is impossible to compare with Daozi from Shenfu Palace.

Prince Rong Daozi slowly walked towards brother and sister Wang Xinyue.

He had suffered quite a lot of injuries in his battle with Chu Fengmian this time, and now he had no intention of wasting time.

He planned to capture the Wang Xinyue brother and sister and take them away, then leave the land of right and wrong in the White Bone Realm, and then recover from his injuries to wait for the opening of the Zifu Palace.

But this was the moment when Prince Rong Daozi walked towards the brother and sister Wang Xinyue step by step.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, ringing in the ears of Prince Rong Daozi.

"What, you thought I was dead?"

This sound, like a thunder, exploded from Rong Wang Daozi's mind.

Prince Rong Daozi's body suddenly stopped in place. After a moment of stagnation, he suddenly turned around and found a figure standing behind him.

"you!"

When he saw the appearance of this figure clearly, Prince Rong Daozi's shocked eyes made him unable to make any sound.

Because he saw Chu Fengmian standing there like this.

Chu Fengmian, after enduring the blow from the Holy Emperor Wutian, was still alive and even still standing there.

The blow from the Holy Emperor Wutian was enough to easily defeat any Holy Emperor.

And Chu Fengmian is not even a true Saint Emperor, but just an ancient ancestor. If he withstands a blow from Wutian Saint Emperor, a high-level Saint Emperor, there is almost only one ending. Just fell.

Prince Rong Daozi never thought that Chu Fengmian could survive the punch from the Holy Emperor Wutian.

But now, Chu Fengmian was standing there, looking at him with a calm expression.

Even when Prince Rong Daozi glanced at him, Chu Fengmian didn't look so embarrassed, or even injured.

If Chu Fengmian was now scarred and dying, he would still be able to accept it reluctantly, but Chu Fengmian's current calmness made him even more disbelieving about what he saw.

"Illusion!"

Prince Rong Daozi's eyes narrowed.

He never believed that Chu Fengmian could withstand the attack of the Holy Emperor Wutian so calmly.

Now that Chu Fengmian is acting so calmly, there is only one explanation.

That is, everything he saw in front of him was fake and illusory. Chu Fengmian didn't know what method he used to deceive his perception, making him think that Chu Fengmian was unscathed now.

"Do you think you can force me back by using the illusion?"

Prince Rong Daozi's eyes fell on Chu Fengmian, and a bit of cold murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

He could already confirm that Chu Fengmian had used the illusion to deceive him, hoping to force him back.

But he was Rong Wang Daozi, a peerless genius in the Shenfu Palace. Before entering the Shenfu Palace, Rong Wang Daozi had defeated countless opponents.

To be able to enter the Shenfu Palace and become the Daozi of the Shenfu Palace, this Prince Rong Daozi not only has the qualifications, he has also experienced countless life and death battles in battle.

The lofty status of Daozi Shenfu Gong was not obtained out of thin air by fighting on a bloody road.

After confirming that Chu Fengmian had used the illusion to deceive him, Rongwang Daozi did not hesitate, drew his sword again, and suddenly killed Chu Fengmian.

The illusion is real and also an illusion.

Under the true edge of the sword, everything will be killed.

the other side.

Chu Fengmian was looking at Prince Rong Daozi with a strange look on his face.

Especially when he listened to what Prince Rong Daozi said to himself, the so-called illusion, he felt speechless in his heart.

He didn't know how Rong Wang Daozi came up with these ideas.

In fact, Chu Fengmian was indeed unscathed.

The punch of the Holy Emperor Wutian was indeed powerful, and it was difficult for ordinary Holy Emperors to withstand it, but Chu Fengmian was not an ordinary Holy Emperor. Although Chu Fengmian's realm was only that of the ancient ancestors.

But his strength has definitely reached the peak of the Holy Emperor realm.

In addition, the punch of the Holy Emperor Wutian was actually not a blow from the Holy Emperor Wutian's body, but just a blow from his incarnation.

Of course, this Holy Emperor of Wutian is actually worthy of the name of the Holy Emperor with the strongest martial arts in Shenfu Tian. In order to resist this punch, Chu Fengmian also used the bloodline power of the ancestor Tianlong.

In order to conceal the identity of the Divine Beast Heaven, Chu Fengmian completely hid the power of his bloodline in the Divine Palace Heaven. He never used the power of his bloodline whether against the enemy or in peacetime.

However, under the punch from the Holy Emperor Wutian, Chu Fengmian was forced to use the power of the ancestor Tianlong's bloodline, and was able to withstand the power of the punch without any injuries.

But all this, in the eyes of Na Rong Wang Daozi, was a little too unreal. Rong Wang Daozi couldn't explain it, but he could only use the illusion to make himself believe it.

"Pathetic man."

Chu Fengmian shook his head and said.

Until now, Prince Rong Daozi had not noticed the difference in strength between Chu Fengmian and him.

Perhaps Prince Rong Daozi simply could not imagine that an ancient ancestor could be so powerful.

But it's not his fault. Chu Fengmian's current strength is hard to find in the ancient times. In the era of the Ten Directions Heaven Realm, there has never been an ancient ancestor with such strength as Chu Fengmian.

Looking at the sword of Rong Wang Daozi slashing at him, the sword has been approaching Chu Fengmian.

Chu Fengmian then slowly moved, and the spirit sword in his hand was also swung out.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

The spirit sword in Rong Wang Daozi's hand broke in the air from the place where it collided with the spirit sword in Chu Fengmian's hand, and then shattered.

At the same time, the spirit sword in Chu Fengmian's hand also slashed down.

Puff!

The sword cut into Rong Wang Daozi's chest.

I saw countless blood gushing out from the scar, and the vitality of Rong Wang Daozi was also rapidly weakening.

"This, is this true?"

Rong Wang Daozi tried hard to squeeze out such a sentence.

A sword pierced into his chest, and it was extremely difficult for this Rong Wang Daozi to even speak now.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Chu Fengmian was still full of confusion.

Obviously, it was just an illusion.

But why is it that the person who fell now is him.

"This is my strength..."

Looking at the confused eyes of Rong Wang Daozi, Chu Fengmian silently said, and the power of the ancestor Tianlong bloodline was running, and a strong aura enveloped Rong Wang Daozi.