Chapter 191: Flame Fantasy

The wasteland occupies most of the field of vision, but at the end of the wasteland, the undulating peaks can be vaguely seen. ♦♦  ♦♦

The spiritual energy here is more abundant than the outside world, especially the fire attribute spiritual energy.

The other people who were teleported in were nearby and did not act rashly. After all, it was the first time for everyone to come here and they were not familiar with any situation.

However, each of them kept a sufficient distance from each other, and their expressions were full of vigilance.

Ling Ran from White Camel Mountain said: "Let me tell you, this is the Holy Land of the Witch God Sect, and it is rich in spiritual energy. Why don't you each find a Feng Shui treasured place to practice quietly?"

"Hmph." Tang Yan looked at Ling Ran with disgust and said, "Do you think everyone doesn't know what you want to do?"

"It's nothing more than trying to draw other people's attention so that I can go find Nanming Lihuo myself."

Ling Ran didn't care when his thoughts were exposed, but said: "Don't talk about how noble you are, everyone present should have the same thoughts."

"Nanming Lihuo, who doesn't want it? Even if he can't get it, he always wants to see it."

The Holy Son didn't say a word. He seemed to find this kind of quarrel boring. He stepped out without caring about everyone. After a few steps, the person was already far away.

With the Holy Son walking in front, the others naturally did not want to fall behind and followed suit. Wei Kuang was also about to leave, but was held back by Han Xu.

"What are you doing? If you don't leave, they will take all the benefits later."

Han Xu said: "No, this secret realm has existed for so many years. I don't know how many geniuses have practiced here, and no one has taken away the Nanming Lihuo."

"But they are all very powerful, especially the Holy Son. It can be said that in any era, he is the top genius. If anyone can possibly break the seal of Nanming Lihuo, it is him."

"Since it could be him, why can't it be you? Or me?"

"Han Xu, please don't get into trouble. I know you are powerful, but this time my father told me that I must help you take down the Nanming Lihuo. If someone else takes it because you are late, it will be too late to regret it. ”

Han Xu shook his head, pointed at Wei Kuang's forehead, and then wrote a talisman on his forehead. Suddenly, a cold feeling surged into Wei Kuang's body, making him couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Wei Kuang, haven't you noticed that you have become a lot more irritable since you came here?" Han Xu's voice made Wei Kuang sober up. He thought about what he had just said, and his heart was full of fear.

"This is?"

Han Xu explained: "It's the aura here."

"The fire spirit here has a breathtaking power. It enters the body with every breath you take. Before you know the layout, it paralyzes your nerves and makes you irritable and irritable. If you continue to inhale it, you will gradually lose it. Reason has even become a tool for others to fight.”

When Wei Kuang heard this, he was so frightened that he quickly held his breath, and soon his face turned red.

"Okay, why are you so stupid?" Han Xu said, "Since I'm fine, I won't let anything happen to you."

Only then did Wei Kuang remember that Han Xu had left a talisman on his forehead, which made him still feel a cold breath flowing through his body, purifying the hot breath that came in.

"What is going on? Are all of them affected?"

Han Xu said: "At least Tang Yan is."

Tang Yan's performance was particularly obvious. Before entering the secret realm, Tang Yan was a person who rarely spoke, but just now he took the initiative to confront Ling Ran, which was not something his personality could do.

As for the others, Han Xu didn't notice anything strange for the time being.

However, it does not mean that Tang Yan is affected first and he is the weakest. There are many reasons for this. There is also a saying that the more people hide things in their hearts, the more susceptible they are to this kind of mental illness. The influence of illusion.

"Want to see what this place really looks like?" Han Xu suddenly said to Wei Kuang.

"I'll do it myself." After saying that, a crimson flame rose up from Wei Kuang's palm, and he roared. The flame grew in the wind and turned into a thousand-foot flaming sword. The flaming sword swept across all directions.

It was as if a layer of fog had been blown away, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

Lines of blue flames filled the air, sometimes turning into the roar of a giant dragon, sometimes turning into the whisper of a beautiful woman.

The flames turn into various fantasies, lingering and circling, and can become the things you desire most in your heart.

In front of Wei Kuang, there were two figures fighting each other. Each of them was displaying extremely exquisite combat skills. The battle process made people's blood boil.

After seeing this, Han Xu shook his head and said, "You are really a martial arts idiot."

Then, Wei Kuang looked near Han Xu, wanting to see what he longed for most?

Wei Kuang guessed that it should be a beauty or treasure.

However, at first glance, there was nothing.

There was nothing next to Han Xu. Those blue flames seemed to instinctively avoid him, as if they were afraid.

"You call me a martial arts idiot, but in my opinion, you are even more of a monster." Wei Kuang sighed, and he even doubted his father's vision.

The King of Wei asked Wei Kuang to help Han Xu. Now it seems that Han Xu does not need his help at all. On the contrary, without Han Xu, the probability of Wei Kuang getting into trouble would be greater.

Then, the two of them slowly walked forward amidst countless flame illusions.

In a secret cave of the Wushen Cult, the high priest and Yang Xiu looked carefully at the stone wall in front of them. On the stone wall, there was a scene taking place in the mysterious realm.

The high priest said: "Yang Xiu, how long did it take you to see through the illusion when you entered the secret realm?"

"Ten breaths." Yang Xiu said firmly.

"You are the most gifted genius in the history of our teaching. It took ten breaths, but three of them took less than ten breaths."

Following the words of the high priest, Tang Yan, Ling Ran, and another sword cultivator appeared on the stone wall.

At this time, Tang Yan's expression had already returned to normal. Apparently, as the high priest said, he was no longer affected by the illusion.

Yang Xiu also looked at the three of them, but his expression didn't change much. He was also a romantic person and was not so easily affected.

Regarding Yang Xiu's reaction, the high priest nodded with satisfaction.

He continued: "There are two other people who were not affected by the illusion at all, you see."

After saying that, the figures on the stone wall dispersed like splashed ink, and then regrouped, turning into the figures of Han Xu and the Holy Son.

The high priest said: "This holy son of the Holy Palace has profound cultivation and a rock-like heart. He is worthy of being a leader of the younger generation. I even guessed that he can already break into the extraordinary realm, but he suppressed his cultivation and failed to break through. ”

Yang Xiu's expression finally changed, and he exclaimed: "As far as I know, he just turned thirty this year."

"If he can really step into the extraordinary world, he will be the youngest extraordinary person in the history of the dynasty."

Historical records always need to be broken, and the Holy Son is obviously one of the people in this era who is qualified to break records.

The high priest turned his attention to Han Xu and said: "If the power of the Holy Son is expected, then this Han Xu surprises me. I can't even understand him."

"Obviously he is only at the eighth level, but I feel that his strength may be higher than many of them."