The Human Emperor

Wang Zhong was cold, without saying a word, the fierce slap, pounding, toward “Xu Qiqin”. When he saw that Wang Fu Yan did not enter, he was completely inactive, and “Xu Qiqin” finally couldn't bear to change his face. Her body slipped backwards before Wang Chung's air went down.

“Wang Chong, I didn't expect you to be so obstinate, my words didn't work for you at all. ”

“Xu Qiqin” and Wang Shou pulled apart the distance, back to the door, the whole person's temperament was completely different from that of the previous gentle and wise appearance. Her voice was hoarse, full of resentment and hatred, and it was horrifying. And the fierce, mad murderous smell on her is even more frightening.

The true harp is definitely not of this character, let alone so terrible. Obviously, the identity of this “Xu Qiqin” is no longer self-destructive.

“… just one more thing I don't understand is that the world is real and everything should be there. There can't be any blossoms. Where the hell do you see the world as fake? ”

“Xu Qiqin” stared at Wang Chung, some hysterical. Her face is changing more and more, not just her temperament, but even the color of her two eyes has changed, revealing some dark greenery.

“Oh, really? ”

Wang Chung sneered:

“From the western realm to the Beijing master, 10,000 miles away, no more than a month can reach the Beijing master at all. Gao Xianzhi was devalued to reach Jingshi, but after seven days in the district, even flying won't fly, right? ”

“Buzz!”

It's just one sentence, and it's like an arrow piercing your heart, “Xu Qiqin," or the person who imagined the whole world, and he stayed there all at once, and the whole person was like a broken leather ball, and he couldn't even say a single word.

Anything is broken, except that he has always believed that his “world” is as real as the real world.

However, Wang Chong's words completely broke his confidence. He never thought that Wang Chong would be able to see through the world's false key bloom, but this is it.

“Really is real, fake is fake. In a real world, there's more than just temperature, humidity, touch, smell, taste. There's a lot more to it. Space, distance, emotion, reaction, even if you do it more realistically and perfectly, there's bound to be some omissions and some blooms. Only blossoms can never be true. Fake, always fake! ”

Wang shook up.

The moment he just woke up, at that moment, he really almost believed that he was in the study, unconscious for seven days and seven nights, and all the trips to the northwest were delusions he had experienced in his sleep, it was a big dream. After all, however, Wang Shou felt a little uncomfortable.

When Gao Xianzhi appeared with Cheng for thousands of miles, Wang Chong almost immediately understood the truth.

It's just this real illusion, it's so rare, so rare, so incredible, that it's real enough for any powerful psychic magician, including Wang Chong himself, to sigh and behold, and Xiang's back is difficult, even in his lifetime, to encounter.

And there is a vast mental restraint in the underground cave, and Wang Chung still doesn't know how they did it. To be able to pull a spiritually powerful man of his rank into his illusory world.

Almost an instinct to make Wang Chong unwilling to easily miss such opportunities for learning and observation.

It was intolerable for Wang Zhongwan to control “mother” to marry Xu Qiqin and disguise him as Xu Qiqin.

“... if it weren't for the accident, I'd still be stuck in your underground cave, 167,000 meters deep. ”

In the last sentence, Wang punched calmly.

“I can't believe it, I can't believe it...”

“Xu Qiqin” muttered to himself and did not hear Wang Chong at all. And as she said, the whole room suddenly shook.

Bang, a fine white ceramic carved teapot on the table first burst, then snapped, a wooden wall in the corner of the room, starting at the roots of the wall, suddenly cracking open numerous gaps, and these cracks spread throughout the room at an alarming rate.

Immediately thereafter, bam, the sandalwood table three or four steps away from Wang Chung suddenly exploded into pieces and disappeared into the air like a green smoke without any external force.

And in the room, more and more weird things keep happening.

The large red festive silk, silk, and mandarins that fill the entire room disappear quickly, like melting ice and snow in the sun. And the corners of the room, a big red candle with thick arms, pounding and extinguishing.

And much more is going on.

A huge crack runs through the room, tearing Wang Chong's room apart, while between Wang Chong and Xu Qiqin, the ground tears, and a huge ditch appears between the two.

The black crack was deep, like a giant mouth swallowing towards both sides, and where the crack extended, all the planks and furniture broke down into the tiniest particles.

At this moment, the whole emperor and the vast infinity of the world, centred on the study where Wang Chong is located, burst, a burst of noise coming from the whole world, the original solid world suddenly showed signs of collapse.

And the first thing that collapsed was the sky's sun, which, with a tremendous surge in the sky, became a simple white source of light, and the light grew lighter and lighter.

And the edge of the whole world, the sound of the earth, a ground that is constantly collapsing, along with the walls of the most marginal city of Beijing.

- With Wang Chong's words, but in an instant, the whole world is completely collapsed.

At this moment, in the room, the scenery in Wang's eyes also changed rapidly, and everything was distorted dramatically, as if colorful pigments were stirred together. “Xu Qiqin” has long disappeared, leaving only the simplest, most original particles and colour blocks in front of him.

“I can't believe someone could unlock my true dream! ”

“Xu Qiqin” 's incredible voice came from Wang Chong's ears. The next moment, endless darkness entered the curtain and surged. At the same time, Wang Chung smelled the thin, cold, cloudy air in the underground cave.

“Ah!”

It was also at this time that Wang Jinglu heard many groans of various sizes and pains in his voice.

These voices he had never heard before. Finally...

Wang punched in front of him and returned to the underground cave.

At the moment of opening his eyes, Wang Chung did not see the narrow passage where he was sitting, but sometime appeared underneath a huge Kaster Rock Melting Cave of the size of six or seven King's Palace mansions.

In Wang Chong's perceived range, a giant bell milkstone drooped from above, and beneath this bell milkstone, Wang Chong herself saw tired bones.

These bones appear to be an earlier group of warriors entering the cave, whose bones appear macular, and many places have decayed into black. And just above these bones, Wang Chung saw the density and numbness of three hundred or four hundred sectarian fighters.

Some of these sectarian fighters fell to the ground, while others stood there muttering to themselves, while others waved swords and yelled at each other. Their faces are also or cry or laugh, or they are crazy or crazy, and their emotions vary, and the only thing that is the same is that their eyes are closed, as if they were bewitched by something.

Chi!

And almost simultaneously, a sense of pain came from the chest, and Wang chucked his head down. Just a glance and a slight change of look.

“How can it be? ”

Right in front of Wang Chung's chest, a sword wound was pulled from his left shoulder to his right chest, and Wang Chung's clothes were torn along with this wound.

This scar is identical to Wang's sword marks in that illusory world, attacked by black-clothed men.

“Are the injuries in that illusory world harmed in reality as well? How is this possible? ”

Wang Shou was also a master of spiritual power, and directly defeated Machir's strongest "abyss world” with his own forbidden sun, but Wang Shou only severely wounded each other through spiritual force, unable to bring the wounds caused by the spiritual world to the body as well. All of this is beyond imagination.

At this time, Wang Zhong felt a familiar aura.

Just over 10 meters from Wang Chong, Wang Chong saw “Xu Qiqin” again.

No, it can no longer be called Xu Qiqin.

Although the person in front of him was still wearing the same big red robe as Xu Qiqin, full of Jin Cui Zhu Chai, he was obviously unable to keep Xu Qiqin in that state after being struck by Wang.

His face looks just like Xu Qiqin at this time, while other parts are evil, Qiqin and Xu Qiqin are completely different.

- They are not the same person at all.

Quietly around, everything seemed bizarre.

“Who are you? No, you should say what you really are! ”

Wang pupil shrunk, his eyes revealed a thick consternation.

Ever since entering this underground cave, everything has given him an unspeakable quirk.

A magician without any spiritual power can do the same damage to the body in the illusory spiritual world, and that illusory world is so sturdy and so real. In Wang Chong's cognition, this is not what human spiritual magicians can do.

More than that, in the light of the circumstances, he also controlled 300 or 400 fighters in this underground cave, trapping their souls in an illusory world.

And when you think about it, you end up choosing the narrow tunnel where the disc knees breathe, and I'm afraid it's not really a tunnel at all, it's this cave that he's covering up with mental force.

That explains why the dragon beasts didn't come after us. Not because the tunnels are too small for them to get in, but because there's a horrible, perverted creature here.