War God Asura

At this moment, not only Li Xiaohan launched a fatal attack on Xingjue, the entire hall was in chaos, and everyone was fighting for the treasure.

Xiaohan's grandmother is now fighting the Emperor, while Uncle Pan is robbing the other two elders of the Panlonghui. You must know that one of the elders is his brother.

When Uncle Pan was away, he always served as the chairman of the Panlong Society, but after Uncle Pan returned, he took the initiative to return the president to Uncle Pan, and he was willing to be an elder.How can this kind of brotherhood be shaken for the treasure.

And even the Xuanbing brothers were fighting each other for a treasure. Looking at the changes in everyone at this moment, Xing Jue was doing a careful analysis. Originally Xing Jue guessed that everyone might have been tricked by some kind of deception. Lost his nature, but if this is the case, there is no reason why he can stay awake.

"Success to death"

At this moment, Li Xiaohan suddenly came to Xing Jue, and the dark black Zhan Soul sword in his hand was slashing down at Xing Jue with bursts of tearing sound.

But with such a fatal attack, Xing Jue suddenly closed his eyes, and on his face, the previous ugly colors were gone. On the contrary, a smile was raised on the corners of his mouth.

"Break for me"

Suddenly, when the Zhan Po Sword in Li Xiaohan's hand was about to strike Xingjue, Xingjue's eyes suddenly opened. At the same time, a powerful force spread out from the body of Xingjue, like a hurricane. .With it as the center, it swept away extremely fast.

And Li Xiaohan, who was closest to her, was hit directly and turned into a plume of white smoke and disappeared away. After that, the hurricane swept across the entire hall, and everyone in the hall turned into a repeat. The green smoke disappeared.

"This...is it an illusion again?"

But when the hurricane dissipated, Xing Jue was surprised to find that he did not return to the imaginary hall, but was in a white space.

This space is made of white gas, and the billowing gas is like white clouds. The surrounding area of ​​Xingjue is quite beautiful.

Xing Jue had previously seen through it. It was not that Li Xiaohan and the others had changed, but that he had already caught the illusion of others. What he had just seen was all an illusion, so Xing Jue concentrated his mind to break the illusion.

But what Ling Xingjue couldn't expect was that he actually hit a phantom in Ling. Thinking of this, Xing Jue closed his eyes again, trying to crack the illusion in front of him with his own power of thought.

At this moment, the soul power in Xing Jue's body is rapidly condensing. The soul is the root of man, and Xing Jue must use soul power to make his thoughts more concentrated.

"Isn't it?"

But when Xing Jue opened his eyes again, he found helplessly, there was no change at all in front of him, still the billowing white gas.

"Is it an entity? Okay, let me try it."