Awakening of All People: Invincible Start from Becoming an Illusionist

"Hahaha, Brother Split Yang, look there is a fool here!""

The young master Tianxiong covered his stomach and smiled.

Even the nine heads of Jiu Haeyang pursed their lips, forcing themselves not to let themselves laugh, if they really wanted to laugh out loud, it would be too rude.

They really can't think of what the courage of this kid in front of them has the courage to say such a thing.

Compared with the realm, he is not as good as the few swordsmen next to him.

"Sure enough, small bugs always don't know how high the sky is."

Young Master Tianxiong advocated opening his arms, and a set of faint blue armor slowly emerged.

Gives a mountain of pressure.

"How? Are you afraid? Feel the power?"

Young Master Tianxiong said with a smug smile, his contemptuous eyes completely ignored people.

Has Su Qianqian's rare complexion improved? I have to admit that this day, Young Master Xiong actually brought him a lot of pressure.

The strength is absolutely not bad.

Nine Splits Yang is also ready for battle, the nine heads roared together, and a powerful force melted into his heart.

At the same time, the Shushan disciples who were watching the excitement felt that their power was being suppressed.

They reacted immediately, this lion's roar should be a kind of special skill, can strengthen oneself, then weaken the enemy.

"What should we do? Are we going to go?" Li Qiankun asked 043 softly.

Su Qianqian buttoned his ears, not feeling worried at all.

"Let them fight, we can just watch the fun."

Zhang Ran slowly opened his arms, a false world descended, and the world in a radius of dozens of miles turned into an ancient battlefield in an instant.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the river of blood, and a magic sword hung above the sky, exuding an unparalleled terrifying aura.

That is the purest destruction, even if Su Qianxian has a gluttonous bloodline, he claims to be able to eat everything in the world.

But in front of this magic sword, he still felt the deadly killing intent.

He couldn't help but ask: "Daughter, what's the matter with this sword?"

Su Bailu raised her head and glanced at it, and there was a difference. She remembered that this thing should have been eaten by Tai Xu.

This one should be fake.

"The god Shennong put a demon in the Jianmu ruins, called the Demon of Destruction.

"The Demon of Destruction is possessed by a piece of eternal gold and turned into a magic sword. Even if it has been sealed for thousands of years, the magic sword still has the power of a demigod at the eighth level.

"Zhang Ran teamed up with Tai Xu to fight him for a month, and consumed two psionic crystal ore veins before killing it."

"This one should be fake, it's an illusion summoned by Zhang Ran, but it should also inherit some of the magic sword's power.

The Shushan disciples next to them were in a cold sweat, and even Young Master Tianxiong and Jiuquanyang, who were about to attack, were taken aback.

"It's too fake, and it's still at the eighth level of demigod?"

The next second, a bald cloak appeared out of thin air and punched the young master Tianxiong in the stomach.

Directly hit the latter hundreds of meters away.

Young Master Tianxiong stood up, patted his body with his claws, and patted off the dust that had just been contaminated.

Then he continued to walk towards Zhang Ran with the steps he did not recognize.

"An ant, just your punch is not enough to tickle me."

But before taking two steps, the young master Tianxiong suddenly knelt down, spitting out a big mouthful of blood, and there were shards of internal organs that kept squirming.

There was an unconcealed horror in the two small eyes. He couldn't put it on.

The punch just now directly broke his eight ribs, and his internal organs were all torn apart, and a force of destruction circled inside him.

The constant erosion of his body made it difficult to recover from his injuries.

At the same time, this destructive force also continued to destroy his nerves, causing him to feel an extremely intense pain.

It was as if there were thousands of knives slicing wildly in the body.

Simply maddening.

Jiu Zheyang also became serious, and said solemnly: "Impossible, your strength is not right? Is it a demigod?

Although some look down on the young master Tianxiong, the opponent's strength is there, at least there is no opponent in the demigod.

Even if it is him, he can only open six or four to the young master of the heavenly bear, he is six (ajbe), and the young master of the heavenly bear is four!

The strength of the two sides is not much different, and at most there is a difference in talent.

To be able to vomit blood from the young master Tianxiong with one punch, the power of this punch must not be underestimated.

"Of course I'm not a demigod!" Zhang Ran opened his arms, and endless darkness came across time and space.

Locked all around, like a black coffin imprisoning the entire false world.

"Field?"

He was sure he had read it right, and this was the realm.

The realm is the power that demigods can control, even if it is a weak realm, it is crushing for people under demigods.

The master of the realm can control everything in the realm and suppress the enemy.

So even if they have power comparable to a demigod, they are only comparable, and they are still powerless in the face of a real demigod.

This is not a level of power at all.

"It's impossible, why? Isn't this world not allowing demigods to come?"

Young Master Tianxiong's eyes were a little confused.

"So I'm not a demigod! 39

Zhang Ran reached out and snapped his fingers, and the power of fear began to accumulate.

Young Master Tianxiong and Jiu Zheyang immediately felt that something was wrong, and the fear in their hearts rose uncontrollably.

This is not normal.

They are arrogant mythical beasts, with their own dignity, even in the face of invincible enemies, they will not be timid.

The emotion of fear has long been abandoned by them.

At this moment, the nine-headed lion suddenly felt a cold light blooming, and he turned his head to look, and a black long sword pierced the air.

He wanted to hide, but his body was already suppressed by fear, and it was extremely difficult to move.

"Move, move me!" The nine heads roared together, and the psionic energy clearly made a sound like a rushing river in the body.

Finally, the body of the nine-headed lion slowly took a step forward. It was this step that allowed him to avoid death, but a black sword light flashed.

Eight of the nine heads were chopped off, leaving only the last one.

On the only remaining head, two eyes were filled with horror.

The black magic sword floated in the air, and the strange one-eyed was filled with regrets, almost almost.

All nine heads of nine lions can be chopped off.

To be honest, Zhang Ran is very upset to see nine lions. As a lion, one head is enough.

Why are nine long? It's really ugly.

"..."

Jiu Zhe Yang Gang wanted to move out his family elders and suppressed Zhang Ran's arrogance.

Suddenly, he found that his nine heads were still there, and he had not suffered any damage.

"Um?"

I saw a glimpse of darkness from the corner of his eyes, and the magic sword struck again.

Fear broke out again, constantly destroying the heart of the nine lions.