Chapter 858 Secret Exposed? The Flaw of the Mirage Dragon Illusion. Hand over the Orb and I Will Tell You the Truth.

"Who are you?"

Ci Song frowned and asked. "Who am I?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe heard the words, chuckled, and then said, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know what you are investigating, and I also know what happened in the battle of guarding the gate. ”

Ci Song looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe quietly and said, "Do you know the truth about the battle of guarding the pass?"

"Of course I know." The middle-aged man in purple robe said with a faint smile on his face: "Because I was one of the participants in the battle to guard the pass, but before that, you have to put your Hand over the Wen Yun Orb!"

When Ci Song heard this, he felt a turmoil in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm, looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe, and said: "This Wen Lun Orb is yours, so why ask me to hand it over?"

"Hey, little friend Ci, stop pretending to me, I'm talking about the real gem of literary fortune in your body!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe had a smile on his face and said: "You think you have obtained the inheritance of the mirage, and by hiding it with your mirage talent, you can hide it from the sky and prevent me from seeing that there is another real civilization in your body. Transporting orbs?”

Ci Song's face suddenly changed, and his eyes flashed with vigilance.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in purple robe chuckled, and then continued: "You must be curious, how can I see through the mirage hidden in your Dantian, right?"

"Actually, the reason is very simple. I placed a ban on this imitation orb, and sealed it with a trace of the talent in the mirror. Only when you touch the orb and pick it up, the energy in this orb will be revealed. Only when you look in the mirror can your talent be stimulated, so that I can see the scene in your Dantian."

"Even the illusion of a mirage can't cover up the endless literary fortune in your Dantian. How about this gift I left you, do you still like it?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at Ci Song with a gloomy face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a proud smile.

"So, are you going to tell the world's intellectuals about the Wen Yun Orb in my body?"

Ci Song looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe coldly and said.

"Haha, you are wrong."

The middle-aged man in purple robe chuckled, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to tell the world about your possession of the Wen Yun Pearl. I have no interest in that. What I want is the real gem in your body." Jewel of Wen Yun."

"You want to take away my literary fortune orb?"

"Haha, little friend Ci, don't get me wrong."

Feeling the killing intent emanating from Ci Song, the middle-aged man in purple robe chuckled, and then said, "I don't want to rob you of your literary fortune orb, but I want to make a deal with you."

"trade?"

Ci Song frowned slightly, and the killing intent in his body gradually subsided. He looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe and said, "What deal?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe pondered for a moment, and then said: "How about you lend me your Wen Yuan Orb, and I will tell you the truth about the battle of guarding the gate?"

"Oh."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ci Song's mouth, and the raging talent surged in his palm, turning into a talent sword. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Do you think it is possible for me to lend you the Wen Yun Orb? ?”

"Little friend, I don't want to fight with you. After all, you are also a rare genius in our Tianyuan Continent. I don't want a genius like you to perish in this world.

In my hands. "The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at the Caiqi sword in Ci Song's hand, without any fear on his face, and said lightly: "However, if you really want to take action, I can only be forced to take action to suppress you. , personally took out the Wen Yun Orb. "

"Huh, suppress me? That depends on whether you have the ability!" Ci Song snorted coldly, and then he shook his sword with the palm of his hand, turning into a bright sword light and slashing directly at the middle-aged man in purple robe.

"Little friend Ci, although your strength is good, you are still not good enough to defeat me."

When the middle-aged man in purple robe saw this, he chuckled, and then waved his sleeve, and the dark purple talent suddenly spurted out, turning into a big hand that covered the sky and the sun, directly grabbed the bright sword light, and then gently With force, the bright sword light was crushed into pieces.

"The pinnacle of literary talent, the full moon of literary talent."

Ci Song looked at the middle-aged man in purple robe who blocked his blow easily, with a dignified look in his eyes.

He could feel that the strength of this purple-robed middle-aged man had already reached the level of a full-moon literary giant, and he was only one step away from the semi-saint realm.

"Haha, little friend Ci, I advise you to stop struggling and give me the Orb of Wen Yun. Maybe I will let you live."

"Don't even think about escaping or asking for help. This is a world of nothingness that I created myself. Unless I take the initiative to remove it, no one will be able to detect and enter this world of nothingness. Even if you have the Orb of Wen Yun, you are no exception. "

The middle-aged man in purple robe stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Ci Song calmly, and said, "So, you should hand over the Wen Yun Orb."

"You mean, no one will find out here, right?"

When Ci Song heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face. The middle-aged man in purple robe frowned slightly when he saw this, not knowing what Ci Song's smile meant. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a terrifying aura that made his heart palpitate, released from Ci Song's body.

"This is……"

The purple-robed middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, his eyes were full of disbelief, looking at the terrifying aura released from Ci Song's body, he said in a trembling voice: "Saint... Saint's talent?!"

"The answer is correct, but unfortunately there is no prize."

Ci Song smiled slightly, and then his mind moved, and suddenly a more terrifying saint's aura rushed up from his body. Ci Song took out the Shengxie Sword from the jade pendant, and behind him, a saint's phantom began to condense.

This phantom exuded a powerful aura, as if a real saint had descended to the mortal world.

"How is this possible?!" The purple-robed middle-aged man looked at the broken void world, his face full of disbelief, "You are obviously not a saint, why can you exude the aura of a saint?!"

"It seems that you don't know much about the Wenyun Orb."

Ci Song sneered and slowly waved the Shengxie Sword in his hand, "The first move of the Gentleman Sword, the righteous spirit."

"It seems that this Wenyun Orb is more powerful than I thought."

"But this is just right, as long as I get this orb, our Yin-Yang family will no longer be constrained by the Temple of the Forefathers."

"And I will become a true saint."

The purple-robed middle-aged man's expression was full of greed, and his eyes, which contained bright stars, suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, like two meteors across the sky, whistling towards Ci Song.

. . . . . .