Chapter 848 Illusion!

The two followed Qingyuan one after another.

Even so, they still did not relax their vigilance against the outside world.

As they got closer and closer to the palace, the dancing fairies, the soldiers forging battle formations, and various fairy and spiritual beasts gradually stopped and turned their attention to them.

The aura exuded by each of them is unfathomable.

Even Chen Mo, who had already reached the realm of gods, felt a deep shock of being invincible.

However, these people all have faint smiles on their faces. The smiles look sincere, but there is always something weird about them.

"Chen...Brother Chen." Yi Tingsheng took a step forward, whispered into Chen Mo's ear, and asked, "Are these also fake?"

Faced with doubts, Chen Mo couldn't give an answer.

He couldn't tell.

Even if you rely on [Minor], you still can't tell the difference.

Everything seems reasonable at the moment, but something is not quite right, but if you think about it carefully, you can't notice anything unusual.

"Let's go and take a look first."

Chen Mo reminded carefully.

Besides, they had no other choice.

Yi Tingsheng tried it, and he couldn't even hurt the other party.

Climbing the ladder to the sky, as the three of them continued to advance, they finally arrived at the palace that, seen from a distance, was hidden in the fairy mist.

Looking up, the palace wall is made of a single piece of spiritual jade. The jade is warm and exudes soft fluorescence. There are faint spiritual patterns flickering on it. I wonder if it is the secret of immortal magic.

The gate of the palace is ten feet high, and the door leaf is made of purple gold.

In the center of the gate is a huge circular relief with a sinuous body of a dragon and gorgeous and elegant phoenix feathers.

It can be said that the palace in front of him meets all Chen Mo's imagination of things in the Xian family.

"You two, please!"

Qingyuan smiled, and the giant door opened in response.

Chen Moxun heard that there was not an empty world behind the door, but steps one after another.

Climbing up the steps paved with white jade, he noticed that every step under his feet was carved with a delicate lotus pattern, and on both sides were two rows of lifelike crane stone carvings.

Stepping inside the palace, there is a huge crystal chandelier hanging above the hall.

In the hall, there are huge pillars standing. The pillars are made of black iron as the core and covered with a layer of what looks like golden dragon scales.

The entire hall is spectacular and unusually majestic.

Above the palace, there is a throne.

Sitting on the throne was a handsome young man.

The figure of the young man is illusory and ethereal, and one can tell at a glance that it is false.

Chen Mo used [Enlightenment], and sure enough, there was no one on the throne, and there was no movement at all.

"The Immortal is waiting for you."

Qingyuan took two steps back, then turned and left the magnificent palace.

"What to do now?" Yi Tingsheng was a little undecided.

"Go up first."

He nodded and followed the footsteps to the shadow.

As they approached, the handsome young man slowly opened his eyes and said in an inappropriately old voice: "I am Huanyue. I am originally an ordinary monk in the mortal world. I have traveled across the mountains and rivers, visiting famous teachers, and looking for Spiritual Land. I found a broken old scripture in the ancient ruins. Although it was incomplete, I studied it day and night and understood a unique way of cultivation. "

"You are destined to be with me today. If you can come here without being blinded by the illusion I set, I will pass on the skills to you. From now on, you will be my disciples of Huanyue."

As soon as the words fell, two groups of white light slowly floated out and gradually poured into the minds of the two.

Chen Mo felt a warm current flowing through his body, and suddenly a lot of illusion experience came to his mind.

On the other side, the same goes for Yi Tingsheng.

After a brief period of doubt, my heart turned into joy.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful the illusion is, it is impossible to deceive his feelings! That kind of understanding and experience cannot be faked!

He sat cross-legged and began to practice.

Gradually, Chen Mo also felt the mystery and strangeness of the techniques inherited by Huanyue. He even had a vague feeling that as long as they devoted themselves to practicing the techniques given to them by Immortal Huanyue, even if they were in the state of becoming gods, You can all be unafraid of Lianxu’s attacks!

As this thought became stronger and stronger, the shadow in the hall also showed a happy expression.

Everything is true.

Immortals, immortal music, palaces, techniques...

Chen Mo was immersed in it, but still retained a trace of sobriety.

And this last bit of clarity told him not to be addicted, not to be addicted!

He used his last ray of consciousness to bring up the panel.

My eyes went straight to the [Kung Fu] and [Spell] column, finally! A problem arises!

He has been practicing for so long, but neither the techniques nor the techniques have been recorded.

Immortal Huanyue's illusions are very powerful, strong enough to deceive anyone in the cultivation continent, but he also has limitations - he cannot deceive the system!

The panel is like the base point from which he anchors, and from this base point, everything returns to normal.

Chen Mo, who had uncovered the illusion, gradually became clear. Just when he was about to break through the shackles, countless dark brown rays of light erupted from Yi Tingsheng's body beside him.

The light is getting stronger and stronger.

These rays of light seemed to be corrosive, and wherever they were illuminated, the originally magnificent and majestic palace was burned bit by bit.

Gradually, Chen Mo heard the shrill howl of ghosts and wolves.

The palace became a gloomy ghost cave.

The figures of the fairies and soldiers gradually became distorted and turned into various hideous monsters. The surroundings were filled with black mist, and dry hands kept reaching out from the mist, as if to drag them into the endless dark abyss.

"I knew it! They are all fake!" Yi Tingsheng suddenly laughed, "This is your true face, right?"

However, Chen Mo suddenly put his hand on his shoulder.

He didn't know what happened to the other party, but still said: "No! This may also be fake."

"Impossible!"

Yi Tingsheng was extremely sure.

"Why is it impossible?"

Below, the dry hands had already torn their ankles. The two tried to break free, but found that it was useless.

"I have broken the illusion!"

"How did you break it?" Chen Mo asked again.

"I... I..."

Yi Tingsheng began to hesitate and couldn't say it.

In an instant, Chen Mo had an ominous premonition!

Could it be that the person in front of him who entered, moved forward, and came here with him was also fake?

If this is true, how terrifying is the Secret Realm of the Fantasy Moon Fairyland?

It is impossible to tell the real from the fake!

Chen Mo watched himself being dragged away, and struggling was hopeless.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his arm, and then pulled him up, stabilizing his fall.

At this moment, the illusions around him began to dissipate, and the gloomy hell turned into layers of white ash, gradually peeling off in front of Chen Mo.

"Brother Chen, you finally woke up!" (End of this chapter)