"...for the last time."

"Yes, the last time! The villain has somewhat understood why the spell failed. It's not my own fault, but the change of heaven and earth... So that's it, that's it..."

Zhu Er summoned the incense table again, and once again the place became ablaze with green light.

The intensity of the blue light continues to rise, and gradually it is almost exceeding the critical point that the sea water here can withstand. Once it exceeds, it will explode again!

But this time, after the intensity of the green light reached its limit, Zhu Er suddenly changed. With a change of fingertips, the green light suddenly began to shrink and condense, and gradually formed an extremely huge green halo!

The halo continued to exude a heart-stopping pressure, and immediately, an old man's figure enveloped in blue light stepped out of the halo, with his back to Zhu Er and Ning Fan, and his face to the palace of Yiyou.

Stand with your hands behind your back.

That huge green ring is clearly a saint ring that only saints can possess!

The old man possessed terrifying pressure at the level of a saint. It seemed that he could destroy the entire dream world with just one thought. The words he spoke made Ning Fan's expression change!

"I came here by God's will to destroy the world! Those who stand in the way will be killed without mercy! Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"

These words, this wild laughter, seemed to be spoken to the ghosts in the palace, and they also seemed to be spoken to Ning Fan! The huge coercion carried by that laughter echoed in Ning Fan's ears.

It's like the sound of heaven and earth echoing! And every time it echoes, it will bring Ning Fan a sharp pain that is almost shattering in his sea of ​​consciousness!

However, at this moment, Ning Fan could no longer care about the pain. His whole body was completely shocked by the brief words of this mysterious saint.

Destroy the world!

This Zhu Er actually invited a saint! And the saint he invited actually planned to destroy the dream world!

What a joke! Aren't you trying to get rid of ghosts? Why did it become...destroy the world!

Ning Fan's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and he suddenly had countless guesses in his heart, and then he felt a trace of regret! He shouldn't have given Zhu Er the chance to invite a saint, he shouldn't have! This Zhu Er...could he be a powerful enemy in disguise!

There is no trace of falsehood in this saint's aura. Even if you scan it with the eyesight of a second-level heavenly being, you can only see the truth!

This is a true saint!

If this saint is the enemy of the Purple Dou Immortal Realm, and if inviting this saint is Zhu Er's conspiracy, then what happened today will most likely become the bane of the destruction of the Dream Realm!

And this disaster was only possible because of Ning Fan's repeated connivance!

In the dream world, can anyone compete with the third-step saint?

In the catastrophe of the wilderness that day, just an ancient overhaul-level Yin Mo almost wiped out many of the Momo Immortal Emperors in the dream world. If a saint-level enemy comes, the four worlds and nine realms, the demon world, the ancient devil abyss and many other interfaces will be destroyed.

Even if their powers are combined together, they may not be able to compete!

All we can do is watch... be destroyed!

If the dream world is really destroyed because of this, then he, Ning Fan, will be the troublesome sinner in the dream world! Because this great enemy of the saint came with his connivance!

"Zhu Er! Give me an explanation!"

Ning Fan's killing intent surged wildly.

This world is the dream world created by Immortal Emperor Zi Dou; this is the last home that countless martyrs Zi Dou desperately guarded; this is his home, and the place where his closest relatives and friends live!

He can forgive Zhu Er for his previous verbal offence, but if Zhu Er has the intention to destroy the world, that is a different matter! Because this means putting his closest relatives and friends in danger!

If this is the case, then Ning Fan will try his best to make Zhu Er pay the price here!

Ning Fan has not released this level of murderous intent for many years. The roar of murderous intent made Zhu Er, who was originally a little proud, feel horrified and confused.

He finally succeeded in performing the spell, why did the master become angry?

Could it be that the master misunderstood something? Misunderstood that he invited a real saint? Misunderstood that the saint he invited really wanted to destroy the dream world?

"Master, calm down! You have misunderstood, misunderstood... This is not a real saint, it is just an illusion. If you don't believe it, I will ask this 'sage' to turn his head. Master will know at a glance that what the villain said is true..."

While Zhu Er explained, he chanted the formula to control the saint. In an instant, the old saint, who was standing with his hands behind his back and looking at the sky, turned around.

What an old face that is.

However, that face actually looks exactly like Ning Fan's. It is exactly what Ning Fan will look like when he is old...

Ning Fan's eyes became slightly strange.

He didn't think there would be a saint in the real world who looked like him.

He also didn't think that any descended saint would be bored and transform into his appearance.

"Master, you have to believe me. This is not a real saint. This is an empty shell, used to scare people. The pressure is real, but that pressure can't hurt people. At most, it can only bring harm to people.

The sea of ​​consciousness is in severe pain, thereby increasing others’ belief in this matter…”

"Master, if you still don't believe it, you can come closer and touch it. This saint is like a bubble, which will break if you touch it..."

Ning Fan approached as he was told, and with caution, he touched the saint who had the same appearance as him.

Then, the saint, the ring of the first saint, the pressure in the sky, etc., all burst like a bubble with a bang.

Fake…

It’s actually fake…

Mingming's aura, coercion, etc. are made just like a real saint, but it is a useless exorcism shell that will crack when touched...

Since Ning Fan has been practicing Taoism, he has never been so speechless at this moment.

He was so close to the enemy that he even thought about the outcome of dying here. However, Zhu Er told him that this saint's enemy was fake...

"Is this an illusion? What level of illusion..."

"Tai Xuan's top grade, an illusion that only true saints can use."

No wonder even my heavenly eyes can't detect any falsehood. It's actually a Taixuan high-grade illusion technique that can only be used by saints... I guess once this technique came out, not many people in the entire dream world would be able to see through the falseness of that saint's aura...

"...How did you use the illusion that only a saint can use?"

"Haha, what I use is not complete, just a part. The person who taught me this technique is a real saint. The saint once said that when this technique is complete, you can use illusion to transform into a real saint to help in the battle. But if it is incomplete,

, then you can only conjure up its form, but not the reality. In short, you can only conjure up a saint to scare people, which is of little use..."

No, being able to scare people is already a very scary use, okay? The premise is... this lie is not exposed by others.

If this saint had not had the same face as Ning Fan, and if Zhu Er had not warned him in advance, Ning Fan would never have thought that this saint was a sham.

"Speaking of which, why did the illusion you used make the saint look the same as me..."

"If I don't have the same appearance as your old man, this technique will not be successful." Zhu Er said with a smile.

"What's the meaning?"

"In short, because the master is one of the few practitioners in the world, this technique can imitate the image of the master and achieve success."

"What does it have to do with me being a cultivator?" Ning Fan frowned and glanced at Zhu Er. He didn't seem to have shown his cultivator in front of Zhu Er, but Zhu Er recognized it...

"because…"

Zhu Er opened his mouth to explain to Ning Fan, but suddenly his expression changed and he showed a look of fear. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't spit out a single word.

There was even cold sweat breaking out on my forehead!

It seems that in today's world, under the current laws of the Great Dao, once you speak out those taboos, disaster will be imminent!

For a long time, for a long time...Zhu Er said dejectedly and sadly, "I'm sorry, Master, I can't tell the reason. Because...I can't say it!"

Speechless!

Speechless again!

Tu Huang had also told many secrets of the real world before, but there were no unspeakable situations in those.

However, what Zhu Er wanted to talk about happened in such an incredible situation...

From this point of view, not all things in the real world cannot be discussed. Some can be discussed, and some... cannot be touched at all!

"That's all, forget it if you can't say it. Let's change the question. Can't the saint you transformed have the appearance of someone else? For example, a random stranger..."

"In the past, it was possible; now, it's not possible... Only by cultivating the image can you use it to perform this technique." Zhu Er sighed.

Ning Fan frowned. Zhu Er's words gave rise to countless speculations in his heart, but he could not get any confirmation.

There are too many secrets of heaven and earth that cannot be touched, too many things that cannot be described...

"Does it have to be like me?"

"yes…"

"That's it...then forget it."

"Master, please allow me to take a short rest. Every time this technique is used successfully, it will cause huge losses. It cannot be used again unless the rest is complete."

"How long do I need to rest before I can perform the surgery again?"

"Three...three hours, right?" Zhu Er said with a little lack of confidence and said with a dry smile.

Ning Fan frowned, "Tell the truth!"

"Three...three days."

"to be honest!"

"Three...three years."

"Give you one last chance...tell the truth!"

"Three million years... If you use this technique once, it will take three million years for the villain to recover..." This time, it was the truth.

Ning Fan suddenly felt a headache, "Then you want me to wait here for you to take a break? Do you want me to wait here for you for three million years?"

"The villain deserves to die! The villain is afraid that if he tells the truth, his master will be angry..."

"If you go back in time, will your losses disappear? Will you return to your peak state at the previous time?" Ning Fan was silent for a while and asked.

"Yes, there is another way! Master, use the magical power of the treasure box to turn back time! This way, the villain can use this technique again!"
To be continued...