Flooded Star Road

Amidst all the world, various pictures flashed before Feng Zichen's eyes, about the past life, about the present, and about the future, which disturbed and disturbed his mood one after another.

Like this, the magical powers that use illusions to provoke people's minds, chaotic human beings, are extremely simple to crack, but they are extremely difficult to act.

The root of this kind of magical power is to find the flaws in the enemy's heart, enlarge it infinitely, cause emotional breakdown, and traumatize the mind, so as to destroy the Taoist heart.

If you can have a flawless Taoist mind and no flaws at all, you can ignore such supernatural powers. If you let the dust roll, and all the phenomena come, I stand still, what can you do...

This is the best way to deal with such supernatural powers, and it is also the most direct and effective way.

But when people have sex, they have selfishness. How many people are there in the predicament and without flaws in Taoism? At the very least, Feng Zichen didn't.

But this magical power can't help him, because in his body, he has the virtue of opening heaven!

Sinking down, Feng Zichen communicated with his body's kaitian merits. In an instant, purple Daoguang rose from his body, unpredictable and noble, exuding the aura of great power.

Since this Kaitian merit entered his body, there has been no movement, so that Feng Zichen almost forgot its existence.

But not long ago, he was bewildered by the illusion, and almost touched on his way, shocked in his heart, suddenly thought of Kaitian merit.

Merit, in addition to improving the cultivation base and enhancing the air transport, the biggest role is to protect the spiritual platform Qingming? What's more, it is the merit of opening the heavens.

At that time, Huan Zun used the bewitching sound to seduce him, and Feng Zichen relied on the power of opening the sky to ignore it, causing Huan Zun to suffer a great loss.

When the purple Daoguang came, all the illusions melted and turned into nothingness, and the chaotic and disordered heart of Feng Zichen also slowly recovered.

"you……"

"Impossible, how could you break my illusion?"

Seeing Feng Zichen walking out of the hong chen vientiane leisurely, Huan Zun exclaimed in disbelief, and immediately urged the hong chen mirror to drown him with the air of hong chen.

In the ancient times, the heaven and the earth were first opened, the ways of all things appeared, the ways of heaven were ignorant, and even the innate achievements of the Taoism were still being gestated. How can the cultivation civilization be flourishing today.

Some common sense nowadays may be little-known secrets until then.

The thing that merits can improve the cultivation performance began in the ancient times when the way of heaven was further perfected. On that day, the ancestor dragon set up a line of scales and made merits from the sky, which made his cultivation progress greatly.

That was the first time God gave merit after the land was opened. It was also from that day that the primordial beings knew that in addition to cultivation, the profound and yellow merits can also improve cultivation.

Huan Zun has been in a state of being sealed since the Primordial Era. He has never experienced the ancient era, and has long been derailed from the times. No one knows the mystery of merit.

Nowadays, if he wants to use the qi of the red dust to induce Feng Zichen to fall, how can it play any role? It is nothing but futile.

"No, there are so many spirit treasures on this child, but the deity can't help him. It's better to evacuate early, so as not to overturn the ship in the gutter and be suppressed by him with the spirit treasure."

Thinking about it this way, Huan Zun retired, and shouted at Feng Zichen: "I have written down the deity of today's affairs. When the deity is healed from his injury in the future, I will come back to understand the cause and effect with my little friend."

With that, Huan Zunyu drove the Red Dust Mirror and fled into the distance.

After the First War of the Ancient Times, his injuries were too serious. The body of the gods and demons, which was born in nature, was completely wiped out by his opponents, and no bit of it survived, and completely disappeared from the predicament.

It is the innate true spirit that is immortal and immortal, and is also shattered by the opponent, only bits and pieces remain.

It's a blessing to be able to save his life. As for the strength of that body, I don't know how far it has fallen.

Now his strength has plummeted, and he is completely unable to use his magical powers, and he can only rely on the Red Dust Mirror to confront the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zichen had the merits of opening the sky, and the red mirror, which had never been disadvantaged before, was useless in front of him. As a result, Huan Zun had lost the means of opposing the enemy, and naturally had to find a way to leave.

Anyway, the seal here has been opened, as long as he can escape, at that time, with the greatness of the land, no one can find him. When he recovers from his injury, he will naturally seek Feng Zichen's bad luck in order to avenge today's revenge.

"Chaotic Bead, set!"

At this point, Feng Zichen could allow him to escape, and immediately sacrificed the Chaos Orb to immobilize the surrounding time and space for thousands of miles. Afterwards, holding the Hongmeng Daozhong, he blasted towards Huan Zun.

But the Red Dust Mirror is the best innate spirit treasure after all, and how can it be suppressed so easily. I saw its body glowing red, and with a sudden struggle, it escaped from the suppression of the Chaos Orb and continued to flee to the distance.

But this moment's stay was enough for Feng Zichen to rush over, raising his hand, Hongmeng Daozhong flew out suddenly, covering the red dust mirror in it.

At the same time, the chaotic beads slid around, and the surrounding suppressive force suddenly shrank, from tens of thousands of li to tens of thousands of li, million li...In the end, it only enveloped three feet of land, firmly suppressing the red mirror.

Under the joint suppression of the Hongmeng Daozhong and Chaos Bead, apart from the innate treasure, there is no innate spiritual treasure in the prehistoric that can contend, not to mention the red dust mirror that is inferior to them.

After suppressing the Hongchen Mirror, Feng Zichen looked at the phantom Zun in the mirror, but he was in trouble. He was not the one who was able to fight the phantom Zun in the ancient times.

That existence can obliterate the innate Taoist body of the illusion, and shatter the immortal true spirit, his Feng Zichen does not have this ability, and suppressing the illusion is already his strongest method.

"This is troublesome." Looking at the three spirit treasures hanging in the air, Feng Zichen felt a little embarrassed for a while.

The Hongmeng Dao Bell and Chaos Bead ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are both very useful to him. They are used to suppress Huanzun and Hongchen Mirror, but they are a bit wasteful. But if he let him go, wouldn't it be a joke?

Not to mention the Red Dust Mirror, which is a complete top-quality innate spiritual treasure. Is it possible that he would be grateful for not being a phantom if he released the phantom?

The hatred of a big Luo Jinxian is enough to make people headache, not to mention, this big Luo Jinxian can also control a fierce beast.

As the flesh and blood of the Chaos Demon God, the innate beasts bred directly, they are the first generation of beasts, the original beasts.

The fierce beasts of later generations are all Chaos Demon Gods, made from them as samples. Therefore, they are a family of fierce beasts, natural kings, and fierce beasts are naturally subject to their control.

"The phantasy is too harmful, you can't let it go anyway."

After thinking about it, Feng Zichen had a decision in his heart, and decided to use the Hongmeng Dao Bell and the brand of Bu Zhoushan to suppress Huan Zun and free the Chaos Orb.

After all, most of his current wealth is in the Chaos Bead. If Huan Zun was suppressed in it, in case of any accident, he would not cry.