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"No! This is completely wrong!"

The old man gritted his teeth and stepped back. Just when the big bird was about to charm him, he woke up. The big bird was stunned for a moment, then opened its huge beak and bit him. The huge beak was bigger than

The old man was so big that if he took a bite, nothing would be left.

The old man kneeled and crawled away from the big bird's attack range. He looked at the big bird with a vigilant face. The big bird raised his lantern high and the bell rang again. The whole base was still so dark, like

Become one with the night.

He did not act rashly. Whether he was attacking the big bird or retreating back, he did not continue. Instead, he retreated to a relatively safe place and observed the big bird. The big bird opened its big mouth wide and turned around.

Everyone in front of him, including Jin Yin, swallowed it, and a bright red immediately filled the air. The exploding head was like the juice splashing when the watermelon was smashed, and a thin layer of blood mist filled the room.

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"This is wrong! It's completely different from what I felt. You're not real!" The old man said nothing more, but looked at the big bird in front of him seriously. At this moment, he seemed to have used an immune system and was no longer affected by it.

The charm of the big bird. At this moment, he stood in front of the big bird. The weapon in his hand had been knocked away, but there was no trace of timidity in his eyes. There were still blood stains on the terrifying big mouth, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of blood mist.

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He slowly stretched out his hand, and the blood immediately gathered towards his hand, and slowly solidified into the shape of a long sword weapon. After an instant, the blood mist surrounding the old man dissipated, and a decorative

The exquisite weapon immediately appeared in his hand. He held the sword and stared at it. He swung it hard towards the surroundings, and a beautiful silver light flashed through the air. The weapon made a huge sound when it hit the big bird, but the big bird

The bird itself did not seem to be particularly seriously injured. Not even a trace was left. Instead, it suffered a lot of backlash and was blown away due to excessive force.

The old man's forehead was covered with sweat and his tongue was sticky. He immediately licked his lips, and a hint of sweetness filled his mouth. The pain truly appeared in his consciousness, no matter how much he denied the world and thought it was all fake.

Yes, but he was still injured. Everything seemed real, but the blood mist did follow his will and turned from pure blood mist into weapons. It seems that this place is both an illusion and reality. The actual situation may be worse than

He guessed that it would be a thousand times more troublesome than what he expected. If he accidentally died, he might really die so directly.

When he thought of this terrible possibility, sweat broke out from Old Man Gao's forehead uncontrollably, like falling rain, and his head started to work crazily. "I don't like fighting like Jin. In such an environment

That guy will be so excited that his whole body will jump with excitement as if he was electrocuted."

He said with a hint of envy. Although his combat power was not weak, it was not for combat. Even his super powers were not used for fighting. He was just a complete support.

The big bird's patience had obviously been worn out. It raised its head and made a strange cry, holding the lantern in its hand high, and then its huge and even bloated body rushed towards the old man at a speed that was not commensurate with it.

The old man wanted to run away, but now was not the time to run away. He still had things to confirm with his relatives. With this thought, he also clenched the weapon in his hand. When the big bird was about to pounce on him, he held it in his hand.

He swung the knife hard and smashed its head to the side. The weapon in his hand had been replaced by a sledgehammer. Since the sword couldn't hurt him, he might as well use brute force.

The effect seemed to be pretty good. The big bird's head was smashed and its body tilted, but it did not stop but continued to rush forward and hit the wall. The old man lowered his head and gasped, his hands trembled slightly and rebounded.

The force almost made his arms numb.

"What a terrifying monster. It's obviously just an illusion, but it has such power. I can't believe it. If I hadn't seen through these illusions, I would have died."

He raised his legs and walked toward the exposed back of the big bird. There was a strange door. He put his hand on the door.

He pushed it open, and a cold wind blew in from inside. Inside was a long corridor with no end in sight. The walls on both sides of the corridor were countless doors. The old man took a deep breath and moved towards

There are feet inside.

Finally... finally... He dragged his feet and stared blankly at the wide tunnel ahead. Thinking that he had been in this strange hallucination for so many days and had forgotten so many things, he felt...

The atmosphere, he was being manipulated in the palm of his hand like an idiot. Now that he finally got rid of this bad state, he immediately understood his situation. At this time, countless emotions in his heart drove him forward.

Among these feelings are the pursuit of the truth, the fear of escaping from the status quo, and curiosity about what he has forgotten. Now he can't remember it at all. When he thinks that the answers to these can be found in the tunnel, his whole body feels like an electric shock.

Trembling, although there is no one else in his collection, all those subordinates, friends, and fake people in this illusionary world are dead. But it doesn't matter, after all, they are all fake, and he has decided to leave here, so those

People will inevitably disappear.

He walked slowly, and soon he discovered the strange current situation of this place. The walls disappeared at an unknown time, followed by the flash of circuits, the roar of engines, and some buildings wrapped in fog.

, revealing his clear outline, the old man vaguely seemed to see a huge building complex. The old man now no longer knew where to start, nor how to identify the direction. His whole body was no longer a hard metal wall.

It is an endless mist, like the greedy mouth of a beast that swallows everything in the world.

Is this the end of this place? He soon realized that he might have come to the exit of hallucinations, where the boundaries between reality and dreams began to blur, and all irrational things began to appear, from concepts to practical things.

Appeared here.

The fog in some places in this space is a little thinner, and the outline of the building can be barely seen, which is a beautiful arch. His eyes can see any results, and even if he calms down and listens, he can't hear any sound.

, in this foggy and confusing space, he seemed to be isolated from the world.

"It's something amazing. This kind of illusion is not inferior to any illusion in the world." The old man expressed his heartfelt approval, although he has not officially come into contact with the ninjas in the Naruto world and has not seen many illusion ninjas.

Not to mention how many genjutsu he has seen, but in his previous life, he was an out-and-out fan of Naruto. He knew all the ninjutsu, especially the genjutsu, and he naturally knew the advantages and disadvantages of those ninjutsu. This genjutsu is incomparable.

The reality is like another world. Different from the spiritual world of the person who is simply reacting to the attack, this illusion is simply creating a world. The only illusion that can be compared with this illusion is the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Just when he was admiring the beauty of the ninjutsu in front of him, the old man's face suddenly became serious. He looked at the mist behind him. The mist confused the whole world and he couldn't see anything behind it, but his expression was very solemn. No matter how terrifying the illusion is,

It doesn't matter, no matter how powerful the illusion is, it is just a mental attack. Once you know that you have been attacked, you will defend yourself and find a way to break it. It is just a matter of time. As long as the spirit is strong enough and the willpower is strong enough, all difficulties will end.

The past will be overcome and there will be no difficulties in front of him.

But he also knows that high-intensity illusions can cause mental damage to be projected into the real world. If you are attacked in the illusion, you may also be attacked in the real world. If you die in the illusion, then the real world will also be attacked.

Die. That's all. He used his ability to leave a field of scouts on the way. These extremely weak things cannot become combat power, but they can observe the surroundings for the old man to see if there is any danger. Now is the time

Dangerous times.

He felt that the scouts behind him were being wiped out, in pieces, but what wiped them out was not a powerful monster, just some bugs, some bugs the size of a palm. These bugs were not very powerful, but according to the

From the data sent by the scouts, we can know their terrifying number. It is not just dozens or hundreds, it is definitely more than 10,000, or even more than 100,000.

Such a huge number made his hair stand on end. He shivered in his thoughts. He had just pinched the two scouts, and the two pieces of paper formed into a paper crane and began to shake slightly. There was absolutely no chance of winning in the confrontation.

The only way was to find a way out as soon as possible and leave here. He continued to walk forward.

Without any warning, the tunnel forked, and the old man stood in the middle of the forked road. Once again he had to face a choice that he had no idea about, and this time the choice was very likely to determine his life or death. He gritted his teeth.

, chose a road and walked forward without looking back. Soon he encountered it again. As the fog occasionally dispersed in the air, he saw more forked roads, two more and sometimes more.

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Now he finally realized that the choices in front of him were not important at all. This was a maze. If he didn't know which way to go, he would definitely get lost and never get out. He had no reservations anymore, and the paper cranes on his body flew up.

In an instant, hundreds of paper cranes flew in different directions like a flock of migratory birds. Each one rushed in the same direction without looking back. Most of them would fall into a dead end, but only one found it.

Just find a way out, just keep going!

In fact, as expected, most of the places Qianzhihe flew to were dead ends with no way out. A large amount of data was transmitted from Qianzhihe. The need to process such huge data in his head almost made him vomit in disgust, but it was correct.

The truth is often hidden in failure.

With constant trial and error, the old man eliminated wrong options one after another, and finally he found a way to move forward. However, before he could be happy, the paper cranes that were still active were destroyed, and so was the murderer.

Those bugs, the bugs that stalked his scouts behind him.

These bugs look like living things, but the old man knows that these things are just like those abnormal bodies. They are definitely not living creatures and do not abide by the rules of physics. They are like a group of life-threatening ghosts dancing and celebrating in the tunnel.

The desperate people fell into their own trap. Or maybe the tunnel itself was moving unnoticed.

Suddenly, he even heard someone calling his name. Those voices were loud and unfamiliar, but there was no one around, only the terrible noises made by the monsters as they squirmed. Their voices seemed like people whispering in its ears.

, the sound was as soft as smoke. He could not make out what they were saying. He was not sure whether this was because he spoke too softly or because he spoke a language that he did not understand at all.

His throat was dry, words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything. The fog had dissipated a little, and he had already seen some things in front of him. The monsters surrounding him were not all bugs.

He saw human faces, or ghost faces, and some things that really couldn't be named emerging from the mist. Hands stretched forward one after another, blurred faces, and the rippled mist seemed to be floating.

The flames dissipated in the blink of an eye. There were still some shadows, whirling, dancing, and thrashing. Facing this strange scene, the old man tried his best to pretend not to see it. He clenched his fists tightly like a stumbler holding on to straw when drowning.

, raised his head and walked proudly from among these monsters and monsters, trying his best not to see any trace of panic or difference.

"You saw it!" Someone whispered in her ear. The voice was extremely seductive, like the apple of wisdom in the Garden of Eden. People couldn't help but turn around and agree. Her body trembled violently, but in the end she still endured it.

He stopped. His throat was moving, swallowing the saliva that was constantly secreting from his mouth. Since the illusions in front of him could not disappear, it was a good thing not to look at them. Its strict prohibition was tightly closed, not to look at them, and just relied on this memory to face

Walk forward.

This action finally worked. When she finally stepped through the ghost jungle, the sounds in her ears disappeared.

When he saw the familiar wall in front of him again, everything suddenly seemed like a world away. It didn't feel like he had just walked a short distance, but like he had walked away from hell.

He took a deep breath and strode forward. He himself had taken a breath, and stepped into the fog of the void again. The wall disappeared again. The old man in the fairy mist didn't know what else was ahead.

Monsters are waiting for him,