After that level of battle, how can I dare to fight back in that way! "

"It's nothing, I just imagine better." Han Ze put his fingers on the temple and tapped it gently. "After all, in the illusion, everything can be realized, if you can imagine it, you can imagine it out.

The appearance of the universe can be realized immediately, isn't it? "

The origin of illusion can no longer be verified. As long as the spirit is strong enough, it can be performed and has nothing to do with cultivation.

Although Han Ze's cultivation is not the god of God today, if he performs illusion, the world is still a hard time in the world.

However, the consumption of the spirit of the magic is too huge. If Han Ze exhibited the supreme level of illusion, I am afraid that Shenhai will explode directly.

Han Ze said, and walked towards the old dean step by step, saying: "If you do not perform this illusion, I am afraid that you can still suppress me by refining God, but now you want to restore your spirit, should it take a while?

"

Han Ze's mouth with a slight smile.

Today, Han Ze is just being able to save his life under the hands of God. Without a last resort, he will not fight with the strong man.

If the other party had the body of the old dean, at this time Han Ze really wanted to pick the other party and enjoy a few big ear shakes.

Oh!

Han Ze raised his hand, flew out of 108 runes, sealed himself and the old dean in it, and wasolated the tiger and Niuniu outside.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

"Brother Han Ze, you can't mess around!"

Tiger and Niuniu are very anxious, but with their current abilities, they can't break the 108 runes at all for a while.

"You ... what do you want to do?" The old dean regretted that if he had to use his illusion himself, he was exhausted at this time, otherwise he would not have to be afraid of Han Ze at all.

And in the illusion, he was directly crushed by Han Ze.

The old dean was sitting on the futon, and the eyelids were heavy and they would close at any time. This is the symptom of excessive consumption of mental consumption.

Around the body of the old dean, countless divine power was flashing, and he wanted to supplement the spirit.

But still useless, the effect is very small.

If you want to supplement the spirit, the only way is to rest.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to know who you are!" Han Ze walked towards the old dean step by step, saying: "Of course, you can not say, in that case, I don’t mind suppressing you until I repairs it until I repaired it for it for being repaired.

On that day, peel off you from the old dean's body, and refine it directly! "

"You, you can't do that!" The old dean shouted, the eyelids were about to be completely together, there was only a slight crack.

"What do I do, why do you have to ask!" Han Ze said lightly.

Alas!

The next moment, Han Ze's wrist turned, and the ninth ghost's little bamboo basket was taken out directly.

"you……"

The old dean looked at the small bamboo basket, and his expression changed slightly.

"There is an extremely yin, I think, to save this body for thousands of years, it should not be a problem." Han Ze revealed a row of white teeth, his smile was bright and sunny, and it looked like a big boy next door.

"You're ruthless!" Just then, the old dean gritted his teeth and said, with unwilling faces.

Oh!

The next moment, a blue light rippling on the old dean.

The old courtyard is about to close the eyes, and slowly open it.
Chapter completed!