There is no longer any way, and the artifact has also reached the other party's hands. The result of no suspense made Lu Chen unable to help but mutter to himself: "Is this the eighth level? Even the power of lightning can completely resist, how good it would be for me to do this... Power, I want power, I don't want to die inexplicably, this is the first day of time travel, fate will not fail to give me a choice... Fight, I must fight! By the way, I feel that I have found the feeling of meditation before, even if it is just a little bit of power, only if I do it can a miracle happen..."

Thinking of this, Lu Chen closed his eyes and entered a meditation state, but he could not calm down in his heart and could not feel the energy around him at all.

"Baby, what are you? Have you been appointed? Didn't I say I won't kill you, or am I afraid of seeing my own blood?" Seeing Lu Chen closing his eyes and saying that he was appointing, Mo Xili became excited, as if the torture hand saw the prisoner who let him do it. While talking, he walked towards Lu Chen, the empty bottles in his hand were thrown at Lu Chen one by one, shaking him away from the old man.

This was just in case. Although the injuries on his body did not cost much to heal him, the hatred caused by the two wastes in his heart could only be eliminated by torture them. However, the previous attack made him a little scared, so he decided to separate them carefully.

I don’t know what the other party used, but Lu Chen felt that the bottle hitting his body was like a giant hammer, and he could not withstand the impact force at all. He was constantly pushed back like the person who was hit in a gunfight movie; what accompanied him was severe pain, and the bones seemed to be broken in the place where he was hit, and the whole person was a bit like a piece of paper floating in the air.

When he finally hit the wall, the attack finally stopped, but the pain caused Lu Chen to be unable to maintain his meditation status.

He opened his eyes very unwillingly and looked at the assassin who was constantly approaching, and then his body fell into a coma for self-protection. At this time, the black gem that Lu Chen had held tightly in his left hand and had not had time to put it in his pocket turned scarlet again, and the unknown energy around him was absorbed by the black gem at a speed that he had never seen before.

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"This~ is this illusion?! Why am I coming in again? Or at this damn time, the evil ghost assassin is approaching. Let me go out quickly. I can't die here..."

I don’t know how long it took, but when I woke up, Lu Chen found that he had inexplicably entered the illusory battlefield he saw when he had just traveled through time. But when he thought of his situation, he immediately shouted without hesitation, but no one around made a reaction to seeing his existence.

"...Oh, forget it, life and death are fate. Maybe I will be like the people here when I die." Lu Chen, who had not received any response, could only wait helplessly for his fate.

He had no idea what was going on in this illusion, and waiting was a very boring thing, so Lu Chen simply found beautiful eyes in the crowd that he could not forget.

Only then did he realize that the position he was in this time was closer to the center than before, but in a relatively back, he could only see the beautiful Qianli back, and it was still as unmovable as the previous time.

"Is this the so-called 'When a person is in trouble, he can even put his teeth in his mouth when he drinks cold water'? There is no such thing." Unable to see the fascinating beauty, Lu Chen thought in his heart with discomfort.

Suddenly, a ray of light lit up in the distance, and Lu Chen's eyes twitched suddenly and he immediately looked forward.

The cross-shaped light, the strong sense of oppression of death, and the figures that followed one after another were so familiar. Lu Chen found that this was the moment when he was last shot out of the illusion, and nothing changed except where he was.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Chen saw himself involuntarily flying towards the cross of death golden light.

He was scared. He didn't want to face death and wanted to stop it, but he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only imagine himself comforting: maybe this was a chance to go out.

In the sky, Lu Chen saw that the golden light had swallowed the place he was at last, and now he was slowly falling. I believe that the same tragic repetition would be repeated in just over ten seconds.

Just as Lu Chen was about to close his eyes and endure the death, his strange left eye suddenly saw himself stopping, as if he was looking at his vision from behind when his soul left his body. Then he pulled out the long sword at his waist and raised it high above his head to make a slashing posture.

At the same time, Lu Chen saw that the surrounding elements condensed into an extremely huge golden light battle knife with the long sword as the center, and the whole picture seemed to be the main gun of a space warship being charged.

It was very difficult to understand. Lu Chen actually found that he, who should not have existed in this illusion, had an unsatisfactory touch. The elements gathered on the sword were flowing into his body in a strange way, forming a cycle, and finally returning to the long sword.

Then a domineering momentum followed, but strangely, Lu Chen had two feelings at the same time. He was like the ruler of the world and everything must be impressed in front of him; but the feeling brought by the scene in his left eye was that he was like a small boat floating in the storm, extremely small, but strangely, he could clearly see the trajectory of elements flowing in his body, just like the lightning flashing across the sky in the storm.

Then, holding the elemental blade, with the falling light of a meteor, pounced on the light that predicted death.

The illusion is still silent, but the impact scene generated at that moment when the slash collided with the light clearly informed how terrifying the power contained in it was.

The electromagnetic field-like aperture spread to most of the battlefield. The ravines of the two of them extended to the opposite camp. Countless cracks spread along the ravines, and all the soldiers standing in front were blown to the east and west... Except for the absence of mushroom clouds, Lu Chen felt that the power of the collision exceeded the scene of nuclear bomb explosion.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a chaotic scene in the opposite enemy formation in Lu Chen's left eye. The old man standing in the middle, holding the "Scepter of the Misfortune" in his hand, half-kneeling on the ground, and blood coughed out from his mouth. Some people next to him who looked like priests were chanting something in a hurry, which should be a healing spell...

Unable to believe that a knife could have such power, Lu Chen instinctively turned his head to see who "he" was who made this attack, but what caught his eye was the intoxicating smile that the mysterious black-haired girl showed at him.

Suddenly, Lu Chen was lost in his beautiful face again, but this time he was sure that this smile definitely belonged to him, not the self who blocked the light, because with the smile, there was a strange thought passed on: longing, sadness, loneliness, joy, wanting... freedom!

Finally, like the last time, Lu Chen disappeared again in the last flash of the collision.

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The old man still kept his surprise and leaned against the pillar next to him. He seemed to be unable to bear the stimulation and became stupid, and did not react to Moxili who was approaching.

When he walked to the old man, Moxili took out the spare dagger from the space ring that had been melted into his fingers, but he did not stab it for a long time: "Forget it, you have already seen this, let you finally appreciate a part of your own student's 'singing'. When you meet an old friend below, don't say I'm stinging."

Obviously Moheli's psychology has been completely distorted and he does not intend to simply take human life.

When he arrived at Lu Chen's side, Mo Xili picked him up: "Little boy, wake up, it's time to sing."

Seeing that Lu Chen did not respond, he took out another bottle of awakening potion and poured it into his mouth.

"What's going on? You're not dead, pretending to be dizzy? Hehe, it's really like it. I want to see how long you can pretend." After exploring Lu Chen's breath, Mo Xili then began to attack Lu Chen.

There was no shouting, only the sound of punching from the flesh, and the roar and curse like Moheli's madman.

The old man's eyes were wet with his back to his back, and tears that had not shed for decades were pouring out like springs. It felt like it had been as long as centuries, but finally what he had to do was accomplished.

"Boom~" The entire magic tower swayed, and the sounds followed were much lighter, but they were also deafening.

"What's going on? Damn old guy, what did you do?" At this time, the crazy Moxili realized that he had made a wrong judgment again, gave up Lu Chen's sandbag, turned around and grabbed the old man's robe.

"Haha, nothing, I just created a luxurious cemetery for the three of us." The old man's eyes were no longer astonished assassin, but as open-minded as he could see everything, and some contempt for the eighth-level assassin in front of him.

"Graveyard? Damn it, you have closed the magic tower? I want..." Moxili raised the artifact in his hand in anger and was about to smash it at the old man, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Tell me, what are the conditions?" Moxili squeezed out from his teeth word by word, and he endured the urge to beat the old man.
Chapter completed!