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Chapter 845: Destroying the Illusion(2/2)

Buzz... Suddenly, golden light shone on it.

The strange and ancient golden Brahma Emperor's words flew out of the Golden Bible and flew endlessly in the void like golden butterflies.

The sacred and inviolable golden holy light suddenly filled the surroundings.

Liu Yan's other hand was holding the golden scepter and pressing his force towards the ground.

Bang! With the contact point between the lower end of the golden scepter and the ground as the center, a circle of golden rings of holy light spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it spread across the entire Pope's Hall.

Everything in front of me collapsed quickly.

It seems that the entire time and space are collapsing.

But Liu Yan, who was standing in it, did not move at all and was not affected at all.

And the next moment.

As if time and space were reversed, Liu Yan appeared in the Pope's Hall again.

But everything in front of us has recovered to the scene where Field and five others died, Pope Dan disappeared, and only the golden helmet and the Pope's robe remained on the ground.

"Sure enough."

Liu Yan murmured softly.

He was convinced that he was trapped in a illusion, which began when the Pope Dan's golden helmet and the Pope's robe landed.

And all this is because the golden helmet and the Pope's robe were engraved with an ancient spell of the Bhara Emperor.

When both land, the spell is quietly activated.

That's why everything that happened later came about.

"snort!"

In the void, the cold snorting of Pope Dan came.

"Orients, I didn't expect that the Pope's formless illusion was really broken by you.

But, so what, I've left, it's impossible for you to find me."

"This Pope will find out your identity and make the people around you pay a heavy price."

Pope Dan's voice was filled with a strong echo.

It is impossible to tell which direction it came from.

Liu Yan spread his spiritual consciousness.

What a pity! Nothing is noticed.

Pope Dan seemed to have really disappeared.

"The abilities of Western psychics are indeed very different from those of our China. This Pope Pill will be a troublesome existence."

Liu Yan couldn't help but murmur.

He was not worried about Pope Dan dealing with him, but if the latter attacked the people around him.

It's an extremely difficult thing.

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A hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

“Pope Dan?

I won't let you live too long, wait."

Turning around, Liu Yan walked out of the Pope's Hall.

After casually dealing with the Dead Knight and the Dead Guard guarding in the gate, Liu Yan looked at the huge ancient castle in front of him solemnly.

There was coldness in his eyes.

This time, he could clearly see that black dead aura kept gushing out from the bottom of the castle.

Liu Yan flipped his hands and took out the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner and waved it into the sky.

Huhuh... Huhuh... The Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner unfolded in mid-air, and a terrifying devouring power suddenly emerged, sucking the dead air in a crazily. Until the entire Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner was saturated, the dead air had not been sucked yet.

"How much dead energy is gathered here...?"

Liu Yan couldn't help but feel shocked.

It's so terrifying! The Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner's demand for dead energy is extremely terrifying, but even so, it's impossible to absorb all the dead energy here.

It will take at least one month to absorb the dead energy again.

Liu Yan doesn't plan to stay here for a month.

And! Who knows if the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner can absorb all the remaining dead energy in a month?

What's more, the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner is not the magic weapon that Liu Yan intends to major in.

"This kind of deadly place, if it is left to exist, is definitely not a good thing."

Liu Yan said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!
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