"Do we see the same thing? All the demons that you don't want to see in the dreamland will be the ones you don't want to see. If they are different, they will be good, but if they are the same, they will be reflected through the Kunlun God mirror. I'm afraid that Chang'an can't stand it! "

"It's not just that the border is not the same level as us, but even the fairyland. It seems that the old thing that we have lived for tens of thousands of years can't catch up with a one-year-old baby!"

"The fire all over the sky is catching up with my Fengdu hell. The fire is full of strong evil Qi. If you are angry, how long will it take me to eat?"

Yan Zhuo sits in front of the window and looks at the sunshine outside. She stretches out her white hands, which are too white to see the blood color. She lets the sunlight pass through completely, with a little appreciation in her eyes.

He was very satisfied with his skin color. He liked it so bloodless. The feeling of sunlight through his hands and his black clothes made him more white.

And Yan Zhuo said at the end of the time, the tone is a little bit sad.

As for the dark flame sitting on the opposite side, said that he could not understand his deformed aesthetic, and at the moment, his mind was full of shock to the image just now.

Before Ming Dynasty, the 72 fairyland was still beautiful. Although there were various small worlds in the dreamland, it was a peaceful world from the outside.

But now it's like a fiery hell, full of volcanic eruptions, magma, and rolling giant flint.

It's like a disaster movie.

What's more, all these things that can be seen are full of evil spirit, black and red. Now, the main colors in the 72 illusion are black and red, which gives people a feeling of incomparable depression.

In addition, when people think of the gap between them and Chang'an, it is even more depressing. Let alone the self mockery of Yan Zhuo, Bai Ran's heart is somewhat unacceptable.

This is it. How can we fight?

Let's follow Chang'an. This fight may not even see Chang'an's face. It's over!

Don't believe it. According to Chang'an's ability to arrange illusions now, it is to let bairan break through, which is also a crushing without pressure!

Today's seventy-two fairyland, the extent of the devil's spirit, even if the gods are contaminated, they will die!

It's not exaggeration, it's fact.

Immortals cultivate spiritual power, which is OK to deal with demons, but evil Qi enters the body, that is, two forces run in the body at the same time. Not everyone is Chang'an, they can not only digest it, but also take it for their own use.

What's more, it's like a kind of harmful gas. A little bit of it may not matter. At most, it's a little uncomfortable. In addition, it has spiritual power to protect the body. But if it's too much, it's completely overpowered by psychic power, then it's not dead?

Seventy two illusion is like this now. Bai ran and others have already been regarded as the best among the immortals, but even they do not have the ability to protect themselves with spiritual power. Once they enter, they will die. They will be eroded by the evil spirit and die!

This kind of evil Qi is like a bag without ventilation. It can completely control you, and there is no place to escape. You can only wait for death.

Even if I went in, I didn't even see the noodles and picked up the lunch box directly.

"Have you ever thought that maybe this is not done by Chang'an?"

"Besides, you also know that Chang'an is a child, more than a year old, which is different from ordinary children, but he will not make it like this? Even if you are contaminated How could the gap be so great? "

"It's impossible to think about it!"

"Didn't you say that Chang'an might be someone's reincarnation? Can it be that the man really came back, he did it, not Chang'an at all! "