The Lord of True Sight is not the Lord of Reality.
One word makes a huge difference.
The former only represents a certain degree of personal ability.
The latter represents a series of abilities that are even enough to interfere with others.
Facing the questioning from Lu Hongxiang, the Lord of True Vision, Feng Linmo's soul was under strong pressure.
If it were an ordinary Yuanshen realm, facing the oppression from a seventh-level strongman, I'm afraid the Yuanshen would have already collapsed.
But Feng Lin's soul is essentially his breath, which can be kneaded and changed at will.
Under the crushing force of Lu Hongxiang's powerful spirit, even if his soul was shattered and destroyed countless times, as long as Feng Linwen was still breathing, his soul would always return to its original state, neither increasing nor decreasing.
Feng Linwen's silence and resistance made Lu Hongxiang uncomfortable.
A ridiculous and unpleasant feeling filled Lu Hongxiang's heart.
"What else have I neglected?" Lu Hongxiang couldn't help but ask himself.
The dreamland soil on the edge of the battlefield has begun to be attacked.
The powerful ability that constantly overflows from the core of the battlefield hits the already broken and narrow dreamland soil, further compressing its existence.
In the final analysis, the dream soil is an empty dream, which is condensed into reality through various means.
Just like a foam ball, no matter how big it is blown, no matter how beautiful it is in the sun, as long as you use force, you can pop it and then let it dissipate invisible.
"Are you really not going to tell me?" Lu Hongxiang hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Feng Linhu, and was about to take Feng Linhu away from here.
The center of the battlefield is too dangerous.
There were many strong men there, and some of them made Lu Hongxiang tremble and not dare to fight against them.
But when he wanted to leave, he found that he could no longer move.
The entire dream soil was sucked into a large, pitch-black iron pot.
There was flowing chaos all around, as if someone was using broken things to stir and mix them together to make a pot of soup.
A big man in green clothes stood outside the iron pot, looking down at the dream soil rolling in the turbidity.
"How is that possible! Why are there still people staring at you?" Lu Hongxiang's expression froze slightly.
He had already seen through Feng Linyi's disguise at a glance.
So he waited for Feng Linyi's plan to succeed, and finally stole the fruits of victory.
Being able to see through falsehood at a glance and point directly to the truth... This is his ability as the Lord of True Sight.
However, he seemed to have thought of something wrong.
Unconsciously, he relaxed his coercion and control over Feng Linyi.
Feng Linwen took a deep breath, and his soul, which had been a little hazy before, regrouped and became sober.
Although Lu Hongxiang kept crushing his soul forcefully, he did not cause any harm to his soul. Instead, with the help of this power, Feng Linhui unknowingly absorbed part of the divine power from Lu Hongxiang, allowing his own That breath became more pure and magical, already possessing some qualities that could break through illusions and point directly to the origin.
"Sure enough, it's here!" Feng Linwen's expression was calm.
"Have you known this for a long time? He is your back-up?" Faced with the chaotic 'stirring' and 'boiling' coming from the big black pot, Lu Hongxiang had to use his divine power to stabilize the entire dreamland soil from being eroded and causing collapse.
Because right now, it’s just a competitor.
If exposed, there will be countless opponents.
As a hindrance, he will be torn apart immediately.
"Backhand? No, it's just a very simple reason. A magician puts three hats in front of him, and only one hat hides a white dove. If you were a guesser, which hat would you choose? Find this white dove?" Feng Linmo asked.
Lu Hongxiang was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.
A person who follows the rules, of course, chooses a hat.
If you are lucky and guess it right, of course it is... impossible.
A magician's job is to keep others guessing.
Therefore, a person who follows the rules will only be blindly deceived and unable to see through the truth.
Really, someone who wants answers.
Not only will the three hats be lifted, but the magician will also be stripped naked.
He will get an answer through strong destruction.
Feng Linwen's hat trick was well used.
With a series of dazzling methods, it seems that he can get out of the predicament, carry the creation godhead, escape from the battlefield, and make a profit.
But these are just 'rules' he made.
No one has stated that it must be strictly followed.
Those who know how to break the rules and not stick to the rules will not let go of any questionable target.
Even if the possibility of this goal is low.
There was never a lack of surveillance eyes around Feng Linyi.
Although many people have already devoted themselves to the core battlefield.
But this did not prevent them from putting part of their energy on Feng Linyi.
The strange movement of the dream soil aroused this part of the energy and summoned people who coveted it.
They don't need to determine whether the creation godhead exists in the dream soil.
They only need to open it and take a look, and it will be clear to them.
Feng Linyi's explanation made Lu Hongxiang regretful and want to hit the wall.
He had previously dreamed of getting everything and throwing all the blame on Feng Linyi.
That's why he sneaked in secretly and forced Feng Linwen, instead of taking the strongest and most violent robbery.
This gave Feng Linmo the opportunity to move the dream soil back to the edge of the battlefield, attracting attention, and finally being sucked into the black pot.
"You've been lying to me, you're stalling for time. You didn't have any backup plan originally. But now...you do have it." Lu Hongxiang stared at Feng Linhuan angrily. He only hated himself for being too cautious and instead became a Something went wrong.
"Not necessarily. Are you so sure that I will be helpless?" Feng Linwen smiled inscrutably.
"You know, it's not only you who are trapped now, but also me. If the truth is exposed, you and I will be torn into pieces by the angry strong man." When Feng Linwen said this, his tone was relaxed, as if he was not talking about his possible The fate he faces is others.
This made Lu Hongxiang feel uneasy.
So he activated his ability again and stared at Feng Linyi.
He wanted to see through everything about Feng Linyi, and wanted to know whether he was really here, or whether he was just controlling a puppet.
If he wasn't controlling a puppet, how could he have such confidence and courage?
The big black pot was still boiling and rolling.
On the battlefield, the aftertaste of various powers scattered around was like various materials, which were stuffed into the cauldron by the big man in green clothes and then 'cooked'.
Along with the cooking and rolling, the various forces mixed in the big black pot began to experience a process of conflict, mutual penetration, and finally condensation and unification.
Lu Hongxiang had to use more strength and could barely resist the pressure. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
"What a miraculous ability. It absorbs thousands of powers, blends them into an iron pot, and then cooks and refines them, turning them into a 'broth'... Is this very similar to alchemy? But I don't know, this is finally refined. What is the function of the 'soup'?" Feng Linwen was still very leisurely and changed the topic without any sense of crisis.
