Chapter 502: Illusion
In front of Chen Fan, there was still a milky white space, and a weapon rack was placed not far away.
Entering the illusion still cannot simulate the weapons and equipment of the outside world.
Chen Fan also suddenly thought: "In this way, Wu Tianjiao's special spiritual fire should not be imitated, right?"
He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't care.
He is already a divine consciousness of the Heavenly Human Realm, even without the seal of the Star God, he can ignore Wu Tianjiao's spiritual attack, so naturally he won't care much.
After choosing the weapon, the environment around him changed rapidly, and he quickly entered a dense jungle.
But above the sky, the blue sky and white clouds outline the words 321, obviously representing the number of warriors who are still "surviving".
Chen Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the dense forest around him.
The environment simulated by the virtual environment is not real after all. When the strength was still weak, Chen Fan hadn't felt much.
But when his consciousness broke through to the current level, Chen Fan could clearly feel a subtle sense of unreality.
He shook his head, but suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
The dense jungle obscured Chen Fan's sight, but he could clearly hear a roar from far and near!
He swept his consciousness and walked through the jungle, and when he felt the scene over there, he couldn't help being taken aback.
Outside the dense forest, it is not another contestant, but...
Roar!
With a roar, big trees fell down in front of Chen Fan, and a huge wild boar with a height of two or three feet rushed towards him!
"There are still monsters."
Chen Fan squinted his eyes, and his body instantly turned into lightning and flew out. The lingering thunder and sword energy instantly dismembered the wild boar, and at the same time cut the dense vines and trees in front of him.
At the same time, the "three hundred and twenty-one" in the sky kept changing, and it dropped to three hundred very quickly.
Obviously, at this moment, many people were eliminated.
"For other contestants, they not only have to worry about their opponents who are also contestants, but also worry about the attacks of monsters. Some weaker people, or those unlucky ones who fell into the crowd of monsters, will soon be Be eliminated."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
Shaking his head and turning into a phantom, he headed out of the dense forest.
At the beginning of the Void Realm, the scope was huge, and Chen Fan just randomly chose a direction to move forward...
...
An alpine location.
A bald man in a gray robe suddenly appeared on the mountain.
After he confirmed the surrounding environment, his eyes sparkled: "It seems that I was lucky, and I randomly 'appeared' in a high mountain location. The view here is quite good!"
The problem of early vision is the biggest problem.
The contestants are generally below the ninth level, and almost no one has mastered the divine sense. This is why the high ground vision is very important.
And at this moment, he suddenly turned around.
"who?!"
But he saw that not far behind him, also on a high mountain, only four or five zhang away from him, a girl in black looked at him quietly.
"You seem... your name is Yuan Siwei, right?"
The bald man frowned instantly, and looked at the girl carefully, but his complexion changed drastically, he turned his head away, wrapped in the power of heaven and earth, and went down the mountain with a bang!
Yuan Siwei is under the command of the third prince, the master of the ninth level of martial arts.
It is also one of the only Jiuzhong masters who participated in the "competition" this time.
It's just that when he saw the girl, he chose to run away immediately, and he didn't have the slightest demeanor of a ninth-level warrior.
As a nine-level master, it is very easy to manipulate the power of heaven and earth to complete the flight, and jumping off the mountain is naturally nothing.
Just before he could escape, he felt a bone-piercing cold wind coming from behind.
Chi!
Blood spurted.
Yuan Siwei lowered his head and looked at the ice pick protruding from his chest in surprise, his face full of disbelief.
"How can it be?"
In the illusion, naturally there would not be all kinds of defensive spirit treasures and defensive cards. The power of heaven and earth and true essence are the two most important defenses for a warrior.
But facing the girl's ice pick, his two layers of protection were like paper.
The girl in black waved her hand, and Yuan Siwei's ice pick protruding from her chest suddenly retracted, wrapped her body backwards, and landed in front of the girl.
Then the girl came forward with a knife in hand.
"Yuan Siwei, I thought you would be a formidable opponent, but unfortunately, you are not as good as Wu Tianjiao two years ago..."
A lot of blood gushed out of Yuan Siwei's mouth, and he looked at the girl in front of him with anger and unwillingness: "Cen... and Yu..."
The thirteen princes temporarily changed the list, and the person they sent was Cen Heyu, who was second on the hero list!
Although no one has seen Cen and Yu make a move before.
However, with such a high ranking on the Hero List, his age is close to forty, and he is even considered to be the strongest player in this competition, so how could Yuan Siwei not know him.
He had thought that there would be a gap in strength between himself and Cen Heyu, but he didn't expect Cen Heyu's strength to be exaggerated to such an extent.
Cen Heyu shook his head and swung his saber.
Chi la.
Yuan Siwei's body turned into aura and dispersed.
As a master of the ninth level of martial arts, to be eliminated just after entering it, he is extremely unlucky.
Cen Heyu shook his head: "It seems that my biggest enemy is Chen Fan this time, I hope he... don't let me down..."
She stepped forward and looked down the mountain with distant eyes.
At the same time, everyone outside, representatives of the major families, were naturally watching this scene.
There are a total of nine spiritual light screens in the sky, and the images of the nine seeded contestants are projected, and Cen and Yu are naturally among them.
And watching Cen and Yu instantly kill the martial artist who is also Jiuzhong with a single move, everyone who watched this scene was naturally in an uproar.
The corner of the third prince's mouth twitched: "Stupid thing, if you dare to leave your back to people like Cen and Yu, you will die yourself!"
His own people were defeated so quickly, so he was naturally angry.
The prince next to him shook his head solemnly, "It's not that Yuan Siwei is too weak, it's that Cen Heyu is too strong. If he chooses to confront him head-on, he won't be able to do three tricks!"
The Seventh Prince also looked solemnly: "This Cen Heyu should be called a master of the Ninefold Limit..."
The thirteenth prince was shaking the folding fan in his hand: "Heyu is still a little short of comprehending the Dao domain, but she can barely be listed in the strength of the nine-layer limit..."
The person said so, but the pride on his face could not be concealed.
The Jiuzhong limit of less than forty years old is really a bit exaggerated.
The prince sighed, feeling really helpless in his heart: "Trouble, I'm afraid Chen Fan may not be this person's opponent..."
...
Within the illusion.
Chen Fan shuttled through the dense forest.
And before going too far, he saw a piercing beam of light rising into the sky from a very far distance, and outside the beam of light, a circle of light also flashed out.
"The deer spirit has been found!"
The beam of light represents the orientation of the deer spirit, while the surrounding halo represents the time that the person who got the deer spirit has held the deer spirit.
One aperture represents a quarter of an hour, and every quarter of an hour, if there is no change, one aperture will be added, and if there is a change, it will be recalculated again.
Chen Fan also headed towards the direction where the beam of light lit up.
It's just that the beam of light only lasted for a few breaths before dissipating. Unless it was around Lu Ling, it was not so easy to determine the exact location of Lu Ling.
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, but he walked towards the direction where the beam of light rose.
Before he arrived, a quarter of an hour passed, and the beam of light rose again, but its position changed a lot.