This is the most frightening time that Feng Qinglang has experienced since he started studying illusion. It completely goes beyond his original understanding of the world of illusion. Damn it, there should be a fountain there, not a giant sculpture or anything else, and it shouldn’t be the same as the ancestors.

Allen has nothing to do with it.

He quickly checked the crystal wall in the illusion world. Everything was as usual. There was no sign of being invaded by outside spirits. Just like any illusion in the past, everything should be under control.

Although the rival illusionists who were attending the lecture were still trying to find flaws in their own illusions, even squatting under the oven where the dragon wings were roasting to take a look, they did not feel the slightest threat from them.

Feng Qinglang's eyes were still fixed on the face of the sculpture, but his mental power was already wandering around every corner of the illusion world at high speed. Every person, every tree, and every blade of grass here was his creation.

He was eager to find some clues. Some master-level illusionist must have invaded his spiritual sea. But to his disappointment, everything was extremely normal.

That can only mean that there is something wrong with him, and there is something wrong with his mental sea that allowed something that should not exist to appear in his illusion crystal wall.

Dongfang Pei, who was beside him, first noticed the strangeness of Feng Qinglang, and quickly pressed heavily on his back, secretly supporting him. From his slightly trembling body to the inexplicable gathering of black clouds in the sky, Dongfang Pei

Everyone can tell that Feng Qinglang is in trouble, and it must be big trouble.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice.

Feng Qinglang pointed towards the direction of De Allen's sculpture and raised her chin slightly: "That shouldn't be a sculpture, and it shouldn't be him."

Dongfang Pei raised his head and looked up. Under the sweeping dark clouds, the sculptured face in mid-air looked extremely familiar. He quickly found out who this person was in his mind, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Di Allen's reputation was so real.

Tai Sheng, known as the most powerful person in human history, can still shake the mind of another sage in later generations even if it spans a thousand years.

"It is said that the subconscious mind sometimes affects the illusionist's crystal wall world. Has such a small probability event happened to you? You might as well try to erase it." Dongfang Peibo heard about it and quickly found a possible response.

The reasons above.

Even in the world he built, Feng Qinglang's face turned a little pale, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. This was a sign that the illusionist was not confident and that his control over the illusion world was beginning to decline. He tried hard to let

His voice was calmer: "I tried it, but it can't be erased."

Dongfang Pei's face was also a bit ugly. Such a strange thing was most likely because the illusionist had derailed his mental power and produced hallucinations. These hallucinations were projected in his own illusion world, but Feng Qinglang beside him looked normal.

It is also the mental strength of everyone, and his own state can always be maintained in the best state.

"Wow, it's much bigger than the sculpture in the capital." A little girl first discovered the existence of the sculpture. She pointed at it and shouted, while pulling the adults around her to rush over there.

Her voice startled everyone, and they couldn't help but cast their gazes over. They all praised and gave Feng Qinglang another warm applause. If the illusionist's public class can be as successful as Mr. Wen Ruyu's, it is really a worthwhile trip.

Facing the praising gazes of everyone, Feng Qinglang struggled to squeeze out a smile, but felt that the applause this time was particularly harsh.

Seeing everyone ignoring him as a tour guide and walking in groups towards the sculpture, he had no choice but to say in a hoarse voice: "Let's go and have a look... Oh, old man, you don't have to support me so carefully, I'm not that weak."

Under the towering sculptures, there are bards singing ancient poems, tourists sitting on wooden chairs and resting, and gardeners building potted plants. Everything is the same as Feng Qinglang's design, except for the different places.

That's where the sculpture is, which was supposed to be a fancy fountain.

His temporary students were extremely interested in this sculpture. They circled around the circular base, but did not find any biographical information about the characters. Several illusionists immediately whispered about it. For them, this place was undoubtedly

It is a big loophole, and Wen Ruyu is not invulnerable. Maybe the key to cracking the illusion of the entire plane lies in this sculpture.

A fat man in gentleman's clothing couldn't help but ask: "Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, why is there no introduction to the base? The character you created looks very kind-hearted."

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly. If this was Alans, and someone said they didn't recognize this person, they would probably be accused of blasphemy. But fortunately, this was the stigmata. He said casually: "It's just a random work, like

It's just a picture that floats through my mind, nothing more..."

A young aristocratic woman couldn't help but admired: "As expected of Your Excellency Wen Ruyu, a casual sentence can be so profound."

Looking at this descendant of an unknown hidden family, with rippling spring eyes, Feng Qinglang thought to herself, if she is really just Wen Ruyu, I am afraid that after the open class is over, he will lick his fingers at her.

It was an overnight romance.

His attention was not focused on the problem at all. He didn't even respond to the woman's compliments. He walked around the huge base casually like everyone else, secretly taking a deep breath, suppressing his rapidly beating heart, and moved the extra sculpture.

Find the flaws.

Dongfang Pei whispered: "Is this stone a material you are familiar with?"

Generally, illusionists like to use certain materials when constructing the world, but the stone in front of them is definitely not the stone that Feng Qinglang often uses. He shook his head and said: "Damn it, I have never even seen this kind of material. This is

A variant of Yuhua Stone?”

In addition to being a master of magic patterns, Dongfang Pei also has a deep understanding of materials science, so he immediately gave the answer: "If I read it correctly, it is the undead stone, which is only produced north of the Feilong Desert on the Alans continent.

,Western Land of the Dead”

For some reason, Feng Qinglang's heart trembled inexplicably.

Then, his whole body froze because he saw someone standing next to the base. He had rare long dark blue hair and blue pupils, which made his eyes deep and blurred.

Under the clear outline, it is impossible to tell his specific age. Just standing there casually, he has an aura of dominating the world.

Since his time, his name has become a symbol, a totem that transcends the times. His name is De Allen

The sculpture has no life, but the man under the sculpture makes Feng Qinglang clearly feel the breath of life.
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