"Fake...."

Lin Xin's face is plain.

"In this world, how can one distinguish the true from the false..."

"die!!"

Lu Heng waved his hand suddenly, and countless steel wires suddenly flew out from Lin Xin's side, cutting him into countless pieces in the blink of an eye.

"This is a real world created by weaving with your five senses."

An intact Lin Xin walked out from behind him.

"Don't you understand... the moment you enter here, the outcome is already doomed."

"I!!"

Lu's face became ferocious, and he actually felt that something was wrong.

But he didn't want to believe it or think about it.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

He frantically manipulated the wire and dagger to cut Lin Xin into countless pieces again.

...........

Lin Xin looked at Lu Yu calmly.

Watch as the light in his eyes gradually dims.

His skin began to age rapidly, his back began to curve, and his originally silver short hair quickly lost its luster.

This is the manipulation of the sense of time.

The power of the seventh level of formless reincarnation has reached an incredible level.

Plop.

Lu Heng knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, and lost any breath.

He is dead.

All the energy and spirit in his whole body has completely disappeared. His physiological functions believe that he has reached the end of his life. All his internal organs have dried up, his cells have aged, his telomeres have broken, and he will never die again.

Lin Xin walked slowly past him, passed through the checkpoint, and went directly to the Emperor's Palace.

He gently put the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

"Huh?"

Suddenly he let out a light sigh, as if he had discovered something.

"The original world... actually didn't disappear!"

Lin Xin opened his eyes wide and stared closely at the fiery red flower mark that appeared on the sword.

It was an illusory world created by him using his own power to manipulate Lu Bang's five senses - the original world.

It was a fantasy world that only existed in Lu Heng's mind.

But now, Lu Heng is dead, but it is still there.

"The original world...the world...illusion."

Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Xin's eyes in an instant.

He closed his eyes slightly for a moment, then opened them again.

Lin Xin strode forward.

He seemed to understand something that was hidden deep in countless rules.

The ninth sense is the ultimate existence of the universe, time and space, countless puzzles and the path of ignorance.

It is the root that can answer everything.

Some religions classify it as the tenth sense or even a higher definition.

Some call it the ultimate answer to the universe.

Others worship the things derived from it.

All these are just different classification systems. But in the final analysis, they are all the same thing, a question, and an answer that may not exist.

Now, Lin Xin seems to have a slight answer.

.....................

Emperor's Palace.

The emperor looked at the virtual projection in front of him with ashen eyes.

Huang Ying died, and died without a sound. Less than half a minute after seeing Xu Hong again, he stood motionless, and then aged strangely and rapidly, until he knelt on the ground and lost all the breath of life.

The empress has a special device in her hand that controls the emperor's shadow, but the data and status displayed by the device at this time are all zero.

Without the breath of life, naturally there is nothing.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on!?"

The emperor and the empress looked at the few martial arts masters who had just been recruited from the palace.

"Don't tell me that Huang Ying was killed by Xu Hong's son. How can a little guy who has been practicing for more than ten years kill a top martial artist like Huang Ying who has been practicing for hundreds of years? Don't be kidding!!"

Several people present were all top-notch martial artists.

But facing the process of Huang Ying's death in the picture, everyone felt very nervous.

"Back to Your Highness, this is indeed caused by martial arts hallucination."

A white-haired martial artist answered with his hands raised.

"I once heard that when the hallucination reaches the extreme level, it can deceive the body's own cell mitochondria, allowing it to accelerate metabolism countless times and consume a huge amount of vitality in a very short period of time."

"But such methods only exist in classics. In theory, such a situation is impossible in reality..."

"Xu Hong is known as the number one master of the Ten Illusion Styles, and he is a top expert who has practiced Wuxiang Samsara to unprecedented heights.

It is not impossible to do this..."

Another person said helplessly.

"Then, who is going to kill him!"

The emperor and empress felt a little headache.

Countless major events in the empire require her to control the overall situation, and now an unexpected variable pops up inexplicably. A small trouble is about to approach her.

"I thought that ordinary martial arts masters would no longer be able to match this person.

Although the Jugenryu is a small sect, its secret cultivation has reached an extremely high level and is capable of defeating thousands of armies."

The white-haired martial artist bowed and said.

"Huang Ying can't do it. There is not much difference in strength between the few of us here, and we can't stop him either. The only way is to ask a martial arts master to take action personally."... Friends who are reading, you can search "", that is
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