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At the moment when the gray-skinned mouse smashed out, many eyes rushed out and could not help but rushed out.

Slow ray...

Aging rays...

Weak aura...

The three gray lights fell on the gray-skinned mouse almost indiscriminately, giving it a multi-layered gray brilliance on its tiny body. Until the other side squatted on the floor, they couldn't move any more. The grotesquely moved the bulky body to the side of the body, wrapped it with an eye-stalk and sent it into the huge, sly mouth in front of him.

A gray-skinned mouse has no qualification for a staggered suture compared to a body-like burdock, but the **** breath has made it very satisfying.

Stretching the scarlet long tongue, licking the last bit of meat and blood in the teeth, and then blaming it, he moved back to the original place, squatting around and squatting.

And where did it know, just in the five or six fingers of its departure position, a green snake that was too long to swim quickly swam in front of the wooden door, and then squeezed it in.

There are two people in the room, one lying and one stop, all male.

Lying in bed is a middle-aged man in a robes' robes. He only saw his face pale, his lips blue and purple, his thin chest together, and his breathing was a little short. The other man was slightly obese. Although wearing a beautiful aristocratic costume, he was confused because of lack of care.

The sorcerer lying in bed apparently lost consciousness and fell into a coma. Therefore, the male aristocrat could only rush in the room anxiously, and every time he came to the bed, he couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the companion’s unconscious appearance.

Sneaking into the house, Spara did not appear rashly, but lurked into the darkness of the corner of the house, silently looking and observing everything here.

She is now a 3rd-order blood witch, not a rookie who first came out of the world.

In front of the male aristocrat, from the body shape to the appearance of the Antoiner described in the information is generally the same. However, somehow, when Spara put his gaze on the other's body, there is always a kind of uneasiness from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that there is a **** in the dark who is vaguely suggesting to her...

What is wrong with that?

Could it be that this road sneaked in too smoothly, only to be suspicious?

Or what have you omitted?

Spara immediately closed his eyes and began to replay in his mind the every move after entering the small building, as well as every detail.

With the spirit of her 3rd-order blood witch, it is enough to re-filter the entire process like a 360-degree panoramic camera without any difficulty or exhaustion.

Daddy, Spara's body shocked and seemed to understand something.

She did not hesitate to drill out of the hiding place, and the whole body quickly turned back into a human form in a red mist that was rising, ignoring the horror, and scared the deep red Duke Antonel, who was mad. He said: "Marilyn? Mona, here is your spiritual fantasy! I have come to Spala, are you still ready to continue to deceive?"

Antonel, who was scared by two eyes, was screaming and screaming: "You...you are Sparla...you are here to save me...Adult, take me away!" ”

While crying, the other side flew over.

Spara's face flashed in a stern color. As soon as he raised his hand and a red mans, he directly penetrated the Antoin's skull and opened a large hole from the forehead to the back of the skull.

The other side's body suddenly became stiff, and the horror of the face slowly fell down.

For the death of the rescue target, Spara seems to not care at all, but silently condenses the power, waiting for the arrival of the psychic warlock.

Finally, a sweet and elegant female voice echoed in this space.

"I am really curious, how did you see this illusion... Dear Mr. Spara, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

With the appearance of the female voice, the whole room began to appear strange and mysterious changes like a cold wind.

All the colors in the room are quickly lost...

The faint old walls and floors are quickly peeling and peeling off, revealing the gray material of the hollow below. Everything in the room, along with the unconscious sorcerer lying on the bed and the **** body that fell on the floor, began to fade quickly, leaving only a gray object outline.

However, the body of Antoin, which fell to the ground, is not completely imaginary. With the peeling of colors and camouflage, it reveals its true colors.

Venomous blame...

A jelly-like singular guy covered in stinky abscesses.

In its nearly translucent body, a black, hard, sharp spike floats. It is conceivable that if Spara immediately let it close, perhaps waiting for her is venom spit and stinger attack.

The scene in front of the scene, all things disappeared, and Spara immediately returned to the original position - the entrance to the lobby on the first floor.

The Ralph's stagnant condensation was motionless in the same place, and she, Spara, was still in the form of a vampire bat, keeping her posture climbing from his gown.

Spara was shocked, and this was understood. The feelings of the past were also illusory and the process of smuggling was only in the dream. However, how can I be sure that this scene is true now?

Spara did not hesitate to hesitate, flying in the air, and the **** energy of the violent blood broke out, creating a **** field in his body.

Sure enough, the **** field is diffuse, just thinking that the real hall scene is shaking again and again, and the wooden floor under the foot suddenly breaks and begins to fall.

The bottom of the floor turned out to be a void, and a dark red sea was seen to be rapidly burning. But before the fire sea burned to the foot of Spara, this mysterious world was smashed by the tyrannical blood energy.

When the illusion is broken, the world in front of Spara begins to jump again.

This time she suddenly appeared in an empty mysterious hall, a young and beautiful witch is approaching her step by step, and her hand is holding a black wood thorn with a pointed green glow.

It seems that it is exactly the same as the stinger in the previous venom.

"How many times do you plan to apply the same illusion? Give me..." The last "broken" word has not yet been exported, and Spara suddenly shocked and screamed: "Bastard, you dare to lie to me..."

Unfortunately, she understood that it was a bit late.

The beautiful witch who is close at hand is not a shadow, even the stinger is real. Taking advantage of the scattered energy of the Spara bloodline, the other side has a hand, and the black wood thorn is tied to the side of the waist.

The stinger penetrated into the body, but there was no pain.

Spara’s heart was shocked, the crank was a claw, and the brush brushed dozens of blood marks to the other side.

It is a pity that the other party did not give her the opportunity to attack. After a strike, she immediately flicked off, and while she succumbed, she laid a layer of spiritual barrier behind her.

When Spara broke through all the barriers, the scene in front of him had changed.

This time, Spara is in the middle of a huge Colosseum, in all directions, dense and horrible, and a large horrible witch is stepping closer to her.

The front row of those witch beasts are low, squirting a white misty breath, stepping on the dull sound of the stone floor, and the cold teeth and scarlet **** eyes...

Spara’s heart was awkward, and for the first time she felt the chill from the bottom of her heart.

She unplugged the black thorn that was inserted in her waist. It was not red blood flowing from the wound, but a milky white stinking pus with a hint of bitter almond. A strange numbness spread from the waist to the spine, heart, brain and limbs. Spara's eyes were blurred and I could no longer feel the presence of the waist.

"This **** bastard, how many illusions did she create? Which one is true and which one is fake?" Spara snarled wildly.

However, she could not be allowed to testify. The terrible witch beasts have already issued deafening noises, such as the flooding floods.

A **** and cruel battle broke out instantly!

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

At the same time as the Great War broke out in the illusion, Spara's body was standing still in the first floor of the three-story building.

On her side, there are more than a dozen soap bubbles-like phantoms floating in the air.

And she is in a strange bubble, with her eyes closed, silently doing a nightmare of terror. Whenever the bubble that is in the air bursts, a new bubble floats and re-encloses her.

And on Spara's body, there will be some inexplicable wounds from time to time, from which there is a bright red and sticky blood. But Spara seems to have nothing to do with it, still closes his eyes, his eyes are violently trembled, but it is too late to break free from it.

Of course, what Spara is encountered is not all false illusions.

In several rooms next to the first floor of the hall, there are more than 30 wizards wearing special costumes gathered around the knees, bringing together the spirit, firmly holding the spirit of Spara, and smashing it into Deep in the illusion.

Every other time, the Marilyn Mona witch in the corner of the hall will also send more than a dozen witch beasts or other wizards, sneak in the dream to attack the blood-sucking metamorphosis.

It is because of the existence of these real guys that the illusion becomes even more terrible!

Attacks in the illusion, if Spara does not recognize the true and false, then these attacks will leave a real wound on her body. And once she sees all attacks as false, then the real attack mixed in can cause terrible damage to her.

True and false, it’s also true...

These things are sometimes really difficult to distinguish clearly.

On the strange spiritual battlefield, the indistinguishable result is...dead!