Two identical cyan rings were placed quietly in front of Luo Yang, one of which was found in the long river of the forbidden desert, the multi-colored condensate. The other is the current ‘self’, the things that are worn in the hands.

Compared with the ring worn by the other hand, the other ring has a vicissitude of life, as if it has been circulating for tens of thousands of years, with mottled years.

"It seems because of it, I will have this identity..."

After Luo Yang’s gaze swept over the cyan ring, his face showed a hint of enlightenment. At the moment of seeing the ring and the mask, he was already convinced that the world he is now in is a fantasy!

It’s just that this illusion is too real. Even the existence of the candle dragon is erased by this illusion. Even if it is Luo Yang’s mind, it is impossible to be immersed in it. If there is such a ring and a mask, I am afraid that he will not be able to wake up.

"This illusion seems to be related to the fairy palace. The former terrible atmosphere is also from the center of the fairy palace. So, it should be that I am not alone in the magical territory, but the hundred monks in the entire fairy palace. It’s all right!”

When one thought flashed quickly from Luo Yang’s mind, he already had a general inference. Although he did not know why the illusion was born, the situation at the moment was not a bad thing for him.

Because compared with other monks, Luo Yang’s time of waking up should be the earliest, which gave him the opportunity to lead everyone!

"What's more, since this illusion is so real, if I can find out their identity and kill them before they wake up, I am afraid that even in reality, there is no small damage to them, even... true Fallen!"

Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, and there was a fine passing. Among the hundred monks in the entire fairy palace, there were not a few monks with grievances. In particular, the ancestors who had cultivated in the middle of the Tao, it was a hidden crisis for Luoyang.

However, as soon as this thought emerged, it was quickly suppressed by Luo Yang. Now he is just just waking up, there are still many things that are not understood, naturally there is no effort to find the ancestors.

What's more, from his current memory, there are four ethnic groups and nine monasteries within this fairy palace. The majority of the monks are tens of millions. To find a monk from it, it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"At the moment, it is imperative to first understand the situation in this fantasy territory, and do not know how long this illusion will last..."

Luo Yang's brow wrinkled and combed the strange memory in his mind. After a while, when he digested his memory, his face was a bit ugly.

"This guy... I really can't afford his name." Luo Yang sighed helplessly as he rubbed his head.

The current ‘self’ is indeed a mysterious, but also a young master of the Xuanmai family. It’s just that this little master is really too much.

The entire Xuanmai family is one of the four war singers under the lord's seat. The mysteriousness of Xuan Fearless as the Xuan Dianzi is naturally the lesser of the entire Xuanmai family.

But a hundred years ago, after the retreat of the lord, Xuan Chenzi was exhausted by Shouyuan, and he left and left, leaving only the big man of the Xuanmai family and handing him this unruly kid.

Although Xuan Fearless is the son of the immortal, but the nature does not love to fight with others, the incident is also retreating. To put it bluntly, it is actually timid and weak, and because of this, Xuan Dianzi will name him fearless. It’s a pity that he was born with no words.

The retreat of the lord has not been seen for hundreds of years, and the whole fairy palace is filled with people's hearts. Even in these four or nine cities, it is not necessarily a quiet place. Fortunately, before the Xuan Dianzi was sitting in the town, the Xuanmai family was counted on the rest of the peace, but now with the siting of the Xuanchenzi, the entire Xuanmai family will gradually weaken, and the other three veins can not lift their heads.

Even his young master has fallen into the name of a weak waste, and the situation is not too good.

"In the Tiandi Xuanhuang four veins, the Tianmai family has the strongest strength, and the Huangmai family is the most arrogant. As for the name of the ancestor of the yellow vein, it is also called Qin Jinhuang..."

Luo Yang’s eyes flashed, revealing a thoughtful look. Judging from the various signs at the moment, this place is the fairy palace thousands of years ago, and the Qin Jinhuang should also be the one he had encountered before.

Moreover, from the action of the great emperor, there seems to be some potential connection between the Huangmai family and the later Western Queens.

"Fortunately, the fairy palace at this moment is still prosperous. When it is not destroyed, other things will naturally not take care of me. I only need to be able to cultivate myself in this illusion."

After thinking about it, Luo Yang’s mind had an idea, and the whole person’s thinking gradually became clear.

"Although I am in a illusion, but not everything is illusory, I don't know. If I practice here, will it work?"

When Luo Yang’s mind was moved, when the right hand waved, from the stone table in Dongfu, there was a jade bottle flying.

According to his memory, this is filled with the gods in the bottle, which can strengthen the mind of the monk.

After dumping the medicinal herbs, Luo Yang did not hesitate, and swallowed his head. But after the medicinal herbs entered the abdomen, it seemed to be a reiki, and disappeared instantly, and could not play a role.

"Sure enough..."

Seeing that the remedy is ineffective, Luo Yang’s heart is a sigh. If the remedy in this illusion can really work, it will be a shocking creation for him.

It is a pity that this is just a fantasy. Not only these medicinal herbs, but even the many disciples he encountered before, are just illusory things. In the real world, they have already become white bones.

"No... even if it is a illusory thing, it should be the same as before the 10,000 years. So, the Taoist sects in this world are not preserved intact!"

It seems that I thought of something. When Luo Yang’s look moved, even the breathing was instantly rushed.

For the comprehension world after the 10,000-year-old, the ancient monk's road has already been cut off. Both the Dao and the Xianshu have been lost. In addition to some of the lucky ones that have been preserved, many other spells are available. Everything disappears, even the monks who are in heaven are very limited.

But this fairy palace is different. According to Luo Yang's memory at the moment, the Taoist method in this fairy palace is the most complete in the realm of comprehension. Even the fairy tales have hundreds of them!

"This is the illusion... the greatest creation!!" Luo Yang's eyes were bright and his mouth whispered.