Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1423 Illusion
The kind of control over life and death, the emperor lay down millions of corpses in a rage.

If it wasn't for the fact that his strength was sealed, these two words alone would be enough to turn Chu Yuan and his entire family into blood.

"Bah..." Chu Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Yang Cong, "If you have the guts, fight with me."

He felt that the reason why Yang Cong was able to crush him like this was entirely because of the sneak attack.

If it was the front, he wouldn't believe that a bronze three-star guy like him couldn't deal with a 13-year-old kid.

"That's as you wish." Yang Cong said calmly.

"Hmph courting death!"

A child who relied on sneak attacks to take advantage of him might be able to beat him, a three-star Bronze star, Chu Yuan was extremely proud of himself.

He charged directly at Yang Cong with vigor, and hammered at Yang Cong with clenched fists.

And just when everyone felt helpless, the next scene shocked everyone.

Yang Cong was still standing there intact, while Chu Yuan's fist was tightly grasped by Yang Cong's palm.

"Let go!" Chu Yuan was so angry that he unexpectedly struck Yang Cong with his other hand.

Yang Cong didn't answer, but still treated each other coldly. At the moment Chu Yuan made a move, Yang Cong kicked Chu Yuan's chest directly with the wind.

Just like that, Chu Yuan didn't even touch Yang Cong, and was kicked out directly.

Billowing smoke and dust, Chu Yuan's whole body was covered in mud, he was in a terrible mess.

"It's not over yet!"

Chu Yuan wanted to go forward, but it was a pity that he met Yang Cong.

A long time ago, physical skills used to be Yang Cong's strongest strength, but after knowing about mana, he seldom used physical skills.

Maybe Yang Cong's physical skills are nothing compared to the real physical experts, but it is enough to deal with Chu Yuan now.

The seemingly tall Chu Yuan was like a child being teased under Yang Cong's hands.

A slap print and a footprint became more and more on Chu Yuan's body.

In the end, after Yang Cong got tired of it, he directly kicked Chu Yuan away again.

Immediately, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Cong put his hands together, and then began to change rapidly.

"It's over!" Nie Li couldn't help shaking his head.

Seeing Nie Li's expression, Huyan Lanruo on the side was a little puzzled: "Nie Li, do you know what Yang Cong's hands are gesticulating?"

The people next to him couldn't understand it, but Nie Li could.

In his previous life, this was also one of Yang Cong's unique skills, Yin Jue.

It can be said that the Dao pattern is not empty at all, and it can be said that the two have their own characteristics.

"That's Yinjue." Nie Li said, "It's Yang Cong's unique technique."

"Unique knowledge!" Huyan Lanruo's eyes lit up, staring closely at Yang Cong.

"Die."

Yang Cong had already completed the seal at this time, and the moment Yang Cong completed the seal, the originally clear sky changed color.

Suddenly, thunder dragons descended from the already dark cloud-enclosed sky.

And the target of these thunder dragons was Chu Yuan who was already seriously injured.

"No!"

Seeing the Thunder Dragon descending that day, Chu Yuan could only be unwilling at this last moment.

But there was still no room for maneuver.

Regardless of the process, the outcome will not change.

Chu Yuan was doomed when he touched Yang Cong's Nilin.

Under everyone's unbelievable eyes, Chu Yuan was reduced to ashes under the raging thunder dragon.

"Is this still made by humans?" A person from an aristocratic family couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, such terrifying strength was actually used by a 13-year-old child."

"Chu Yuan's bronze three-star strength is actually dead like this!"

"My Baiyin's strength doesn't even feel like I can bear that blow." A Baiyin demon spiritist said.

At this moment, everyone was only shocked, and even more shocked was why a child like Yang Cong actually mastered such a terrifying kung fu.

Suddenly, a child of an aristocratic family thought of a possibility: "Could it be that Yang Cong accepted Master Ye Mo's inheritance!"

"Very likely." Everyone felt that the only explanation that could be given was this statement.

Even though most people believed that Yang Cong had accepted Master Ye Mo's inheritance.

But Nie Li knew that, let alone Ye Mo, even he was not as powerful as Yang Cong.

He had seen Yang Cong's battle at his peak, when the sky and the earth changed color, and when he raised his hand, the sky collapsed.

In that world, anyone who saw him would have to address him as the Heavenly Emperor.

It's a pity that Yang Cong disappeared in the final battle, otherwise he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

If Hu Yanlan stared at Yang Cong standing there with twinkling eyes, she really became more and more interested in this boy.

At first, he was interested in Nie Li. After all, the things Nie Li did in the academy were spread throughout the Glory City.

But now compared to Nie Li and Yang Cong, Huyan Lanruo seems to care more about Yang Cong.

Because it was a duel, although Yang Cong killed Chu Yuan, no one dared to say anything.

After all, everyone already thought that Yang Cong had accepted Ye Mo's inheritance, so he was Ye Mo's disciple.

First, Chu Yuan provoked Yang Cong, and he deserved his death.

If you really want to settle the score, as long as you move out Ye Mo, who would dare to push an inch.

So, everyone pretends that this incident never happened.

Regarding this, Yang Cong naturally felt that it couldn't be better. Although he had never even met Ye Mo, it would be better if there was less trouble.

I'm afraid that there will always be some people who don't have eyes to trouble him.

"Yang Cong, by the way, what did you cast just now?" Hu Yanlanruo came over.

"Miss Huyan, we haven't gotten to know each other enough yet." Yang Cong cast a glance at Huyan Lanruo, then continued walking.

"Humph"

Yang Cong was really angry with Huyan Lanruo.

Hu Yanlanruo secretly gritted her teeth and said: "Good boy, I can't do it anymore, I, a silver man, can't cure you little brat."

At this moment, Yang Cong, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

"Illusion?"

Yang Cong chuckled, speaking of illusion, he is the patriarch of illusion.

No reply, Yang Cong continued walking.

Hu Yanlan looked at Yang Cong's calm back, as if she was not affected by her illusion at all, and felt a little puzzled.

But just when Huyan Lanruo was puzzled, Yang Cong stopped suddenly.

"Huh?" Huyan Lanruo looked at Yang Cong with some surprise.

"Want to know, I can tell you." Yang Cong's mouth slightly raised. At this time, he was not as calm as before, but with a strange feeling.

Huyan Lanruo naturally didn't feel it and thought it was Yang Cong who had been tricked: "Okay."

Yang Cong slowly approached Huyan Lanruo, and Huyan Lanruo also watched Yang Cong slowly approach with his breath held.

Yang Cong came to Huyan Lanruo's side, his eyes were full of smiles, and he leaned slightly to Huyan Lanruo's ear: "That thing is."

(End of this chapter)