"wrong!

Look at that fairy city, how is it exactly the same as Ping'an fairy city!

No matter what the buildings in the fairy city are, there is no difference between them."

same!

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting upright on the throne on the high platform, couldn't help but murmur after seeing this miniature fairy city:

"interesting!"

"I didn't expect that this junior's illusion attainment has such a realm."

Upon hearing this, Murong Wanwan nodded and said:

“It’s a bit beyond expectations!

I guess the child Wen Jing's illusion attainments may be difficult for normal monks of the same level to resist."

"Once Wen Jing breaks through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, even those juniors in the Clan will be unable to compete with each other!"

"With the soul puppet, it is hard to tell whether it is real or fake!

Even a monk who is beyond her level may turn the tables against the wind!"

"Speak and make sense!"

"But if others find out the means and cooperate with the treasure that restrains the illusion, the effect of the illusion will be greatly reduced!"

“···”

Just as Cheng Buzheng and Murong Wanwan watched and discussed it...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Suddenly!

In Feixian Pavilion, the small and exquisite fairy city floating in the sky, the rays of light shone down, illuminating the miniature peaceful city.

A slender figure with both hands behind her back, staring at the sky, appeared out of thin air above the fairy city.

The rays of light shine, as if giving this figure a sacred cloak.

At this moment, it seems that the world is only left with this splendor.

See this scene.

Murong Wanwan, who was talking to her husband in a low voice, suddenly chuckled:

"Husband!

Look, does that look like you?"

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng glanced at him, and his eyes fell on the exquisite version of himself floating in the air, floating above the small Linglong Immortal City.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but chuckled:

"Don't say it, it's really like it!"

"But are the transformed qi and pressure too weak!"

"You don't even look at what kind of cultivation Wenjing is!"

"It is not easy to be able to achieve this level in the Qi Refining Stage!"

Just then, another beautiful figure appeared in the miniature Ping An City floating in the sky!

Cheng Buzheng said with a smile:

"Do you look like you?"

"Like!" Murong Wanwan nodded and said:

"Like a replica!"

"But what is this girl trying to do? Not only does she transform our illusion, but she is not bad for her fellow tribes."

"I don't know!" Cheng Buzheng smiled:

“But there is one thing you said wrong.

This girl Wenjing was unable to show your beauty by one ten thousandth.

Although your appearance is a bit similar, your temperament has not been able to transform."

“Where is it!”

"Not they are all exactly the same!"

"Don't believe it!

Look at it yourself!"

"You can coax people!"

“···”

Just when Cheng Buzheng flirted with his wife...

Sudden.

The miniature version of Cheng Buzheng above the fairy city lit up, as if a divine light was blooming.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, and two dazzling lights shot out from his eyes, rushing straight into the sky.

Then he pulled the miniature version of his wife beside him and slowly soared into the air, as if there was an invisible force to push him up toward the sky.

After the two figures disappeared...

In the miniature peaceful city, it becomes vibrant under the inexplicable power, and the flowers, plants and trees sway in the sky.

at the same time!

Countless villains in the miniature fairy city shouted with excitement:

"Congratulations to the ancestor, my grandmother, ascended to the realm!"

"Congratulations to the ancestor..."

“···”

See this scene.

Many monks in Feixian Pavilion almost understood which Cheng Wenjing was playing.

Regarding this.

The same tribe is also extremely envious.

After all, Cheng Wenjing's profound illusion and novel creativity can definitely win the joy of his ancestors and grandmother.

Rising the clouds ascend!

This is the ultimate dream of all monks!

The ancestor is naturally among them.

Can the ancestor not be happy with this illusion of [lifting the clouds and ascendant]?

And the meaning is good!

What a wonderful thing it is to ascend to beauty!

same.

Cheng Wenjing's illusion also made some of her good sisters feel less wonderful.

"Wenjing, why are you so scheming now?"

"But she can't be more beautiful than before.

This girl's illusion is not bad either!

I'll show it later."

Although these good sisters on the surface have different feelings, they look happy for their sisters on the surface.

The complexity of human nature can be seen.

At this time, Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting upright on the throne of the high platform, did not know the thoughts of these descendants.

There must be envy!

As for jealousy, it is indispensable!

However, with the [soul species] restrictions, he doesn't have to worry about the situation where Xiao Yun will cause trouble.

Therefore, Cheng Buzheng did not pay much attention to it.

Immediately.

He looked at Cheng Wenjing, who was standing in the middle, and said with a smile:

"good!
To be continued...