My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci's mind was racing. If he used the sword formation now, he would naturally be able to repel those flying knives. However, if he did so, the spiritual power in his body might not be able to sustain it, and no one knew what would happen next.

After careful consideration, he finally decided not to use the sword formation for the time being, and planned to rely on his own body speed to avoid the flying knives.

Chu Ci just lightly tapped his toes and rushed towards Leng Qingqiu like an arrow.

As long as he could successfully get close to Leng Qingqiu, he would have full confidence that he could defeat him.

However, an unexpected situation occurred. No matter how fast Chu Ci sped forward, the distance between him and Leng Qingqiu remained the same, as if they were firmly locked by an invisible force, always within a range of about twenty feet.

At this moment, the crystal ball in Leng Qingqiu's hand changed again, and five or six giant dragons roared out of it.

These giant dragons are incredibly long, each one is more than a hundred feet long, and just any one of them is enough to fill the entire platform.

Seeing this scene, Chu Ci couldn't help but be shocked. He really couldn't figure out what kind of weapon the other party was holding that could summon so many strange and powerful attack methods. If he had this treasure in his hand, he could win even if he met three or five Jindan cultivators.

Especially those giant dragons with bared fangs and claws in front of us, they are all level five monsters!

The reason why it was stated before the competition that the use of talismans and spirit beasts was not allowed was actually very simple, because these two things did not represent the true strength level of the contestants themselves.

And Leng Qingqiu actually summoned so many spirit beasts. Isn’t this a clear foul?

Thinking of this, Chu Ci couldn't help but look towards the audience, thinking that at least Song Henian should stand up and raise some objections.

However, what he saw was that everyone was concentrating on gazing at the giant dragon in the air. Including Song Henian himself, everyone's expression, eyes and movements were exactly the same.

The scene before him made Chu Ci feel unprecedented pressure. The giant dragon, the flying knives, and some scattered monsters... all of this combined was far beyond the limit of what he could bear.

Since it's a do-or-die battle anyway, we might as well give it a try. After all, this is the last game, and there's no need to worry even if we lose some spiritual power.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci decided to launch one last attack. As long as he could get close, even if just a little closer, he would summon twenty-four flying swords at once, risking everything for a final fight.

After making up his mind, the spiritual power in Chu Ci's body gushed out and flew towards Leng Qingqiu at lightning speed.

The strange thing was that even though he felt that he had flown hundreds of feet away and was far beyond the range of the platform, Leng Qingqiu still stood there motionless, as if there was an unbridgeable gap between him and him. No matter how he accelerated, the distance between them remained the same.

This situation is really unbelievable.

Chu Ci couldn't help but recall the nine-colored light column just now. It clearly hit Leng Qingqiu, but the latter was unharmed at all, as if everything was just an illusion.

Thinking of the word hallucination, Chu Ci was stunned.

Is this all an illusion? Or some kind of advanced magic trick?

When Chu Ci thought of this, he suddenly became enlightened and woke up instantly.

He knew very well that no matter how powerful the crystal ball in Leng Qingqiu's hand was, it would consume spiritual power to control it.

The spiritual power required to condense a level five monster should not be underestimated, not to mention that there is more than one monster appearing in the crystal ball!

The spiritual power required has long exceeded the limit of Jindan cultivators, not to mention Leng Qingqiu, a foundation-building cultivator. How could she possibly possess such a huge spiritual power?

If these are the spiritual beasts raised by Leng Qingqiu, then how to explain those flying knives? They were also shot out from the crystal ball.

In addition to Song Henian and the old man in white robe who remained indifferent, the people in the audience had the same expressions.

All these abnormalities gave Chu Ci a bold guess.

Could it be that all this is an illusion created by the crystal ball?

Ever since he first saw the crystal ball, he had fallen into the other party's illusion.

Just as Chu Ci was thinking, a giant dragon opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards him.

The ferocious face and sharp fangs were clearly visible, as if they were going to devour Chu Ci.

After thinking it all through, Chu Ci decided to give it a try. He believed in his own judgment.

Facing the roaring dragon, Chu Ci did not move at all. Instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused all his attention on his spiritual consciousness.

As his spiritual consciousness spread, Chu Ci gradually caught a strange feeling.

The giant dragon he sensed was no different from what he saw with the naked eye and was filled with powerful spiritual fluctuations, but within these fluctuations, it lacked the unique breath of life.

This feeling made him involuntarily think of a zombie like Peng Qi.

At this moment, the dragon had already passed over him.

Unlike the expected impact, there was no special feeling. The dragon's body seemed to be just air, passing through his body without leaving any trace.

Chu Ci already had the answer in his mind. He was sure that the other party was using illusion.

This illusion is not only powerful enough to deceive people's eyes, but even more terrifyingly, it can also deceive people's spiritual consciousness.

If Chu Ci had not been with Peng Qi frequently before, it would have been difficult for him to notice the abnormality.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes. It was the Golden Eye Technique.

He planned to use the Golden Eye Technique to carefully observe the surrounding situation, hoping to find some clues.

In his eyes, the surrounding scenery remained the same as usual. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a shadow that had never been there before.

The shadow seemed to emerge out of thin air, its outline gradually becoming clear, revealing a human figure.

The figure was very close to Chu Ci, so close that he could feel the faint aura emanating from the other person.

The man held a crystal ball in his hand, emitting a soft light. On the other side of the crystal ball was a sharp dagger, with a cold light flashing on the blade, as if ready to strike at any time.

A figure was approaching him step by step, and judging from the outline it was Leng Qingqiu.

Chu Ci instantly understood Leng Qingqiu's intention.

The other party's purpose was clear, he wanted to use the crystal ball to make him enter an illusion, so as to exhaust his spiritual power and launch an attack when he was at his weakest.

As for why Leng Qingqiu chose to be the last one to go on stage, it’s actually very simple.

As long as the crystal ball is used on the stage, the monks below the stage will naturally understand its mystery, and will be on guard when they face her again.

This kind of illusion will not work once the opponent is on guard. Therefore, Leng Qingqiu waited until the last to appear, intending to win in this way.

After thinking through all this, Chu Ci did not show any abnormality. Instead, he pretended to be unaware and looked away, waiting for the best opportunity to make a move.