My Optimized Immortal Life

Liuyun's voice fell.

Chen Yang suddenly discovered that a slender snow-white jade hand was placed on his shoulder at some point. He was horrified and quickly activated his magic power, causing the scorching sun light behind him to grow stronger. A red-gold spiritual flame ignited from his body, causing the snow-white jade hand to retreat, as if it was quite afraid.

Seeing this, a gleam of light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes. He moved and leaped forward, away from the snow-white jade hand. At the same time, he twisted his body, and a fire dragon flew out from his hand and rushed straight behind him.

The flames of the explosion and the gusts of air blocked Chen Yang's vision, but could not block his spiritual sense. In the area covered by his spiritual sense, there was no trace of the snow-white jade hand in the place where the fire dragon had just covered.

"Another illusion!"

Chen Yang was secretly shocked.

To be honest, he overestimated his pupil skills and underestimated the Fairy Liuyun who came from Piaomiao Pavilion.

With his pupil technique, he was indeed able to see through the reality of the clouds and mist that Fairy Liuyun first cast, but what he didn't expect was that this layer of clouds and mist was just a decoy. When Fairy Liuyun cast the clouds and mist, the magic power that overflowed from her was the most important thing.

Chen Yang has already seen that the illusions cast by Fairy Liuyun are based on the magic power that has permeated the entire fighting field. Whether it is a state of mind illusion or a real scene illusion, it is performed in this way.

The snow-white jade hand just now should be an illusion of the mind. It is not a real object, but something that Liuyun materialized by using his magic power to erode his mind. When he used his magic power to cleanse himself with the scarlet-gold spiritual flame, he broke the illusion of the mind.

Staying where he was, Chen Yang looked at the surrounding clouds and mist, trying to use his pupil technique to detect traces of the flow of rhyme.

Although his pupil technique was not as good as Liu Yun's illusion technique and could only see through appearances, he could still detect Liu Yun's actions with the help of changes in appearances. This was better than being blind and being fooled by him.

The clouds were misty and hazy, making it difficult to see clearly. But when Chen Yang glanced around, he saw a figure slowly walking out from the depths of the clouds. There was some red-gold spiritual flame wrapped around its body, a scorching sun hung high behind its head, and its eyes were shining with divine light. Such a look made Chen Yang look solemn.

Even my virtual image was created.

He was secretly surprised in his heart, but his hands did not hesitate. The red-gold spiritual flame wrapped around his right arm, and under the guidance of magic power, it condensed into a long sword in front of him and was held in Chen Yang's hand.

The next moment, the long sword fell, and the red-gold spiritual flame merged with the magic power, turning into sword energy, which fell down with a bang, splitting the virtual image in front of Chen Yang into two and then collapsing.

Another illusion!

Seeing this, Chen Yang's expression remained unchanged. He retracted the sword in his hand, and red-gold spiritual flames ignited around his body, melting all the clouds that tried to approach.

With the protection of the red-gold spiritual flame, the flowing magic power concealed by the clouds and mist could not affect Chen Yang, blinding his mind and making him fall into a half-real and half-virtual illusion.

Chen Yang cut his own phantom in half with a sword, causing it to disappear. Then he looked around and suddenly spoke.

"Fairy, your cloud and mist illusion technique is indeed impressive. My pupil technique is far inferior to yours. However, I'm afraid your abilities are limited to this and cannot pose a threat to me. How about we just stop here and call it a draw?"

The words were blessed by magic power and spread to the depths of the clouds and mist, allowing the hidden rhythm within to be heard.

A draw result is acceptable to both Chen Yang and Chan Ding. After all, as long as the resources of Ding Zhen Sect are not taken away, the fight among the six sects will be in vain, and this suppression will become a joke.

Chen Yang thought so, but most of his mind was on the outside world. Liu Yun had used many methods so far. Although he could not do anything to him, he could not do anything to Liu Yun at the same time. The two were in a stalemate, but the only thing Chen Yang was worried about was that Piaomiao Pavilion would give Liu Yun a trump card.

A few breaths passed, but the mist around Chen Yang did not dissipate. Instead, it became thicker, making his face look even uglier.

Suddenly, a voice came from all directions, causing Chen Yang's expression to change drastically.

"Fellow Daoist Chenyang, although my magic has improved, I am still not at the peak of my cultivation. I cannot do anything to you at the moment. However, there is a senior in Piaomiao Pavilion who has noticed my talent and has specially bestowed upon me the Seven Illusionary Treasure Tree. With this magical treasure to help me, I think it would be best for you, Fellow Daoist Chenyang, to admit defeat first."

As soon as the four words "Seven Illusionary Treasure Trees" came out, Chen Yang was so frightened that his face turned pale.

But what shocked him even more was that in the surrounding clouds, there were actually some bright spots of light, colorful. After counting carefully, he realized that there were seven colors.

The seven-colored light floated up, swaying, and combined with the clouds and mist, it made this place look like a fairyland, but Chen Yang could use his spiritual sense to feel the terrifying aura contained in the seven-colored light.

It was the aura of a fourth-grade, top-grade spiritual treasure, displayed unconcealedly in front of Chen Yang, shocking him so much that even the scorching sun hanging behind his head seemed a little illusory.

No, the Seven Illusions Treasure Tree is the natal spiritual treasure of True Lord Qianhuan. How could it be borrowed? This woman is bluffing.

Chen Yang forced himself to calm down, then mobilized his magic power to stabilize the illusory scorching sun behind his head. The red-gold spiritual flame spread, covering his surroundings and resisting the clouds and fog outside.

Seven-colored streams of light floated in the air, coming from all directions, fluttering down and landing on the scarlet-gold spiritual flame, but were burned up by the scarlet-gold spiritual flame.

Seeing this, Chen Yang calmed down.

Fortunately, this is just an illusion and not the real thing. Otherwise, with my spiritual flame, I would not be able to suppress the seven-colored light no matter what.

After seeing through Liu Yun's deception, Chen Yang felt relieved. He looked around and spoke loudly.

"So the fairies of Piaomiao Pavilion are just like this. During a competition, they even resorted to using the title of elder to intimidate others. I think you, Liuyun, have run out of tricks. Why don't you just stop now?"

Although Chen Yang saw through the seven-colored light as a scam, he really couldn't see through Liu Yun's illusion, so he still focused on seeking peace while observing his surroundings, trying to find flaws in the illusion.

The voice spread, and then a burst of laughter came from the clouds.

"My imitation of the seven-colored flowing light is still not perfect. Fellow Daoist saw through it so quickly. But there is nothing I can do. After all, the Seven Illusion Treasure Tree has only been in my hands for less than seven days..."

Liu Yun's voice came from far away. Chen Yang became secretly alert when he heard it, thinking that Liu Yun was going to use some tricks again.

But what he didn't expect was that the clouds and mist that originally surrounded him gradually receded, revealing the ground of the fighting platform, and his vision became wider.

Seeing this situation, Chen Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath, realizing that the worst might have happened.

The clouds and mist gradually receded, and when they were a hundred meters away, they stopped. Liuyun stepped out of the clouds and mist, with a graceful figure, a delicate face, and a smile in the corners of her eyes.

But Chen Yang's attention was not on the beauty. He looked at the seven-colored small tree hanging in Liuyun's hand and suddenly smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect you to actually borrow such a treasure."

Hearing this, Liuyun smiled, stroked the small tree with her delicate hands, and laughed sweetly.

"Why don't you give it a try, fellow Daoist? Maybe this little tree is fake too."