Fantasy: I Have a Max-Level Immortal Emperor Account

Chapter 130 Illusionary Overwhelming Power!

On the shimmering lake.

A nearly ten-zhang-high artificial mountain rises abruptly from the lake.

Inside the Water Moon Pavilion.

A young man dressed in white robes was sitting and playing the zither. This man was Yang Wensong, the Holy Son who came from the Star Island Holy Land.

He is skilled in sonic techniques, which are especially effective against demons and monsters.

Beside the wooden table in front of her, the red-clad Beidou Saintess Mu Anxiang was still holding a cup of spiritual wine, taking a few sips with great interest.

Opposite her stood a young woman in a white dress, her face delicate and her elegant dress accentuating her tall figure. She wore a jade bracelet on each wrist, which shone with a hazy light under the bright moonlight, adding to her mystique. This was none other than Murong Haitang, the Holy Maiden of Star Island.

Tread-tap-

Sudden.

The sound of light footsteps came from outside the building.

Yang Wensong, who was playing the zither, suddenly changed the tone of his music. He added a bit of his divine power to the melodious music, which rippled outwards from Shuiyue Tower.

Mu Anxiang was two steps away.

She noticed something was off about the music, her brows furrowed, and she turned her gaze to Yang Wensong.

The slight goodwill I had towards it vanished instantly.

"Meddlesome!" Mu Anxiang glanced at Yang Wensong, a flash of crimson fire in her crystal eyes, and any sound waves that came near her were swallowed up by a heat wave in the air.

Murong Haitang seemed to be immune to the sonic attack because of the bracelet.

Yang Wensong is a troublemaker.

He had heard that Lin Xuan, the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, had only recently become a Holy Son, and he wanted to test his abilities.

This sonic attack is very difficult to deal with; it can even penetrate a cultivator's spiritual energy shield. Unless one has inherited a powerful legacy or has special methods, it cannot be neutralized.

Of course, if he causes harm to Lin Xuan, he will resolve the matter according to his mood.

"Let me test what you, this Holy Son, are capable of!"

Dangdangdang——

The sound of the zither has faded away.

After Yang Wensong played the zither, the sound waves containing divine sense attacks, like ripples in the void, invaded Lin Xuan and the other person.

hum!

The music rippled through Lin Xuan and then vanished.

It was as if some force was assimilating the sound waves—no, more accurately, devouring them.

"He noticed my attack!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Wensong's eyes.

"This person definitely has a supreme treasure protecting him!"

Yang Wensong concluded.

Just as he was thinking of increasing the intensity of the sound waves, a powerful divine sense suddenly enveloped him from the void, rendering his external spiritual energy shield completely ineffective.

Yang Wensong suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes.

At the same time, the shadow in his heart was magnified infinitely, immersing him in a terrifying illusion.

outside world.

The music Yang Wensong was playing suddenly stopped, and his body seemed to freeze, unable to move an inch.

Not only that.

Mu Anxiang and Murong Haitang also noticed that Yang Wensong's body was trembling slightly, and his pupils suddenly dilated several times, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Everything has calmed down!

All that remained was the sound of approaching footsteps.

"It's definitely him!"

Mu Anxiang already understood.

Yang Wensong from Xingdao Holy Land is really courting death by provoking him.

When Mu Anxiang heard Lin Xuan say her name directly, she knew that this person was no ordinary person.

As for Lin Xuan's excuse, it was even less believable, because she and Lin Xuan had just been promoted to the status of Holy Son. Before that, they were ascetic cultivators who had been in seclusion. Even the disciples of the Big Dipper Holy Land only knew about her after she was promoted to Holy Maiden.

Not to mention that the disciples of the Nine Heavens Holy Land already knew her name and appearance.

Murong Haitang, standing to Yang Wansong's side, had no intention of helping him. Although she and Yang Wansong both came from the Star Island Holy Land, Yang Wansong was a spoiled brat. Because his father was the Star Island Holy Lord, he had been nurtured with immense resources since childhood, which allowed him to ascend to the position of Holy Son.

"Holy Son Lin Xuan, Miss Ling'er!"

When Mu Anxiang saw Lin Xuan enter Shuiyue Tower, she spoke to him very politely.

"Humph!"

When Zhao Ling'er saw Mu Anxiang, she only snorted coldly and returned the greeting with great reluctance.

If Lin Xuan hadn't been there, she wouldn't have bothered with someone like Mu Anxiang!

"Miss Mu!"

Lin Xuan returned the greeting.

Murong Haitang, who was standing to the side, also stood up slightly. Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, giving her a delicate and vulnerable appearance that made one want to protect her.

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the area.

A message immediately caught my eye.

Nickname: Murong Haitang

Race: Terran

Level: Ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm

"Star Island Holy Land, Murong Haitang!"

"Murong Haitang said softly."

"Lin Xuan of the Nine Heavens Holy Land, this is my junior sister Zhao Ling'er!"

Lin Xuan introduced him to the situation.

then.

Lin Xuan then turned his gaze to Yang Wensong, who was still petrified.

Nickname: Yang Wensong

Race: Terran

Level: First level of Nascent Soul Realm

"kindness?"

When Lin Xuan scanned the area with his divine sense, he sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations on Yang Wensong's body were slightly disordered, as if he had just broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm and had not yet fully mastered his power.

However, with Lin Xuan's keen eyesight, he could see through it at a glance. It seemed that Yang Wensong was able to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm by using pills, which caused his foundation to be slightly unstable.

"Holy Son Lin Xuan, I plead with you on his behalf!"

"Murong Haitang said softly."

Yang Wensong and she were both from Xingdao Holy Land, and it wouldn't be good to let him continue like this.

After much consideration, Murong Haitang decided to speak up.

"kindness!"

Lin Xuan nodded in agreement.

Immediately, with a wave of his right hand, the Great Heart Magic Natal Talisman within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled suddenly, and a pulling force enveloped Yang Wensong, dispelling the inner demon power within his mind.

"Since everyone has already gathered, and Holy Son Lin Xuan has traveled a long way to come, let me first raise a toast to you!"

Mu Anxiang hurriedly invited the group to sit down and raised her jade cup, intending to toast Lin Xuan.

"I come!"

Zhao Ling'er also poured herself a cup, clinked it against Mu Anxiang's, and drank it all in one gulp.

"All right!"

Zhao Ling'er said.

"Haha, Miss Ling'er, you're really interesting. I think you have some special feelings for Holy Son Lin Xuan!"

Mu Anxiang smiled.

At the same time, she also turned her gaze to Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with curiosity about him, who was powerful and mysterious.

"you……"

Zhao Ling'er's ears turned red after Mu Anxiang said that, and she was so angry that she didn't know what to say.

After a while.

After Yang Wensong regained consciousness, he didn't say anything more.

Not only that, he developed a deep-seated fear of Lin Xuan.

Yang Wensong was carrying an eighth-grade protective treasure, but just now, Lin Xuan's illusion attack could ignore even an eighth-grade treasure. This was simply too terrifying.

In actual combat, he believed that the moment he fell into the illusion, he would already be dead!