The World That Tao Rules

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Outside the illusion, everyone who witnessed the series of changes that occurred between the last breaths of the eighth level was still in shock.

It's just that, besides Jiang Yun, there was another thin man who almost eliminated Jiang Yun at the last moment.

Basically, they are all great emperors, their eyesight is higher than that of Jiang Yunlai, and naturally they also gave a very high evaluation to the thin man.

Even if the opponent's strength is weaker than Jiang Yun, it will not be too weak, and the combat experience is quite rich.

Kill the enemy and save yourself with a clean arrow, all in one go!

Especially the bitter old and bitter cultivators, in addition to shock, they are also extremely sorry. If the opponent's shot time is a little earlier, then Jiang Yun will be successfully eliminated!

Old Kuo couldn't help but asked Yuan Fan, "Brother Yuan, what is the origin of the young man just now?"

"It seems that he is not one of the ten people you originally elected to take part in the competition, right?"

Yuan Fan was also in surprise at this moment. He shook his head when he heard Ku Lao's words, and said with a wry smile: "He is indeed not one of the ten appointed."

"It's just that I don't know where he came from. I have never heard of him before."

"But to be sure, he is a cultivator of my fantasy realm."

As the master of the magical realm, it is normal for Yuan Fan not to know the thin man.

After all, the realm of fantasy is so big, a monk who is deliberately low-key, his reputation is not obvious, of course he will not be known by him.

Yuan Fan continued: "I'll pass the order now so that people can inquire about the origin of that little guy."

Yuan Fan also admired the thin man very much.

Just like when he saw Ming Yuyang, he immediately pulled the other person into the original home without hesitation, and gave Ming Yuyang almost the highest treatment.

If possible, he also hopes that after the competition is over, he will take the thin man into his original home.

As for whether he was cherishing his talents, or for other purposes, only he himself knew.

At the same time, Yun Xihe also showed a smile on his face, muttering to himself: "What are you monks in the realm of fantasy!"

"The bow and arrow marks that appeared on the center of the eyebrows, as well as the superb arrow technique, all represent that he is a descendant of the eight great families and the eldest grandson family."

"However, this surprised me a bit."

"The eldest grandson family is the bottom of the eight great families, and now I have sent an unknown child, even I have not seen it."

"It's so outstanding, it's much better than Taihei Lang of the Fang family."

"In this way, I can have some expectations for him!"

At this point, the smile on Yun Xihe's face suddenly solidified, and his eyes gradually became gloomy as he looked at the people in the illusion.

According to the rules he told everyone before, one hundred monks can pass the eighth level.

But in the end, under Jiang Yun's shot, the number of monks who entered the ninth level now turned out to be only fifty-two in the end!

Almost half!

The most annoying thing is that among these fifty-two people, ten of the Dao Realm are all on the list!

Nan Fengchen, who had absolutely no hope of entering the ninth level, was naturally the last one after Jiang Yun and the thin man killed more than three hundred monks, and passed the level smoothly.

In Yun Xihe's view, Jiang Yun's actions were completely provoking himself.

More importantly, Yun Xihe has already seen that the ten people in Daoyu, the other nine people besides Jiang Yun, are actually quite good.

Ten people to forty-two people, don't say one-to-one, even if it is one-to-many, to be honest, Yun Xi and Yun Xi can't be sure whether the cultivator of Daoyu will definitely lose.

As a result, his original idea of ​​ending Jiang Yun at the ninth level was also shattered, and he had to think of another way.

At this moment, Jiang Yun was still in the rewards given by Jin Jianu.

His performance in the eighth level was just like in the first level. Although the speed was not the fastest, the number of monks he eliminated surpassed the first level, which naturally led to the golden slaves.

Even if it weren't for the skinny man who robbed part of the cultivator's boat at the last minute, and Jiang Yun was almost eliminated, then this time, it should be possible for him to draw the phantom pupil for a photo.

However, for these things, let alone Jiang Yun no longer cared, even the other monks were already numb.

Therefore, Jiang Yun is now wondering, if the ninth level is really an illusion, then is there any way he can bring Jiansheng them out of the illusion.

And, would Yun Xihe arrange another trap in the illusion to frame his ten people?

After all, as the great disciple of the respected person and the seater of the Eye of Illusion, Yun Xihe really has too many ways to control the illusion.

Jiang Yun's speculation is correct, the ninth level is indeed the magical level!

According to Yun Xihe's thoughts, in the eighth level, several people in Daoyu will definitely be eliminated.

At that time, he will put a hundred people into the same illusion.

If he directly uses the power of the illusion to kill, I am afraid that the ancient Mogu will not be able to see it.

Therefore, he can only use the power of the illusion to create conditions and opportunities for the cultivators of the illusion realm and the bitter realm, and kill all the cultivators of the Taoist domain such as Jiang Yun.

But now, he is not sure, and naturally this plan cannot be implemented.

At the same time, the thin man who was also receiving the silver armor slave's reward suddenly heard Yun Xihe's voice: "Are you from the grandson family?"

The man was startled at first, but then he realized that the speaker was Yun Xihe, and he nodded softly and said, "Senior Huiyun, the younger eldest grandson Sheng, comes from the eldest grandson family!"

"Your strength is good!" Yun Xihe's voice showed approval: "If you and Jiang Yun are one-on-one, are you sure you can beat him?"

Chang Sun Sheng pondered for a moment before repliing: "I dare not say that I am sure, but there is still a chance of winning!"

"Well, then, you will wait for my news!"

Except for the grandson Sheng, all the monks in the illusion at the moment except Dao Realm also heard Yun Xihe's voice, asking whether they are sure to beat Jiang Yun.

The answers to this question were mixed.

Some people are naturally extremely confident, some admit that they are inferior to Jiang Yun, and some are unsure.

In short, after asking everyone about it, everyone finally left nothingness and appeared in a world.

Jiang Yun turned his head and looked around, his heart sank.

I was sitting on a big tree now, and looking around, there was a forest with no end in sight.

I want to release my divine consciousness, but there is a powerful force here that firmly suppresses my divine consciousness.

And Jiang Yun is no stranger to this power, this is the power of illusion.

Jiang Yun naturally wouldn't worry about himself, but he couldn't see Jian Sheng and the others, and his divine consciousness could not be used. Under this circumstance, whether Jian Sheng and the others could escape from the illusion is really unknown.

At this moment, above the world, Yun Xihe's voice sounded.

"This is the ninth level of this competition, the magical level!"

"Now, all of your monks are in the same world, and they have all fallen into an illusion."

"However, because someone actually helped others just now, it violated the rules of this competition."

"Now, to be fair, I put you in different places in this world."

Naturally, this sentence refers to Jiang Yun.

"Don't bother to find your companions. What you have to do is to get out of this illusion as much as possible."

"You don't have to doubt my words, all your performance here can be seen clearly by the outside world."

Yun Xihe did not deceive people. At this moment, the fifty-two cultivators were indeed in this world.

"For this level, no matter what method you use, the top 30 people who have escaped from the illusion are the ones who ultimately win this competition."

"Now, the ninth level, it's started!"