It was also made of steel, half-covered strangely, and a large ancient seal characters were written on each of the two iron doors.

On the left, the word "ancient" is written.

On the right side, there is a word "demon".

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, as if every stroke has an incredible magic, penetrates into the heart, making people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

And I was really immersed in it. With just a glance, almost all the young monks in the field were hit.

"Warning, Master, please note that you are suffering from a mental illusion attack and will be ruling your will, and the judgment is underway..."

"The judgment is passed!"

"The master was successfully immune to this illusion attack."

Li Shaoyang felt dizzy and seemed to be about to be dragged into the illusion by something, but his powerful will was shattered and attacked.

However, even though he broke free, he felt a little drowsy.

In a trance, Li Shaoyang recalled that before waking up, he seemed to have seen a huge phantom of the demon god, and was roaring with dissatisfaction.

When Li Shaoyang turned his head, he suddenly saw that hundreds of participating monks around him were also trapped in the illusion.

Except for a few people who showed signs of breaking free, everyone else seemed to be about to fail.

It was at this moment that with a bang, a vast white sword energy suddenly flew from afar and slashed directly on the cold and mottled steel wall.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The violent echo like a bell dragged everyone out of the illusion.

As soon as hundreds of people broke free, they immediately gasped violently.

At least half of the monks fell directly to the ground, their faces pale as paper, as if they had suffered some serious fright.

"Demon, Demon God!"
Chapter completed!