Situ Lang's face turned cold, and he said contemptuously: "The little illusion also wants to block my dreams."

After saying that, he strode to the front of the hill, then raised his palms and slammed towards the mountain peak.

There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and rocks as big as a hug were suddenly scattered in all directions. Several people around were hit by the rocks, and they died immediately with screams.

But looking at that mountain peak again, it still stands there, motionless!

The eyes of everyone behind them suddenly widened. This is a mysterious technique, but this mountain is a real mountain!

When he raises his hand, there is a big mountain, and even Situ Lang can block it. How can this be fun?

Situ Lang also frowned. Although this was an illusion, it was obviously a real mountain.

He really can't get through this blockage.

When Pei Xuan looked at it from behind, his eyes suddenly widened: "Give me a chance to play with this, I don't believe you can't break it open."

After saying that, he yelled: "All members of the Wushu Association listen to orders."

"Yes!" All members of the Wushu Association agreed in unison.

Pei Xuan pointed at the mountain in front of him, gritted his teeth and roared: "Everyone, come together and smash this turtle shell to pieces."

"Yes." Tens of thousands of people stepped forward together, and the guy in their hands greeted the mountain unceremoniously.

Suddenly there were loud noises, rocks flying, and dust and smoke everywhere.

But after struggling for half an hour, Pei Xuan was surprised to see that the mountain was still standing there, motionless.

Pei Xuan's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was so resistant to being beaten?

He also got angry and yelled, "Keep hitting me, I don't believe how long this blind trick can last."

So the guys in everyone's hands continued to hit the mountain, and the whole mountain began to shake faintly.

Across the mountain, Meng Jiaxin and Feng Qingwu, who had regained consciousness, looked at the mountain in front of them, and then looked at Dong Wan next to them, their eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, I forgot about you, a master of metaphysics. Now it's better

, they can’t get through it at all.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, the whole mountain suddenly began to shake.

Meng Jiaxin's brows suddenly wrinkled. She looked at Dong Wan and asked worriedly: "Wan'er, are they going to break this mysterious skill soon?"

Dong Wan shook his head and sneered: "It's not that easy to break this mountain!"

When everyone heard this, they breathed a long sigh of relief. However, Dong Wan's next words made everyone's hearts suddenly rise again.

I just heard Dong Wan say helplessly: "After all, my strength is limited and I can't hold on forever."

Meng Jiaxin looked at Dong Wan and asked worriedly: "Then, how long can you hold on?"

Dong Wan was about to speak when Feng Qingwu's phone rang quickly. Feng Qingwu picked up the phone and answered it. Zhou Qingwan's voice rang on the phone: "Sister Feng, are the people from the Wushu Association taking action against the Dragon King Pavilion?"

Feng Qingwu sighed and said, "Yes, Pei Xuan is leading a large group of troops and is attacking us fiercely."

Zhou Qingwan's voice suddenly became sharp: "Sister Feng, are you all okay now?"

Feng Qingwu quickly explained the situation. Zhou Qingwan saw that everyone in the audience was safe and sound, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Sister Feng, please hold on for ten more minutes. In ten minutes, I can lead the war department."

When people arrive, I will see how arrogant the Wushu Association still is."

Feng Qingwu nodded quickly, hung up the phone, and looked at Dong Wan.

Dong Wan nodded confidently: "Don't worry, I can persevere in ten minutes."

When everyone heard this, they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

They all looked eagerly into the distance, waiting for Zhou Qingwan to lead the large army.


Chapter completed!