Shen Tujue's expression changed drastically.

As soon as Zhuo Buqun's fighting spirit merged into the Divine Eye Monument, the stone monument immediately trembled wildly. No matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to suppress it. His consciousness was almost collapsed.

The light released by the stone tablet extends madly upwards.

One zhang, three zhang, nine zhang...twenty zhang, fifty zhang, ninety zhang.

Shen Tujue felt that if he continued to suppress it, this consciousness would collapse directly, and the consciousness would withdraw from it in a hurry.

Boom! The divine image monument that lost its suppression, and the blue light rose into the sky.

One hundred feet! Everyone was stunned and roared in their minds.

This achievement is already the same as Yan Xingyu.

The light continues to rise.

Two hundred feet! Three hundred feet! It was not until three hundred feet that the light stopped. It was not that the light was powerless after all, but that it had reached the end of the space.

The void above began to twist, forming a huge vortex that enveloped Zhuo Buqun and the Divine Eye Monument.

A line of handwriting appears on the divine monument: Future achievements are limitless! "Achievements are infinite?

How could it be infinite achievements?”

"How could there be a divine monument that cannot measure future achievements?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Shen Tujue's face was full of shock and horror.

At this time, the Shenxiang Monument was like a candle blown by the wind, and the light flashed rapidly. Then a burst of explosion sound came from the monument, covered with cracks.

The Divine Cemetery Monument was so overwhelmed that it was destroyed! The Divine Cemetery Monument then reacted. Seeing the Divine Cemetery Monument covered with cracks like spider webs, it immediately let out a shocking roar: "You, you have actually destroyed the Divine Cemetery Monument!"

"It's not that I destroyed the God-Face Monument, but your God-Face Monument, and I'm not qualified to test my talent!"

Zhuo Buqun's faint voice exuded an unparalleled arrogance.

"Is this the talent of the God of Fighting?"

Shen Tu Jue's heart was filled with fear. Only then did he realize that although the former fighting god had fallen, his strength was not there at this time, and his talent was definitely not something he could guess.

At this time, the twisted void wrapped around Zhuo Buqun and flew towards the sky, then disappeared without a trace from the vortex.

This is a rule that the inheritance tower has long been set, and even Shentujue cannot be changed.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the broken divine image monument. The destruction of the divine image monument means that they will be trapped here, and they will never have any hope of being inherited by Dou Zun, or even being trapped here to death.

Shen Tu Jue looked angry and unwilling. After a long time, he snorted coldly, looked at the vortex above the space, and said in his heart: "The sixth level of reincarnation, I will let you sink forever!"

Zhuo Buqun was involved in the formation passage. After a slight dizziness, he had just recovered from consciousness and the hustle and bustle of the world came to his face.

He was actually in a bustling downtown, surrounded by traffic and people coming and going.

All the scenery, faces, and everything in the world are so real.

The only thing that is unreal is himself, compared to this world, he is like a spectator who is transcendent to the world.

A carriage was flying directly over his body, but he was safe and sound. He could not see his presence from those passing by.

A young man staggered on the street, holding a wine pot in his hand, smelling alcohol all over his body, and he seemed to be drunk at first glance.

The young man's face was haggard and looked in a distraught way, and he obviously lived a bad life.

Zhuo Buqun glanced at the young man, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then laughed silently. The young man was obviously another him.

Not only is his appearance exactly the same, but Zhuo Buqun also feels dazed, unable to tell whether he is empty or the youth is illusion, and there is also a feeling that he is one with the youth, and the urge to be one with the youth is in his heart.

"Fantasy World?"

Zhuo Buqun smiled, "It turns out to be a fantasy world reincarnation used to temper the fighting spirit, which is interesting!"

The strong men above Dou Zun not only have the powerful strength to destroy the stars, but also have the strong heart of Dou Zun, who has experienced vicissitudes of life and unyielding. They can create a lifelike illusion world for disciples and descendants to experience it to temper their minds.

The world Zhuo Buqun is in at this time is a fantasy world.

Don’t underestimate this fantasy world. Once the fighter who enters the fantasy world has an identity with the self in the fantasy world, the two are integrated into one and cannot distinguish between reality and illusion, they will sink into this fantasy world.

For Zhuo Buqun, he is real, and people and things in the fantasy world are illusions, but for people in the fantasy world, he is an illusory existence.

Being transcendent to the world, the illusion world is a passing cloud. If you cannot see through it and sink into it, you will be in decline for a lifetime, and some powerful illusion worlds will even be in decline forever.

With Zhuo Buqun's nature, he will naturally not be affected. He quietly looked at the down-and-out self and chuckled.

Swish swish swish! Everyone around him suddenly felt something, looked at him with their eyes in unison, and instantly saw Zhuo Buqun's existence, all of whom showed a look of surprise.

Zhuo Buqun stretched out his palm and brushed the nothingness in front of him. The illusion was shattered like a bubble, and all the scenery and people were distorted and disintegrated.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly again, and Zhuo Buqun came to a completely different fantasy world.

The shouts of killing were shocking the sky, the swords and iron horses, the battle flags were flying, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. He actually came to the battlefield where the two armies fought.

Zhuo Buqun saw another self on the battlefield at a glance. His identity was a soldier at this time, and he was rushing towards the enemy with the army.

A general rushed out of the enemy formation, with a white horse dressed in white, majestic and galloping across the army, invincible in everything he wanted.

Seeing the face of the general in white, Zhuo Buqun couldn't help but be stunned. This person was Ye Jing.

Zhuo Buqun's eyes swept over Ye Jing and immediately discovered that Ye Jing was not just an illusion at this time, but was integrated into his consciousness. He had completely merged with the illusion world. This state is called illusion.

Once a fighter who has experienced the test of the fantasy world enters the fantasy, he will sink into it. It is difficult for him to get rid of it from it, and he will even be lost in the fantasy world forever.

Kill! Ye Jing rode his horse and swung his sword in his hand, took away lives, and soon rushed to the small soldier transformed by Zhuo Buqun.

Although Zhuo Buqun was outside the fantasy world, he could still clearly sense the strong killing aura of Ye Jing's body, and even felt the horror and despair in the soldier's heart.

Puff! Ye Jing waved the sword in his hand and cut off the soldier's right arm, and then the war horse trampled over the soldier.

Zhuo Buqun, who was outside the fantasy world, felt a severe pain in his right arm, followed by the pain of being trampled on his whole body, as well as despair, fear and unwillingness.

Zhuo Buqun smiled indifferently, and the ancient well in his eyes were not waving. No matter how he changed the world and changed the world, it would be difficult for him to shake his heart.

“It’s really boring!”

Zhuo Buqun took action again, and the illusion was shattered.

Shen Tujue's cold snorting came from nothingness. It was obvious that he had been spying on secretly. Even the scene of Ye Jing killing the soldiers in the fantasy world was controlled by him.

Zhuo Buqun appeared one after another in the fantasy world and soon discovered something was wrong.

His experience in the fantasy world was getting more and more miserable. He was either poor, bullied, or plagued by illness or suffering from illness. If he had a miserable fate, he was even executed by Lingchi once for committing a serious crime.

Although these experiences are all Zhuo Buqun in the fantasy world, Zhuo Buqun himself empathizes with them. Every experience suffers inhuman pain.
Chapter completed!