This is not an illusion at all, but the meaning of the real ancient battle formation created by this war drum can directly affect him.

He used the Daoxin Demon.

In that illusion, countless changes appeared.

The monks began to fight against the aliens, and the tide of aliens were impacting the monks' formation.

The two sides fought wildly, and various magic tricks were lit up frequently, one after another.

There was blood flowing everywhere, and this was an ancient legion-level matchup.

This is a decisive battle that can absolutely destiny between monks and aliens.

The intensity of this battle directly affected Mo Xie Jian and made a whimper.

"kill!"

Lin Yu roared, and the ancient battle formation above the head seemed to be torn apart by anything.

Then, the war drum beside Zhenxiong burst out loudly.

The supernatural person who had become a war drum before exploded and turned into a blood mist.

The monks and aliens who were cheering for cheers suddenly stopped their voices, like ducks that were pinched their throats.

Zhenxiong's sledgehammer swung in the air, and directly took off his hand and hit a group of aliens. Suddenly, there was a burst of bone crackling sounds, and another howling of ghosts and wolves.

Zhenxiong's face looked ugly.

However, Mo Ye Jian's sob made him even more embarrassed. It was obvious that he wanted to use bad ideas and help Mo Ye, but unexpectedly, Lin Yu cracked it and affected Mo Ye.

His intestines were regretful.

He picked up the giant hammer and strode.

"Brother Mo Ye, you and I will fight him together. This guy is so weird that he can kill him quickly!"

His face was extremely murderous intent, completely ignoring the sudden outbreak of contemptuous voices of human psychics.

As long as he can kill Lin Yu, he doesn't have any face at all.

Lin Yu glanced at Feng Mei in the distance and saw the strong men around her eager to try, as if he didn't mind beating him one of them.
Chapter completed!