Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao C.3904: Truth and Illusion

How could Ling Han block the attack of a late stage Core Formation Tier cultivator?

Obviously, fighting head-on was courting death.

Ling Han used Imminent Skyline, and xiu, his speed was extremely fast.

Since the three members of the Tong Clan had discovered him, how could they possibly let him off the hook? They all set out in pursuit.

What surprised Ling Han was that he actually couldn't throw these three people off his tail.

He had clearly flown on his Tool and thrown these three people off his tail, but when his figure landed, these three people suddenly appeared again.

F***, what the hell was this?

Ling Han felt like everything was far too strange. He had unknowingly revealed his true appearance, yet the three members of the Tong Clan couldn't be shaken off no matter what. This didn't make sense.

What exactly was off?

Could it be that what hesaw was an illusion?

With a thought from Ling Han, he suddenly stopped, and charged towards the three members of the Tong Clan.

Demonic Monkey Fists?

Boom, Ling Han's punch was extraordinarily heavy and fast.

Peng, he exchanged a blow with Tong Yongning, but a powerful force assailed him, and he was instantly sent flying. He did not even have the chance to use the second style.

"Pu!" He spluttered out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs were trembling, which was extremely terrible.

On the other hand, though Tong Yongning was also sent backwards by him, he did not throw up blood. Immediately, he charged back.

Ling Han channeled the Imperial Technique. Although he just barely possessed the battle prowess of an early stage Core Formation Tier cultivator, his defenses were far inferior.

At this moment, Tong Shuhua and Tong Xiao had already charged over.

Ling Han couldn't care less about the boiling in his internal organs, and hurriedly flew into the sky on his Tool. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Shua, a ray of light slashed over at an incredibly fast speed.

What a terrifying light. There were mysterious seals flickering within, as if even Divine Metal could be severed.

Thankfully, the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower exuded Primal Chaos Qi, forming a solid defense. Peng, when this ray of light slashed over, the Primal Chaos Qi was forcibly destroyed, and he had also been hit by the slash. Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Mystical power overflowed chaotically, and he could no longer control the Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower to fly. Immediately, he dropped down from the skies.

Peng, he fell onto the sand, and felt as if all his internal organs had been shattered. This was an indescribably horrible feeling.

He had not even managed to catch his breath, when he saw the three Core Formation Tiers of the Tong Clan had already appeared on the horizon, and were rapidly charging towards him. 'F*ck! Again?'

Ling Han hurriedly got back to his feet and started to run again.

This time, he did not fly on his Tool. There was great killing intent in the skies.

However, the ground was not peaceful either. Occasionally, there would be bursts of underground flames gushing out. There was no need for him to be burnt directly. Even from afar, he could feel the scorching heat that was capable of burning his soul.

If it came into contact with him, he would probably die.

Ling Han had no choice but to be extremely alert. His divine sense circulated, paying attention to every single detail that changed on the ground, so that he could make a judgement in advance, and see if there would be any earth flames gushing out from there.

No matter how he fled, he was unable to throw off the pursuers behind him, and dangers appeared endlessly in the desert. Even with his iron willpower, he still felt weary.

Yi, had he overlooked something?

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A thought flashed through Ling Han's mind, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what. It was too dangerous here, and he couldn't divert his attention to think about other things at all.

No, no.

Ling Han was a supreme prodigy, after all. He was a freak that could cultivate every cultivation level to the true pinnacle level, so his willpower was naturally extraordinary as

well.

'Oh, right.'

Realization suddenly dawned on Ling Han. Why hadn't he thought of using the Heavenly Dao Flames?

This was his deadly weapon, and he could still use it five times.

Additionally, his mystical power was like a vast ocean, capable of matching mystical power of Sect Master-level, but even he felt weary. Why were the three Core Formation Tiers of the Tong Clan still able to follow closely behind him?

They weren't made of iron, and their mystical power wasn't inexhaustible.

Additionally, the other party could continue to hang behind him, and could not be shaken off no matter what. Added with his appearance, and the wave of his soul, he had strangely recovered his true identity.

"An!" Ling Han immediately shouted in his mind, and the scene before him instantly

trembled slightly.

Though this was only an instant, for Ling Han, this was already enough.

He was 100% sure that this was an illusion.

But since he was in the illusion, why was he no match for the three Core Formation Tiers of the Tong Clan? Why had he been wounded?

This was because this illusion was far too realistic, so much so that it affected his divine

sense.

If his divine sense thought that he had been injured, or even in fact died, he would also fall into an eternal dead silence, right until his life was exhausted.

He suddenly recalled the legend of the Black Heaven Temple. The light of death enshrouded

them, and all living creatures died.

Could it be that it was because of this?

He suddenly stopped. Boom! Earth flames surged out, their might boundless.

If this was directly burnt, then Ling Han would definitely "die". It would not be his body, but rather his soul. Even if he was sure that this was an illusion, because it was too real, his mind would still think that he had been burnt to death.

He couldn't change this illusion, but he could change himself.

"I am the Ancestral King, the invincible Saint Emperor, the Great Emperor that ruled over an era," Ling Han said calmly, then sent out a palm strike.

Boom, the whole desert was destroyed. He sent out a palm strike, and all existences were

destroyed.

Ahead of him, the three Core Formation Tiers of the Tong Clan instantly evaporated, no

longer existing.

In front of Ling Han, only a void was left. He gave a loud shout, and struck out with his palms again. Pa, pa, pa!. Every palm strike was capable of tearing apart the universe.

The might of a Great Emperor was invincible in this world.

Boom! The Void couldn't withstand the attacks of an Ancestral King either, and shattered

again. The scene in front of them turned into pieces.

Ling Han's body trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he had already returned to the Black

Heaven Temple.

He was in the middle of the crowd. Everyone had closed their eyes, but their eyes were rapidly twitching. The expressions on their faces were either nervous or terrified. In short, not one of

them was in a relaxed state.

Clearly, these people were the same as he had been previously. They were in an incredibly real illusion, and could not extricate themselves.

Ling Han looked up, only to see a streak of light pulsating before him. It was as black as ink.

So this was the legendary light of death?

Ling Han strode forwards. He had not taken too many steps, when the scene in front of his eyes immediately changed. He had entered into a desolate mountain, and there were large

rocks rolling down.

Humph!

Ling Han imagined himself as an Ancestral King. This was not difficult at all, because he had

previously seen many battle scenes of Ancestral King Pan Shi, and did not lack understanding

of the battle prowess of an Ancestral King.

Boom! Mountains collapsed, the heavens collapsed, and the Void was destroyed. He immediately returned to reality.

In comparison, he had only just advanced a single step.

Hiss, what a powerful illusion. He clearly knew that this was an illusion, and kept walking

forwards, but he had only taken one step, which was proof enough of how quickly he was affected by the illusion.

Ling Han continued to advance, and the scenery changed again. He was in a world of ice and snow. The cold wind whistled, and he was about to freeze in an instant.

Break.

Ling Han casually threw a punch, and heaven and earth crumbled. He once again exited the

illusion.

He walked again, walked again, and walked again.

Even though Ling Han had already found a solution, his progress was still slow.

However, he was determined that nothing could stop him.

Finally, he arrived in front of that streak of light. He stretched out a hand to grab it, and a

smile appeared on his face.