Illusionist in American comics

The moment a person is born, there will be a breath of innate energy conceived in the mother's womb left in the body, which corresponds to the meaning of chaos opening up and being born on the ground.

But as we age, this energy will gradually dissipate.

Finally it flows into the space between heaven and earth.

All Qi Refiners long for this lost innate energy, because it is an important key to opening the mortal barrier.

Innate is the paradise.

Lu Xixian's cultivation at this time has reached the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm, which can be regarded as a small group of people at the top of the mountain in the alien world.

He even has the qualifications to establish a sect and be called the ancestor.

Even compared with past history, he has the qualifications not to take a step back.

Even compared to those predecessors who pioneered the future, he was just born in the wrong era.

If placed in an era when Qi refining was popular, Lu Xixian would have been a big devil.

But compared with the power of this world, Lu Xixian didn't know what level she was at.

The strongest enemy he has encountered so far has not made him take it seriously, and has even become his own nourishment.

Yes, I’m talking about you, Dormammu.

There are high and low levels of dimensional demon gods, but Dormammu, a ten thousand-year-old otaku, only picks on weaklings, and all the dimensions swallowed by him show no resistance at all.

It wasn't until he encountered the Earth that Dormammu realized that he had chosen the wrong target.

Just one Ancient One could defend Dormammu for hundreds of years.

Of course, it's not that Dormammu is too weak, but that Ancient One is too strong.

But even Gu Yi, who had the title of Supreme Mage, died in front of Lu Xixian. Although the opponent released a Pacific Ocean of water, Lu Xixian was still the last one standing.

Since Lu Xixian came to this world, his changes have never stopped.

First, he gathered people's luck to break through the cultivation level. With the help of Donghuang Bell, he made rapid progress. He not only restored the cultivation level of his previous life, but also took a step further.

After that, he devoured Shou Lao and solved the eyesore Kunlun, and gained the opponent's immortal power, thus solving the lifespan problem that all the alchemists were worried about.

But this is just the beginning.

Later, Lu Xixian used the incarnation of Dan Chenzi to lay out New York, gathered the alienated spirits to arrange the Heaven-locking Formation, and after gaining the approval of Donghuang Bell, his cultivation level went further.

But this is still a small step forward.

Entering the treasure house, learning runes, unifying the techniques, and obtaining the original Taoist robe. At this time, Lu Xixian has mastered two roads leading to the top of the mountain.

Devour the dark dimension and condense the dark godhead.

Gather in the land of Jiuyou and master the Qingping sword.

At this moment, Lu Xixian has completely transformed, and even an incarnation has the power to crush Gu Yi.

At the same time, the path before Lu Xixian gradually became clear.

In addition to using the power of the East Emperor Bell to improve his own cultivation, he must also repair this innate treasure as soon as possible. According to the method left by Taiyi, he needs to fill the sea of ​​luck in the East Emperor Bell to travel to the next world.

Lu Xixian had used a lot to break through the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm before, but now the remaining ones were simply not enough to go to the next world.

Luck is elusive, but there are traces to follow.

With the Donghuang Bell, an artifact of luck and fortune, Lu Xixian only needs to watch over his flock.

As the number of sheep increases, the speed at which he gathers wool increases.

When it's all over, that's when he leaves this world.

With a hint of harvest joy, Lu Xixian looked forward, where Perseus was ready.

"I see your reality"

"That's the black palm under the curtain"

"who are you!"

Lu Xixian shook his head slowly, and then walked towards Perseus, and then countless identical figures appeared beside him. They had the same appearance as Lu Xixian, but wore different clothes.

They are beggars, white-collar workers, sweating workers on construction sites, and officials who control the fate of others.

White, black, gray, different colors have different lives, but they all have the same identity.

That is Lu Xixian.

"I am who I am"

"You can call me the successor of Penglai, or you can call me the Lord of the Nine Nethers."

"You can call me whatever you want."

The false illusion turned from fiction to reality, but no one has ever seen through it. Lu Xixian did not expect that a small work he created at random could actually see through the truth.

To be honest, he was a little curious about Perseus's eyes.

Countless figures walked towards Perseus, and they stretched out their right hands neatly, wanting to touch each other's eyes.

But within the Duel Temple, Perseus has the strength to not be afraid of others.

The thunder sword on his waist cut across all the figures, and in the mist that drifted in the wind, the surroundings also began to become trance-like.

"Since you can see through the reality, then look at everything in front of you."

The sound high above his head stopped, and Perseus turned back to look behind him, where a huge figure with no visible edges was emerging from the sea.

Amidst the ear-piercing howls, the opponent's huge tentacles that covered the sky instantly waved towards Perseus, and at the same time, countless wailing sounds also sounded in his ears.

"Kraken!"

Perseus blinked quickly, and then looked around in confusion. This was not the reality he saw.

The memory was fake and the name was fake. He still remembered the special nutrient chamber, but now that he saw the familiar Kraken, he began to doubt his own eyes.

Outside the illusion, Lu Xixian looked at the Duel Temple. If he guessed correctly, this should still be Gandalf's collection.

As an avatar who has been wandering around, the other party has harvested many rare items, some of which were snatched, some stolen, and some found.

In terms of collection, Gandalf perfectly reproduced Lu Xixian's old life.

After the former master Qian Huan stopped stealing from his masters, stealing the magic weapons of various sects became his hobby.

Therefore, it is really lucky for all sects that Lu Xixian left the alien world.

"I can make it real even if it's fake"

"From today onwards, you are the real Perseus"

Looking back at the illusion behind him, Perseus is on his way to hunt Medusa.

The other party's eyes were indeed special, but they were only a small surprise to Lu Xixian.

On the contrary, Perseus, a custodian who was not affected by false memories, was more interesting to him.

Within a special group, there must always be a different existence.

This will make the other person appear more dazzling.

The Forbidden Army still lacks a leader, and Lu Xixian feels that the rebellious Perseus is very suitable.

For this reason, he is even willing to give the other party some help, such as letting the other party witness the real Twilight of the Gods.

Without the thought of fighting, Lu Xixian yawned out of boredom, and then walked outside.

It would take time for the other party to become the real Perseus. During this period, Lu Xixian was going to watch other people's battles.

By the way, looking at the overall quality of the Forbidden Army, he doesn't need some trash.

On the battlefield led by T'Challa, the stubborn non-conformists were retreating. After T'Challa ordered the pursuit, the troops converging on the left and right were charging forward.

But like huge rocks encountered in the river, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking the troops' charge.

“There are quite a few people”

Under a rough beard, a strong figure took off the croissant flask from his waist. After taking a sip, he wiped the wine off his beard and then tightened his grip on the battle ax in front of him.

The two short-handled throwing axes behind his waist collided, and the other party breathed out a breath of alcohol.

"If you are timid, then leave it to me."

"Sparta never retreats"

Boom, the spear in his hand struck the shield. Under the blood-red cloak was an equally powerful body. The scars on it were the best witness.

"Leonidas, how about a competition?"

"Let's see who is stronger, your Spartans or my Vikings"

Harald looked at the approaching troops in front and smiled excitedly. He was known as the last Viking, and he never retreated.

"as you wish!"

Also looking at the troops in front, Leonidas tapped the shield in his left hand for the last time, and then a group of golden and red figures emerged behind him.

It was the three hundred Spartan warriors who symbolized their determination to fight to the death.

When Harald saw this scene, he also blew the horn on his waist, and then the same number of Viking warriors walked out from behind the trees.

Two groups of troops, equally famous for their ferocity, lined up neatly behind them and quietly waited for orders.

The two sides were approaching, and then Harald and Leonidas gave orders together.

"charge!"

Then the two smoke dragons rushed forward.