บท 1181: Victory

Mo You Valley was very narrow. It was only around fifteen feet wide. There were two lines of peach blossoms on the side, stretching into the valley.

Zhang Ruochen sneaked into the valley without making a sound. Just as he approached the peach blossoms, he sensed something unusual. He quickly stepped back.

"Illusion formation." Zhang Ruochen was startled.

If his mind power hadn't reached the saint level, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't have sensed the inscription ripples of the illusion formation. The person who arranged this formation had way better mind power than him.

The peach blossoms weren't peach blossoms.

Everything he saw might be an illusion.

Zhang Ruochen's ming power had already reached level fifty, yet he couldn't see through the illusions in the valley. He couldn't help sweating.

Ke Ke.

Zhang Ruochen coughed, and he spit blood out.