Six years after the illusion production team disappeared, Shen Xing, who was trying to survive in the wasteland, finally entered the illusion.
The fantasy of the past: peaceful and peaceful, able to experience various magical fairyland-like living areas.
The current fantasy: competition for survival resources causes panic, brings endless killings, and makes people panic all day long.
The immortal cultivator's flying sword powerfully suppressed the mecha as if it were the top of Mount Tai.
Wizards riding broomsticks and waving wands draw heavily armed mercenaries to attack each other.
One fist shattered the kitchen knife that was slashed in front of him.
Guqin released sound waves that overturned a team of more than a dozen people.
The visual impact was too strong. When Shen Xing was in a daze in the middle of the street, a shield fell from the sky and blocked her in front of her.
"Want to die? Don't stand there in a daze!"
Shen Xing looks like a weak and cute little white rabbit, and will only hide behind others when things happen. Before actually receiving the blessing of the illusion skills, his strength level was already beyond the limit, and he was able to kill decisively.
She could be alone, and she could keep everything in her mind, except that she couldn't move when she saw the props that could be exchanged for money.
Until a large number of people want to surrender to her.
"Don't come over here! I just want to get the props. I don't want to be the king of this illusion."
Intention: If your heart is not firm, you will not be able to stand firm.