I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

Those whose names were read all looked desperate.

"I don't want to be with this killer."

"I want to be quiet!"

"Don't you think that you are getting farther and farther away from the inner disciples of the Shinto sect?"

Those whose names were not pronounced finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"saved!"

"Yeah, let's just wait and see the good show!"

"Haha! These people are miserable!"

They imagined it in their minds, and couldn't help but want to laugh at the tragic scene after these people entered.

Bai Lin and the others entered the Tower of Illusion.

The moment after entering, Bai Lin felt a chill down his back, it was that kind of inexplicable feeling.

Immediately, different pictures appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The so-called illusion is to create an illusion according to one's own heart, and the illusion produced will also change depending on the number of fundamental layers.

But they all go straight to the heart, looking for the weakest point, which is also the most terrifying part of the Tower of Illusion.

Many people are unable to face their most vulnerable side.

So few people can persevere. This is also a change of direction to persist in a person's inner strength. The inner strength is also what proves a person's talent.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to bear the psychological impact brought by the powerful realm.

Otherwise, it is easy to go crazy, and the strength of a person's heart is also a factor that limits a person's realm.

And after Bai Lin entered the Tower of Illusion, he saw countless beauties rushing towards him.

And they are all modern, that is, all kinds of beauties in China.

There are nurses, there are police officers, and all types of beauties.

He rushed towards Bai Lin.

"this……"

Suddenly, Bai Lin couldn't control his hands.

But I told myself in my heart that all this was an illusion.

But Bai Lin still couldn't help but look and admire.

Soon Bai Lin fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

"So lovely!"

"What a beauty!"

"This leg, absolutely!"

As everyone knows, while being appreciated by others, other people have successfully broken through the illusion and lead to the entrance to the next floor.

He saw that Bai Lin was already standing there, and a bright red liquid was already dripping from his nose.

"this……"

"He hasn't come out of the illusion yet?"

"Then this kid's ability to control is not good!"

"It's all right now, this kid will be trapped in the first floor forever, so he can't disturb us to pass the level!"

"This is really great news!"

"But what exactly is this kid's illusion, why is there a nosebleed?"

"Could it be..."

Everyone tacitly knew what Lin was facing now, and they were all laughing in their hearts.

Color word head with a knife.

"Just enjoy yourself here, let's go first!"

"Maybe this kid might become the first martial artist who didn't even pass the first floor."

"If this continues, we may be able to break the worst record."

"Then there is a joke to read. Didn't this kid just think he was very powerful? Are you deflated now?"

The elders of the Shinto Sect can see the situation inside through the windows in the tower.

The elder of the Shinto Sect couldn't help Zou Mei: "It shouldn't be, this kid is so strong, why is he trapped in the illusion?"

"Is he going to be eliminated?"

"It shouldn't be!"

The elders of the Shinto Sect were thinking that such a strong man could easily defeat a hundred people's siege in seconds.

It's impossible not to pass the first level, right?

But it's acceptable, even if Bai Lin is eliminated, the elders of the Shinto Sect still have a way to get Bai Lin into the inner sect, it's just a matter of one sentence.

Or it's perfectly fine for Bai Lin to claim the name of the outer sect and enjoy the resources of the inner sect.

In fact, they were all wrong!

Bai Lin has a system in his body, which is immune to any illusion.

As for the reason why Bai Lin hasn't come out yet, it's also very simple, it's nothing more than wanting to enjoy it for a while.

Soon the time for a stick of incense will come.

There was only Bai Lin left on the first floor.

A disciple of the Shinto Sect, with a special device, can avoid the illusion in the tower, and directly take Bai Lin out, so that he can contact the illusion in his mind.

Otherwise, you will be trapped in it forever, and you don't even know how you died.

So I want to take the white phosphorous out and release the illusion.

"Ding, the time for a stick of incense is coming soon!"

When the system is critical, remind Bai Lin.

"Yeah?"

"So fast?"

"Sure enough, happy time always goes by so fast!"

Suddenly, Bai Lin opened his eyes abruptly, turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"He actually broke free from the illusion?"

"Yes, yes, in this case, there is hope."

Several elders of the Shinto sect kept paying attention to Bai Lin's movements outside.

An elder shook his head and said, "Even if we can break free from the illusion on the first floor, I'm afraid we will be trapped in the second floor."

"Maybe there is a miracle?" Another elder of the Shinto sect said.

On the second floor of the Tower of Illusion, everyone continued to sit cross-legged in the middle, closed their eyes, and concentrated, but Bai Lin saw scenes on the earth, and suddenly Bai Lin's momentum was fully opened, and the air flow swept away like an explosion.

In an instant, Bai Lin broke the illusion and stood aside to watch.

As long as your willpower is strong enough, the illusion will be broken in minutes. Persisting for a stick of incense is only suitable for monks who cannot break the illusion.

"He was broken by the illusion?" Zou Mei, a disciple of the Shinto School.

As long as you sit in the middle of this tower of illusion, you will definitely have hallucinations. As long as your willpower is strong enough, the illusion will automatically send a message after a stick of incense, and in just a few seconds, Bai Lin can break the illusion with willpower. What kind of willpower?

"What does he want to do?" The monk outside saw the smirk on the corner of Bai Lin's mouth, and knew that something was wrong.

Of course, there are rules in the Tower of Illusion, he cannot attack other monks, otherwise he will be eliminated.

Bai Lin is not stupid, of course he will not attack the other party.

However, everyone has a bad feeling.

"It's time to come."

There was an expression on someone's face that had already been seen through.

Bai Lin walked into the corner on his own, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Everyone knew that Bai Lin was about to start his own performance.

"Huh? How can I do it?"

"Why don't you sing a song to relieve the anger of the awkward silence."

Thinking of this, the corner of Bai Lin's mouth twitched.

When it comes to singing, Bai Lin is really not afraid of anyone, isn't it just out of tune, singing is over!

"The boundless sky is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills. What kind of rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of singing can be the most joyful..."

Bai Lin showed a proud singing talent.

"Fuck!"

"What's this?"

"He's singing?"

"People want money for singing, but he wants to sing for life."

Bai Lin used his hoarse voice, accompanied by tunes with incomplete tone, and his voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, which frightened all the monks to tremble.

"Puff!"

The cultivator in the illusion was distracted for a moment, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spewed out.

It's really because Bai Lin sang too "nicely"

And it sounds damn good.

Many people couldn't stand it on the spot. They saw a monk who was directly eroded by the illusion, vomited blood, fell into a coma, and was carried out by the disciples of the Shinto School.

Tens of seconds later, several people in succession couldn't bear Bai Lin's erosion of their ears, couldn't get their attention at all, and vomited blood one after another.

Declare this failure.

So what should come, still came.

Even the crowd watching outside expressed that it was too fucking ugly.

It can be heard better than howling wolves, at least the howling of wolves has a tune, but Bai Lin doesn't have it at all.

Moreover, the voice fluctuated from high to low, and made a strange sound from time to time.

The few people who were frightened fainted on the spot.

Except for Bai Lin, the remaining forty-nine people were eliminated by Bai Lin's singing, and ten people were directly eliminated.

The remaining thirty-nine people barely broke through the illusion, but facing Bai Lin's continuous sonic attack, they all covered their ears one after another, feeling like they were dying of a headache.

The elder of the Shinto sect also twitched his mouth.

"Talent!"

"It's so ugly, is it still a talent?"

"Isn't it? How many people in the world can sing such an ugly song?"

"The most cutting-edge is talent, and this kind of extreme is also talent."

"Okay, the old man has something else to do, let's go first!"

Bai Lin even sang away an elder of the Shinto sect.

We can see its power.

After finishing the song, Bai Lin felt that he was not satisfied, and began to sing again: "You smell of her perfume, it's my nose's fault, I shouldn't have smelled her beauty, wipe everything off and sleep with you."

Hearing the last few words, when she was sleeping with you, Bai Lin gently stroked her waist.

Many people vomited in disgust.

"What the hell is this?"