Chapter 17 Confrontation

It is not that Su Cheng is deliberately provoking Bibi Dong.

But there is no room for mediation in this matter. The mission must be abandoned, and Bibi Dong will definitely not agree, so there is naturally a contradiction.

Qian Renxue has already made a decision, and he, the initiator, has no reason to retreat.

As for being a fence-sitter and betting on both sides, he has never thought about it.

People who treat others as fools are really stupid.

These people in the Spirit Hall may have various personality defects and poor judgment, but their IQ is still online.

It is not easy to fill up Qian Renxue's favorability, and by the way, he also gave Qian Daoliu. He must be crazy to flatter Bibi Dong.

Even the 99-level great priest may be watching here at this moment.

And with this woman's personality, groveling may have the opposite effect.

However, he is calm and composed, and Bibi Dong standing opposite is obviously furious.

The right hand holding the scepter exerted more and more force, and the joints were slightly white.

"Very good, let's try it."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, and a faint purple light flashed in her eyes. The pressure from the top power came to her face, and then it continued.

At this time, the air in the hall seemed to have become a weapon in Bibi Dong's hand, solidifying around Su Cheng.

Under the pressure of the powerful force, his face turned pale at first, and then a touch of bright red.

However, the terrible thing is that except for him, this empty and huge conference hall was unscathed, and even the tea in the cup was calm.

It fully demonstrated what top-level power control is.

Before he could get used to this sense of oppression, the pressure receded like a tide in an instant.

In this back and forth, Su Cheng felt a moment of hypoxia in his brain.

After waking up, the surroundings became completely different.

There was no Pope's Palace, and there was no Bibi Dong in front of him.

He was the only one standing alone on a mountain road.

Su Cheng immediately realized that he was trapped in Bibi Dong's illusion, and laughed in his heart.

"Then come!"

In the worship hall, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo stood side by side.

However, unlike last time, there was a beautiful blonde girl beside Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue.

At this time, a light curtain unfolded in front of the three people, showing the scene in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace.

Su Cheng still underestimated this invincible angel Douluo in the sky. Not to mention observing in secret, he could even broadcast it live.

Of course, this was under the premise that Bibi Dong did not take the initiative to isolate him.

Obviously, there was some kind of tacit understanding between the few people.

"Grandpa, how is the teacher now?"

"You will know after you see it.

As Qian Daoliu finished speaking, another light curtain appeared, which was exactly the situation Su Cheng was in at the moment.

After the scene in front of him changed, Su Cheng suddenly felt that his body seemed to be several times heavier, and his soul power was also firmly suppressed, no different from ordinary people.

No, under the pressure of Bibi Dong, he was even worse than ordinary people.

The power of this descendant of the Rakshasa God can be seen.

But Su Cheng didn't take it seriously.

He had been an ordinary person for more than 20 years in his previous life, and he had been a loser for nearly 20 years in this life. He was too used to this feeling.

Looking at the mountain road in front of him, Su Cheng tentatively moved his body slightly.

With a step forward, the illusion suddenly changed.

The mountain road, which was originally normal, turned into an extremely narrow goat path in an instant, with cliffs on both sides, and you couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

It can be imagined that if He fell down accidentally. Even if he didn't really die, he would probably be lying on the ground trembling after leaving this illusion.

Bibi Dong did not intend to kill him, but she was obviously prepared to humiliate and suppress him.

Constructing this illusion was a little trick she learned from the Rakshasa Divine Test. It was naturally nothing to the strong, but for a soul master like Su Cheng who had insufficient cultivation and mental strength, this scene was absolutely the same as the real scene.

If an ordinary person stood here, even if he knew it was an illusion, he would not be fearless.

If the mind is a little confused, the footing will be unstable, and the result will be a step into the air if you are not careful.

However, Su Cheng was there looking around, looking at the surrounding scene, and seemed to be indifferent to the situation at the time.

Bibi Dong's face was slightly gloomy when she saw this.

In the illusion, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing Su Cheng's clothes.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to do it? "

Qian Renxue, who was watching in the worship hall, looked a little nervous.

At this moment, even she, the audience, felt a little weak in the knees when looking at this scene, not to mention Su Cheng, the person involved.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and refused.

"If I take action at this time, I will break the tacit understanding between your mother and me, which is not worth the loss. And don't underestimate your teacher, just look--"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, with a tone of doubt, "What is this kid doing? !"

In the illusion, on the cliff of thousands of feet, the mountain wind swept over, blowing up Su Cheng's clothes, and his black hair was also floating in the wind.

"It's really real." Su Cheng exclaimed softly.

He looked at the narrow path on the cliff where he was with a calm look in his eyes, and suddenly stepped forward.

Bibi Dong looked at Su Cheng, who was not afraid but dared to step forward, and her face changed, "I wonder how long you can hold on! ”

So, the road he walked on gradually became narrower, and the mountain wind became stronger and stronger, almost breaking his eardrums.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, that was the pressure of the Titled Douluo.

Su Cheng chuckled, didn't care, and continued to walk forward.

Later, he seemed to be walking on a narrow wall that was thousands of feet high. In addition to the howling of the wind, it was difficult to hear any other sound. On the contrary, the abyss under his feet became clearer and clearer.

The pressure was getting greater and greater, the road was getting narrower and narrower, and the wind was blowing harder and harder...

He walked faster and faster!

Finally-

"Ha...haha...it's useless to scare me, come up with something real, Your Holiness."

Looking at Bibi Dong who was close at hand, Su Cheng grinned.

At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed.

He was panting, his face was pale, and sweat rolled down like rain.

This was not because of fear, but tiredness.

Even though there were illusions just now, it couldn't shake his will in the slightest.

The boring sword swinging, day after day, year after year, made his mind as hard as a rock.

However, the pressure was real, and the gap in cultivation was there.

When he walked forward, it was like walking in wet cement. If he hadn't insisted on using medicinal baths and silver needles to strengthen his body over the years, he might not have reached this position.

Bibi Dong was no longer as calm as before.

She had already lost this invisible confrontation.

She was forced to take the initiative to solve the illusion she had set up.

Because if she didn't solve it, Su Cheng would hit her in the face.