"You're the only one left now. You're Hua Tiandu? The person that your junior brother had always believed that you would win the final victory?”
Sun Wukong stood up straight. His back was as straight as a pine and bamboo. His eyes, which were filled with fighting spirit, fell on the only standing disciple of the Tristar Cave, Hua Tiandu.
"That's right."
Hua Tiandu nodded slightly. After he nodded, he clenched his fists and warmed them up. He said indifferently,"I have the highest level of cultivation and the highest level of insight, as well as the strongest battle prowess, among Patriarch Subhuti's subordinates. I'm the strongest without a doubt. It's completely impossible for you to use me as a whetstone. After all, you're only a Return to Void Stage Dao Integration Stage cultivator, and you've already gone through dozens of battles. You're no match for me at all.”
Hua Tiandu's tone was very calm. What he said was the truth. Patriarch Subhuti, who was standing beside Wang Fan, nodded slightly.
Hua Tiandu's words were all true. He was indeed the strongest person in the Crescent Tristar Cave. Even though he had just been seriously injured by Wang Fan, he had already secretly used the immortal energy in his body to heal his injuries when Sun Wukong was fighting his junior brother.
Hua Tiandu's spirit and body were both at the immortal level, and so were his divine arts. In addition, he had completely recovered from his injuries. On the surface, the battle situation seemed to have shifted towards Hua Tiandu.
"Then do you know? My master, Daoist Wang Fanchen, once told me that on the path of the God of War, one must stand to the end. There is no way out. One can only advance bravely. If one retreats, they will die. There is no other path other than death.”
Hua Tiandu was the only enemy left. Sun Wukong locked his eyes on Hua Tiandu. He could feel a very strong and powerful aura from Hua Tiandu. This aura was conceited and confident. Although it was invisible, Sun Wukong could sense it.
"Looks like we can only fight."
After Hua Tiandu finished sighing, he waved his hands and made a strange gesture. An extremely powerful spiritual power instantly rushed out of his body and fiercely rushed toward Sun Wukong.
The spiritual energy was so huge that it could be considered to be at the immortal level. When this spiritual energy was unleashed, it constructed an illusion. In the instant that the illusion was constructed, Sun Wukong's consciousness was guided into it.
Flower Art!
This hypnotic hallucination technique was Hua Tiandu's technique. In the entire Tristar Crescent Abode, aside from Patriarch Subhuti who was unaffected, the other disciples had all been bewitched by this illusion.
The illusion of the Great Flower Art was filled with the seven emotions and six desires of a person. Countless illusory content of pleasure and enjoyment appeared within.
When Hua Tiandu saw that the environment had been successfully constructed and Sun Wukong's consciousness had entered it, a faint smile appeared on his face.""Damned monkey, you're dead meat. This is an illusion divine ability I created using immortal level mental energy.”
"You can slowly rot in the illusion.”
A faint smile appeared on Hua Tiandu's lips. With this smile, his spirit also entered the illusion, ready to watch Sun Wukong's spirit rot.
This immortal level flower art was an illusion, but it was also a killing art. Everything that happened in the illusion of this flower art would be reflected in reality.
For example, if one died of old age in the Flower Art, their body in the real world would also die of old age.
On Mount Innerheart, Hua Tiandu and Monkey closed their eyes. Their minds were already in the illusion.
His disciple, Sun Wukong, had fallen into an illusion. Wang Fan and Patriarch Bodhi, who had been watching the battle from the side, looked at each other at this time. They could see the meaning in each other's eyes. Their spiritual power also penetrated their bodies and entered the illusion.
After using the three skills of Saint Master Wang Fan, the amount of his mental power was extremely terrifying. There were almost as many Celestial Immortals. Patriarch Subhuti, on the other hand, had invested very little mental energy into the illusion formation. Although it was small, the quality was extremely high. Neither of them would be affected by this Human Immortal level flower art illusion divine art.
When the two of them poured their mental power into the illusion created by the hallucination god art, Patriarch Subhuti noticed the vast amount of Wang Fan's mental power. When he noticed this, Patriarch Subhuti was even more certain that Wang Fan was the incarnation of the Sacred Beast.
After all, other than the Sacred Beasts, which could suppress the four ends of the world, it was impossible for the avatars constructed by others to possess so much Immortal Soul Third Level magic power. The amount of magic power was comparable to that of a Heaven Immortal. It was extremely terrifying.
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