"This is, the soul detention?!"

Mr. Wuliu looked frightened.

Damn.

For Mao, this kid, can you even know the exclusive soul secret skills of controlling monsters in the demon clan?

The Soul Detention is specifically aimed at the origin of the Soul, especially the masterless phantom of the Soul like him, who is very restrained.

Mr. Wuliu had almost no resistance, and was pulled into Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness by two spiritual chains suddenly poked out from Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness in a terror and disbelief.

As soon as you enter.

Mr. Wuliu saw a little guy lying on his face and watching a cartoon on a virtual screen. When he heard the movement, he looked up at Mr. Wuliu in confusion, then hid timidly, and continued to indulge in the plot of the cartoon.

"Zhong Ling..."

Seeing Zhong Ling's current state, Mr. Wu Liu couldn't help but shake his head. A thousand-year-old spirit body bought by a cartoon was even less promising than the outside beauty-controlling spirit.

Yuan Ling Lai Hao also got a handsome guy.

But this girl Zhong Ling only got a cartoon that only children like, so it should be as naive as it should be.

"However, Yang Fan's space of consciousness is really a bit outrageous, it's really endless!"

Mr. Wuliu flew and lived high places. He looked up at Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness. It was blue and endless. With his current mental power, he could not find out where the boundaries of this sea of ​​consciousness space were.

"As a matter of course, I'm not afraid of being able to get rid of the pervert of Daqianmen. The scope of this sea of ​​consciousness space is no less than that of my husband's body!"

Mr. Wuliu sighed softly.

His original body is the peak of the spiritual master, and the space of the sea of ​​consciousness has only exceeded the limit of 30,000 kilometers.

And what is Yang Fan’s current cultivation level?

Just a level 9 of the spiritual mind master!

With such a low and shallow spiritual cultivation, but with such a vast and vast sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, if you are not a monster, who can still be a monster?

besides.

Yang Fan’s soul origin.

Mr. Wu Liu did not see the entity, nor did he notice his specific location.

However, the pressure and fear from the depths of the soul had already given Mr. Wu Liu a rough understanding and judgment of Yang Fan's soul.

"At least, it has reached the strength of a level 5 spiritual master! Even if there is the amplification effect of the Daqin Gate, it is enough to prove that Yang Fan's own soul origin is already strong enough! At least, it has far exceeded the original strength that his current level 9 spiritual master should have."

Mr. Wuliu did not bother to search everywhere for Yang Fan's origin center.

Nothing useful.

He knew very well how terrifying the spiritual mind masters who possessed the ability to detain the soul were. In their spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, they were god-like beings. Unless his soul strength could far surpass Yang Fan, no one could resist the thrust of Yang Fan's detainment chains.

If Mr. Wu Liu came here, he might be able to suppress Yang Fan a little bit, but now he is just a phantom, a phantom of soul that has been left in the secret realm of martial arts for hundreds of years.

Without the support of the origin of the body, it belongs to the rootless duckweed, which is enough to fight against Yang Fan’s current origin of the soul and spiritual will.

Therefore, he cleverly chose to stay where he was and quietly waited for Yang Fan's hair to fall.

"At present, you are not going to explain what the final reward of this level is?"

Yang Fan's consciousness appeared in front of Mr. Wuliu.

With a wave of his hand, a small boat was floating on the sea.

There is a square table and chair on the boat, and a few teas on the chair.

Yang Fan bent his knees and sat down, then reached out and made a gesture to Mr. Wuliu, which was very polite.

Mr. Wuliu nodded slightly, his expression no longer had the panic and fear he had before, but it was a little more free and easy as he had come.

After sitting down opposite Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu reached out and touched the edge of the boat, the touch of the table, chairs, and teacup, and kept nodding and applauding.

"The realism has actually reached 88%, and compared with ten minutes ago, it has another qualitative leap! I have to say that the talent of Mr. Yang Fan in the illusion array is indeed the only one I have seen in the rest of my life!"

Mr. Wuliu sincerely praised it.

In his previous memory, he had never seen anyone as terrifying as Yang Fan. He learned the heavenly level illusion array and took a sip of cold water casually.

The 88% illusion reality is real, even if he uses it himself, it is almost the same level.

That is to say.

It took Yang Fan less than two hours to master and master the heavenly level illusion array he had studied for hundreds of years, and his level was comparable, and he was in par.

How could this make him, the old man who has lived for hundreds of years, feel?

Genius.

Is it really so unreasonable?

In the past, Mr. Wu Liu thought he was also a genius, especially on the road to the Illusion Array Master, few people in the entire Origin Star could compete with him, and they were definitely the kind of monster in the eyes of others.

But now.

Compared with a genius like Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu felt that his previous pride was so vulnerable and so shallow and ridiculous.

In front of a real genius, even the heavenly illusion array is only one or two hours, and it is simply unparalleled. Is there any?

"The old man is too rewarded." Yang Fan smiled slightly and picked up the teacup on the table and drank a sip of tea. Although it was blurred, it was a little sweet when drinking it in his mouth: "Actually, I also think I seem to be very good, I am a genius."

Mr. Wuliu laughed in silence.

Although Yang Fan said this a bit shamelessly, it is undeniable that what he said is indeed the truth.

When talking, Yang Fan's interest arises and his thoughts are constantly moving.

Soon, there were some other scenery next to the boat.

Isolated islands, beaches, trees, flowers, streams, birds, fish and insects...

As the scenery increases a little bit.

The scenery in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness is no longer the unchanging sea. It adds a little bit of life to the throbbing, and becomes more and more like a truly vast ocean full of endless vitality.

This is his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and only a thought in his heart is needed.

However, when Yang Fan injected the dream reality he had just learned into these specific environmental factors, everything became so real.

The beach is soft, birds sing and fish leaps into the water.

Everything seems to be true.

Mr. Wuliu quietly watched the changes in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, without saying much.

What is true is true and false.

The ultimate purpose and ultimate fantasy of dream reality are actually to turn all illusions into real reality.

However.

It is almost impossible to manifest all the dream scenes 100%.

Even if someone cultivates dream reality to the realm of God-Transporting God, at most, the realism of all scenery is illusory to about 90%, or about 99%.

No one can break through the last one percent and completely turn all illusions into reality.

but.

As a illusion array master, who doesn’t have any dreams?

Mr. Wuliu remembers that in his original body, there are actually arrangements similar to Yang Fan.

When he is idle, his body will hide in his own space of consciousness to build his illusory world, so that one day he can become a god and become a sage, and manifest everything in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After playing for a while, Yang Fan took back his divine thoughts and looked up at Mr. Wuliu: "Why, Mr. Wuliu isn't going to tell me something?"

Mr. Wuliu shook his head and chuckled: "Didn't you already see it? The inheritance of the formation map is just an excuse for me to perfunctorily treat you."

"It's a pity that both you and your cousin are alert and suspicious people, and they are unwilling to give me some chance. Otherwise, I might have occupied Wang Zhe's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness at this moment and broke through the barrier through his body."

finally.

Still admit it.

This old man really has no good intentions.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you the guardian of the gate here? If you want to break the gate, it's not just your own words. Why do you have to rely on other people's bodies?"

Mr. Wuliu looked up at Yang Fan and glanced at him: "What you really want to ask is why I have to do such a phantom, and I have to think about going out of this secret realm, right?"

"Sir, wise." Yang Fan did not deny it.

He did think so. A phantom of soul is not a real person. Mao would have all kinds of desires and selfishness?

Is this a genital?

"I have not become a spirit, and this place is just a prison for me. The soul body has no way to leave this place independently."

As if seeing through what Yang Fan was thinking, Mr. Wuliu said indifferently: "Don't think it's strange. I have been here for more than 400 years and have already given birth to my own spiritual intelligence and completely freed from the consciousness limitations of my true body."

"Now, except for my true body without flesh and blood, my soul is no different from a true human being!"

"I don't want to stay in this cage forever without any time limit like this. I want to live truly, I want to live better and more exciting!"

"So, I need an opportunity, an opportunity to break through myself and break free from this cage! And you level-breakers are undoubtedly the best tools to escape!"

Yang Fan nodded.

Although what Mr. Wu Liu said was somewhat different from what Yang Fan thought before, the result was similar. It was nothing more than trying to revive the soul by borrowing a corpse or simply occupying the magpie's nest.

However, isn’t the four hundred years he said a bit exaggerated? The federal government has only been established for more than 130 years. Isn’t four hundred years earlier than the federal government?

What is the ratio of the time flow rate in this martial arts secret realm? It seems to be quite different from the outside world?!

Yang Fan had heard Mr. Wuliu mention it before, saying that his true body seemed to be in the outside world's federation. Although he did not directly indicate his identity, it at least showed that his true body should not be old and would definitely not surpass the old birthday star Qu Hongde.

But this phantom of his soul has been alive here for more than four hundred years, and his independent personality has been born and he has begun to pursue freedom.
Chapter completed!