Anyone who sees himself suddenly turning into a pile of bones will definitely not accept that he will become like this while being frightened.

Of course, Wang Le will be no exception.

Even though he knew that this was an illusion and was not real, Wang Le couldn't accept it.

"I used to transform into Zhu Jiuyin, but now I have become a bunch of bones. God, is it interesting for me to play like this?" Wang Le couldn't help but curse in his heart with annoyance.

But in the illusion, even if you are unwilling to accept that you have become like this, you have no choice but to take one step at a time and then make plans.

Next, Wang Le did not return to his body, but flew to the edge of a small pit filled with blood nearby.

Following Wang Le, he saw a white flame the size of a baby's fist from the reflection of the blood in the pit.

"Uh! Is this my soul form?" Wang Le couldn't help but mutter in his heart in surprise.

Although this is an illusion and is not real, his body and soul exist in the illusion in this form, making Wang Le unable to help but recall his experience in the underground tomb of Genghis Khan.

At that time, Genghis Khan's servant Soul-Devouring should be the soul of a wolf demon.

Since practicing the supreme spiritual consciousness practice "Three Thousand Posa World", Wang Le has also realized that there is a close relationship between spiritual consciousness and spiritual soul.

Simply put, the stronger the spiritual consciousness, the stronger the soul will become.

Not to go too far, back to the topic, Wang Le didn't expect that his soul would show a ball of fire in the illusion.

He originally thought that his soul should have shown his physical appearance just like that soul-devouring.

In the underground tomb of Genghis Khan, Soul-Devouring was the image of a mini-shaped golden wolf.

"Why is it a ball of fire?" Wang Le thought to himself in confusion.

But soon, Wang Le threw away such confusion because there were too many doubts in such a strange illusion.

If you waste all your time on these things, it would be too much of a loss. It would be better to break through the illusion and return to the real world.

Then Wang Le's soul floated back to his current body. Well, that's right, it's the human-shaped bone without missing arms and legs.

After looking around, Wang Le stepped on the bones on the ground step by step, stepping deeper and shallower towards the blood-colored river in the distance.

When Wang Le came to the edge of the Blood River, he gradually adapted to his current body and lost all the discomforts he felt at the beginning.

Looking at the extremely wide and turbulent blood river in front of him, Wang Le couldn't help but think of the Yangtze River during the flood period, and the water was very fast.

The only difference between the two is that the former is not water flowing, but scarlet bloody water that smells like blood!

Where and where?

Standing on the bank of the Blood River, Wang Le couldn't help but sigh without any clues.

Looking around, except for him, Wang Le, a living creature, he did not see any other life.

There seems to be nothing else between heaven and earth except bones.

This means that Wang Le has the tenacious will that has been trained countless times in life and death. Otherwise, as long as a person with a weaker will be in this illusion of the air filled with the smell of death and despair, he would have been completely collapsed.

After a while, Wang Le forced himself to suppress negative emotions such as frustration and impatience, and kept himself as calm as possible.

After stably organizing his mental state, Wang Leqiang raised his spirits and then walked downstream along the flow of the Blood River without any rushing or slowing down.

As for flying in the air, Wang Le had already tried it but couldn't do it at all.

To be more precise, in this illusion like the hell of the forest, Wang Le has completely lost his magic power and completely lost his martial arts cultivation.

However, the only thing that made Wang Le feel lucky was that the physical power did not disappear with his magic power.

This also gave Wang Le a little more confidence to break through the illusion.

There is no day and night, nor the alternation of sun and moon and the changes of stars, the sky is always gray like a pool of stagnant water.

Being in such an illusion, Wang Le couldn't help but feel that time stopped.

But all the difficulties in front of him could not disturb Wang Le's mood.

I saw him stepping on the ground with piles of bones, and in order to avoid losing direction, he always walked forward along the Blood River.

After a while, when he crossed the ninth steep bone mountain made of white bones on the bank of the river, the fire soul located in Wang Le's skull suddenly shook, and then he lay on the ground without hesitation.

I saw two armies of white bones silently confronting each other on the vast plain at Baigu Mountain.

Wang Le, who was lying on the top of the mountain, looked at the members of the white bone army on the plain, each of which was the same as himself, with a ball of flames of different sizes and colors in his skull.

In addition, all the members of the White Bone Army were holding weapons in their hands.

However, the quality of weapons is uneven, made of white bones and made of metal weapons.

However, most of the weapons made of metal are damaged and incomplete.

Some people hold half a long sword, short gun, etc.

Although Wang Le's cultivation and magic power were all lost, his vision was still there.

That is these broken metal weapons. Although the glory is not present and there is no striking point, Wang Le can see that each item is not an ordinary product.

Especially in the army of white bones, the weapons held by the white bone warrior who invisibly exuded a powerful aura.

Although some of them were even more damaged, Wang Le could see that the bodies of these extremely incomplete weapons occasionally flashed with light, which all showed their extraordinaryness when intact.

For example, the only white bone warrior in one of the army wearing a broken helmet and rusty armor was like the sea, and the most powerful.

He was holding a broken knife with only one-third of the remaining one-third. The strong aura it emitted made Wang Le frightened when he hit him and didn't dare to take a second look.

"I'll just go, it's just a illusion. Is it necessary to be so realistic?"

Wang Le looked at the two large army of white bones on the plains, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

At the same time, Wang Le unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he finally saw a living creature.

Even if it exists like yourself in the form of human-shaped bones, it is always better than the space created by the illusion. Apart from yourself, there is no other living thing.

Next, Wang Le couldn't help but observe the flames in the skulls of these white bone warriors.
Chapter completed!