Those who dare to come here to take advantage of the troubled waters are at least the ghost level. In the Jiutian Continent, there are only six people who have truly entered the dragon level. And almost all the top experts on the continent are ghost levels, but there is obviously a gap between ghost levels and ghost levels...

In an instant, the three hidden ghost-level masters fled at the same time. The remaining disciples on both sides were stunned and forgot to enter the illusion.

Acre and the Eighth God General just glanced at the remaining disciples indifferently, as if they had just taken action to repel a few ghost-level masters just now, just a flash of their fingers: "Hurry up and keep going."

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The soul illusion is the intersection of the soul world in the fifth dimension and the real world. It has both an illusion and a real side.

According to Lao Wang's understanding, this should be a derivative of the connection between high dimension and low latitude. It is not worth mentioning for high dimensions, but it is a valuable opportunity for low latitudes.

When Hei Wukai dragged him into the illusion vortex, Lao Wang kept holding his arm tightly, but this thing could not be understood by conventional physical common sense. The moment he entered the illusion vortex, Hei Wukai, who was holding a handle, disappeared directly. It was not just Hei Wukai. Lao Wang even felt that even his body perception had changed. At that time, he felt that he had entered a spiral passage. His body was sometimes stretched to the extreme, and sometimes he felt that he was decomposed into molecular powder. Only the spiritual consciousness always existed intact, experiencing the horror of the deformation of the body.

This situation lasted for about a minute or two, and then the stretched and deformed body suddenly returned to its position. Lao Wang rolled out several meters from the ground. He thought that his body had experienced almost decomposition in that strange space and would definitely have a severe pain, but unexpectedly, his body did not feel any pain at this time, but instead felt particularly refreshing and brisk.

Lao Hei obviously lost contact with him and did not see a second person around him. The so-called "dispersed teleportation" is not a technical problem that is difficult to understand. Everyone who enters here from the real world is a unique external energy body for this world, and balance is the basic law of any world. But if you "lose" the thing, you just stuff it there.

Lao Wang turned over and climbed up from the ground, looking around.

I saw that I was in a huge spore forest, with rich and fresh oxygen here, and the plants were particularly tall, with all kinds of strange shapes and colorful spore plants everywhere.

There are colorful giant mushrooms three or four meters high; there are strange "lotus sticks" with burrs that make people's hair stand up; there are narrow spores that are as blood-red as cockscombs, emitting a gentle red light; there are also light blue, round and bulging fungal spores on them, with fluff like dandelions on them.

This should be the morning in the illusion of souls. The sunlight above the head is not strong. The golden sunlight transmits down from the tops of these spore plants bit by bit. Lao Wang moves casually. Driven by the airflow, the whirling spores on the ground immediately fly, like flying cotton wool in the beams of light, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

Gugu, Gugu...

quack……

Occasionally, the cry of small animals sounded around, adding some vitality to this quiet spore forest.

What a nice place... quiet, beautiful, just like a fairy tale world, suitable for raising girls!

Lao Wang muttered in his heart, but now is obviously not the time to relax his vigilance. The teleportation is randomly scattered, and most people are also active in this illusion. It is safe to first grasp the surrounding trends.

He took out the oil lamp in his bag and rubbed it for a moment.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

Fifty ice bees flew out one by one, flew into the sky, and then quickly spread around.

After the lesson of the last time the soul power was out of control, Lao Wang did not deliberately control these ice bees. He simply relied on the soul connection of the insect god species, so that all the ice bees' vision could be promptly fed back to his eyes.

He sat cross-legged and observed carefully.

The field of vision rose rapidly. There was a large colorful spore forest around it, with a depth of about dozens of miles. The spore forests nearby were relatively low, mostly mushroom-shaped. On the left side, there were thick rhizomes several miles away, which were dozens of meters high and grew between more than ten meters away, neatly and orderly, like a fantastic forest.

At the end of this spore forest, there are also lots of green and cute fields dozens of miles away, which look like a huge tropical rainforest. Because the distance is too far, Lao Wang did not try to get the ice bees close. His first task now is to find a suitable place to settle down nearby and make some safe arrangements. Lao Wang did not intend to run around like those guys who seem to have headless flies and fight in passion. Compared to his meritorious deeds, he cares more about his life.

Fifty ice bees searched in various places and soon found a place that satisfies Lao Wang. It was a pile of red cockscomb spores, four or five meters high, not far from the right. The rhizomes under the "cockscomb" were extremely thick, and the type was particularly thick, even three or four meters in diameter, and they overlapped densely, which was very suitable for hollowing out to hide.

Now everyone has just landed, and the distance between them is scattered. Don’t worry about being hit immediately. It’s a good time to arrange disguise.

Lao Wang quickly approached there and found the thickest one of the stems. The shell of the stem was slightly hard, but the flesh inside was soft. Without much effort, a large piece of it had been hollowed out in the middle. Lao Wang stuffed the tent and set it apart, isolating the warm and humid breath in the stems. When he got in, he felt quite spacious.

He drilled out and covered the outer skin of the whole piece of peeled rhizome. From the outside, it looked completely uncharacteristic, as if it was intact.

Lao Wang nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and all kinds of messy tools were immediately taken into the oil lamp.

Pull the "rhizome door" open, drill in and close it again. There is no need to open the "window". The ice bee is its best eye. It just poked a few breathable holes around it. This hiding place is done.

He lay comfortably inside with his legs raised, looking at the ice bee's vision, searching for people with roses nearby, and feeling that he was simply stable.

The soul illusion is layered. It seemed to be a relationship between the upper and lower levels from the outside, but it was not. The so-called entry into the lower level will not automatically be opened until a certain opportunity is triggered.

Perhaps someone killed a monster on the first floor, or perhaps someone found the so-called opportunity and secret treasure that condensed this layer of illusion clouds. At that time, the entrances and exits of the second floor will appear randomly everywhere, and the first floor of illusion will gradually disappear because it consumes its own energy... And if you choose not to enter the next floor, you will fall out as the first floor disappears.

At this time, most of the top-ranked warriors in the illusion have begun to look for opportunities. This not only means the opening of the next level, but also means the treasures and various special opportunities. In the past, these things were only qualified to compete for by powerful people above the ghost level. People like them are not qualified to play soy sauce, but now they have become the absolute protagonists in the illusion. How can they not be excited?

As for the so-called rewards from the Nine Gods to Wang Feng, to be honest, the top group really doesn't care much. At most, they are thinking of grabbing grass and beating rabbits. If they encounter things, they will never come here to find them. Compared to the honor of killing Wang Feng, it is obvious that this unprecedented fifth-level illusion itself is more attractive to them. If anyone really gets a top-grade Horcrux or even a magical weapon, then even if Wang Feng's reward is ten or a hundred times, it is absolutely incomparable.

The ones who really targeted Wang Feng were some of the guys in the middle and lower levels. Most of them had decided in their hearts that they had no chance to compete for opportunities.

For these people, killing Wang Feng or snatching other opponents' soul cards is the most cost-effective main target for them.

Lao Wang said that gu is really gulf. Hiding is a science. Those who come here are monsters. Various reconnaissance methods cannot be prevented. Not only should you hide it well, but you should also reduce the soul power and breath and even the breath of life to freezing point. It is the unique skill of the insect god species - pretending to be dead!

Lao Wang began to meditate and cultivate his character. He could also see action movies through the Ice Bee, just treating it as a limited vacation, and soon there was a sound of fighting.

The advantages of the top powerhouses on both sides are revealed at this time. Others are here to play their lives, but they are here to hunt, and they are not ruthless in harvesting the soul cards. The bloody scene really makes Lao Wang frightened.

Grandma's, the evil barbaric society, this is so miserable!

A white light flashed in the night sky.

The space channel is different for everyone. The time inside and the outside world are immeasurable, and the difference is a slight mistake.
Chapter completed!