The fifth-level soul illusion is unprecedented in the history of Blade. There is no reference for reference, but this does not affect some intelligent people to guess some rules through the description of the low-level illusion.

In the dense forest, a figure moved. He stepped on the high treetops. His toes just slightly pointed, and his whole body rose up like a geese and rushed forward. Only a few ups and downs were already one or two miles away.

There is a detailed introduction to the third level of soul illusion in the file of the Zen Temple. Even the soul illusion that seems to be large must have boundaries. Finding its boundaries often means that you can find some clues about the opportunity of the illusion.

There is no map here, and it is impossible to judge distances by visual observation, but there is the stupidest and easiest way to run in one direction!

So from the moment he landed, Ye Dun had been flying towards the north. He had been flying in a uniform speed all day and in the middle of the night. He had already crossed a mountain range, crossed a swamp, a spore forest and a desert area, hundreds of miles. If calculated by the radius, this was ten times the range of the three-layer illusion described in the file!

Not far away is a vast white mist shrouded in the lush woods.

Ye Dun slowed down slightly and concentrated his energy, but at the moment he came into contact with the white fog, an inexplicable trance suddenly came, and he felt the scenery around him shook slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the fog had disappeared and settled in a loess hill.

There are sparse pine trees and rugged rocks around...

Ye Dun's pupils slightly closed, and he saw a shallow footprint on the yellow soil.

Put your footprints on them, fit them tightly, without any mistakes.

The doubts in his eyes disappeared, and Ye Dun knew it in his heart.

This is where he first entered the soul illusion realm. The footprint on the ground was when he was thrown out by the space passage.

This is a cycle, and that fog is the boundary of the illusion of this soul.

Ye Dun knew it.

The radius of this Soul Illusion Realm is about six or seven hundred square kilometers. The terrain is complex and it projects many environments and is quite layered. This also means that there may be more than one opportunity and secret treasure on this level.

The key to opportunity may lie in some kind of cycle, because not every soul's illusion boundary is a way for people to return to the starting point.

The useful information was quickly refined in his mind, and suddenly, his ears moved.

Someone...no!

Ye Dun raised his eyebrows slightly.

He saw the white mist that shouldn't have appeared in this loess hill.

It fell out of thin air, and the white mist suddenly enveloped the earth, enclosing the entire hill in a vast white area.

Is it that I have triggered some opportunity to penetrate the boundaries? Or is it that my guess is all wrong?

While he was wondering, a trace of dangerous aura emanated from the fog, allowing Ye Dun's spirit to concentrate in an instant.

Huhu...

He saw two gloomy balls, lit up like ghost fire in the mist not far away.

His pupils contracted slightly.

What?!

………

Midnight in the illusion.

It was like a time node stuck, and all the previous premonitions came true. There were large white fogs in the air, covering the entire spore forest. Even the ice bee's vision was completely blocked by the fog. The fog was thick and the vision was extremely poor, making people unable to see five meters away.

At this time, I have to be glad that my foresight was that. From the moment I felt the unusual night, the ice bees scattered around the spore forest had been directly recalled by Lao Wang, leaving only ten ice bees to fan-shaped monitoring around this nearby, not far apart. Otherwise, if fifty ice bees were trapped in this boundless fog at the same time, it would be difficult to recall it, because it would be difficult to distinguish the direction in this fog.

Bang ~

A ghost light like a ghost fire began to suddenly ignite in the fog. Unlike the faint light that Lao Wang found in the depths of some forests before, these ghost fires appeared blatantly, and...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang ~~

Then there are more! The dense fog seemed to be filled with this kind of thing suddenly, and it was not fixed, they were constantly moving.

Lao Wang directed an ice bee to approach the nearest light slightly. Although he was mentally prepared, what he saw still made him unable to help but have a cold war.

I saw that it was a mud pit buried in grass, and a glimmer of light penetrated into the mud pit. Soon, the soil loosened, as if there was a sudden hole below, and the sand covering it began to fall down.

Immediately afterwards, a bloodless dry bone palm suddenly stretched out from the mud pit!

It pulled the loose soil around it and pushed it hard.

Crazy...

The fluffy soil was lifted up, and a rotten corpse actually climbed up from it!

I saw that it was a hideous and terrifying half of his bloody face. It was vaguely identifiable that he was a practitioner from a war academy. His other half of his face had been corroded, as if it had been dissolved by strong sulfuric acid.

Not only his face, but also his body. His flesh and blood had been corroded by terrible toxins. Half of the skeleton was empty, and a glimmer of light flashed in the original heart position in his skeleton, as if it had become the core of consciousness that controls the corpse.

Although he was not flesh and blood and incomplete, he seemed to be very energetic. The only remaining rotten eye flashed with a strange evil light, looking around constantly. He seemed to have noticed the Ice Bee's spy, and his eyes flashing with evil light were slightly certain.

boom!

The broken body actually rushed up like a cannonball. The figure was so fast that it was no less than before his death. At this time, the big hand like a dry bone suddenly grabbed the ice bee.

The single ice bee was not as brave as the army of ice bee colonies. It flew up quickly in fright, quickly widening the distance from the "corpse". However, the corpse was not just physical attacks. His skeleton suddenly waved his hand, without soul power, but a black corpse air swept into the air with the stench.

The ice bee had to give up surveillance and increased its rise to the extreme. It finally avoided this fatal attack. When looking down in a terrifying manner from the sky, there was a white mist below. I could no longer see the detailed scene. I could only see more and more this kind of light shining in the fog. Some walked quickly on the ground, while others were flying in the air, like ghosts without entities...

The white fog seemed to appear suddenly to give birth to them. As these things became more and more in this world, the fog gradually dissipated a lot, but without the fog, the scene where the ice bee entered her eyes made Lao Wang gasp.

I saw that the spore forest had a range of dozens of square kilometers, and was filled with ghost light everywhere, filled with countless ghosts!

Some of them are the corpses of disciples of the War Academy or the Holy Clan, but more are still various kinds of rotten corpses, some are dressed as soldiers of the Fortress of the Fortress of the Nine Gods... There is no doubt that this illusion projected the scene near the Dragon City below. Although it was a peaceful era, there were still many border soldiers who died in battle here after two hundred years. Whether they were rotten into bones or left with half of the rotten corpses, they became part of their corpse tide army, possessed by those ghosts and crawled out from the ground!

Lao Wang was a little worried about Asiba and the others. These things are not afraid of death, and there is no one who can never die. They are already dead. The strong ones are at the level of the tiger top, which is very troublesome.

The fog had dispersed a lot, and Lao Wang dispersed the ice bee again, but he did not dare to get too close to the ground, for fear of being attacked by those guys who resurrected the souls. Instead, he hovered high in the air to observe the distribution of the ghosts below.

Lao Wang was actually here to join in the fun. According to the records of the Nine Heavens Anecdotes, when this thing appears on the second level, the first level will dissipate, and at that time, those who have not entered the second level will return to the real world. Lao Wang can only get through this level and go home happily, hold on to his life, and keep the face of Rose. He can date Dage when he goes back, which is very happy.

………

The thick fog has dissipated, leaving only a little light mist that has not dissipated on this land for a long time, but it is obvious that the real darkness has just arrived from this moment on.

Screams and battles kept coming from the entire land.

To be honest, those walking corpses and ghosts are not very powerful. The weak may only be the wolf level, and the strongest are the tiger level. Those who can enter here, whether they are practitioners of the War Academy or disciples of the Holy Temple, can handle one or two of them alone, but the problem is that these things can hardly be killed...

The walking corpses' feet are cut off, their hands can crawl, their heads are cut off, and they can chase you everywhere. Even if they are cut off, the faint light in their chest can fly back and turn into ghosts in the air.

The ghosts are even more difficult to deal with. Without entities, at least the martial artists have almost no choice but to escape when facing them. However, the Thunder Witch and the Exorcist came in handy at this time.

Exorcist's various exorcist arrays can have an effect on these ghosts, delaying their actions or directly laying out barriers that these ghosts cannot penetrate.

The Thunder Witch has become the main force against these ghosts. The fierce Thunder Witch is the only attack discovered that can produce a killing effect on these ghosts. The Thunder Witch is the mainstream of witchcraft on both sides. Speaking of which, the practitioners and disciples of the War Academy are not completely powerless to fight.

But sadly... most practitioners spend their energy on the "meaningless" day. At this time, many people are hiding in their carefully arranged disguises to rest. Many thunder witches with natural advantages have not even released the thunder method, and have been killed by these ghosts in their sleep, devoured their souls, and their bodies are resurrected by ghosts and become members of those walking dead...

Of course, there are also people who are not afraid at all.

In the woods, Chopin was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Around his body, there were more than a dozen miserable ghosts. They were constantly trying to get closer, hoping to get into his body and devour his soul like killing other practitioners. But after trying for a long time, none of them could get closer.

Chopin's soul power formed a cyclone airflow that was invisible to the naked eye, and all the ghosts that were approaching were bounced away fiercely.

The bald head sat quietly, waiting for the moment when the sun appeared on the horizon.

Tens of miles away from him, Maxwell was busy. The odor emitted from his body was so unwilling to get close to the ghosts, which attracted the walking zombies.

But for Maxwell, these difficult things that cannot be killed or cut into pieces have become his favorites. The green bugs instantly crawled over the bodies of the walking corpses, quickly corroding them and turning them into more green dots... Maxwell was so happy that if he wanted to collect corpses like this, he had to chase the enemy and run far away. But now, these things were delivered to the door automatically. Before the corpse liquid in front was melted, the walking corpse liquid behind was already rushing towards the extremely corrosive corpse liquid without fear of death, and then quickly melted into new corpse liquid...

"A little more, a little more! Hahaha!" Maxwell laughed excitedly, attracting more corpses with his voice. He was already covered with corpse fluid around him. He felt that he could not even collect it, but it was still increasing by itself.

He never worried that there were too many corpse ghosts that hatched. Even if there were ten or a hundred times more, it would be just a gift from God to him, so he would not have to worry about pretending at all.

Because corpse Gu needs to be cultivated and even more cruel competition, if 10,000 corpse Gu can give birth to a Gu general, then 100,000, millions can give birth to a Gu king!

Maxwell's eyes flashed with excitement. He no longer cared about the secret treasure of the soul illusion realm. For him, this was the biggest opportunity!

Fu Yu is also as happy as him.

Fu Yu does not love corpses, but loves ghosts alone. Compared with the living souls of humans, these ghosts with independent action have less vitality and less deliciousness, but they have more spirituality and a kind of power unique to the soul.

"Come on~~ Come to the baby..." She waved her hands at the ghosts flying in the air in a charming way, smiling like an innocent child. The dark tentacles around her were waiting greedily in the green summoning ripples, waiting for the prey she summoned.

Her belly is already round, but she can feed her priest tentacles more full...

...And in a desert further away, two guys in black cloaks had already come together.

The means of being able to easily locate and find each other in this vast first floor space are unimaginable and the most mysterious.

But what is even more unimaginable and more mysterious is the attitude of the ghosts and the walking dead toward them.

No ghost or zombie has ever attacked them. Let alone attack, when they walk past these two people, they even send some guidance signals intentionally or unintentionally, as if they regard these two people as their kind.

Just now, another ghost pointed the way, and the two of them slightly changed their direction, and then they saw a bunch of messy things on the ground, mostly like baggages.

The man in the black cloak reached out his hand slightly, and a thunder spear passed by, putting on the bags, and then instantly gathered them into his hands.

When I opened it, I found a lot of potions and a few soul cards.

"Four hundred and thirty-one, three hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred and eighty-two..." The black cloak curled his lips and threw the soul cards into his pocket. There were already more than twenty soul cards in the pocket. He said angrily: "It's another pile of garbage, so I'll just change some errands. It's better to do it myself... Haven't these ghosts killed a few more valuable ones? Oh, Senior Brother Momosang!"

"The strong won't die here." Another black cloak had a much taller figure than him, and his voice was cold: "Leave reggae, don't waste time on these things anymore. We have to find our junior brothers."

"No matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat!" Reggae had no awareness of being a 'cold' practitioner in the Dark Demon Island. He said more by himself than everyone else in the Dark Demon Island: "Speaking of this, Brother Momosang, aren't you thinking about the pair of alchemy puppets in Uncle Fan's store for a long time? Hehe, when you get enough money this time, I'll buy it for you!"
Chapter completed!