Ning Fan was also speechless. How did those people know that he had been looking at the sky for two hours? Did they stay on the roadside for an hour? Aren't they bored...

Roar!

Those passers-by who laughed at Ning Fan suddenly turned into evil ghosts and rushed towards Ning Fan. The ground here also cracked, revealing the blazing magma hell below.

Only then did Ning Fan realize that he had not escaped the illusion at all, but was still in the illusion. His talent in helping Li break illusions was great, but his cultivation was not as good as that of the mysterious old monster, and he was not enough to escape the opponent's illusion!

"There are two ways to break the illusion. One is to rely on your cultivation, magical powers, and magic weapons to break free; the other is to have companions from the outside to help awaken you. If there are neither, then the illusion can become a more terrifying killing weapon than other magical powers.

…There is no doubt that this is a life-or-death test, and the old man didn’t lie to me about this…”

"My cultivation level is not enough to see through this technique, but in addition to the ability to break illusions, I also have the ability to support the rebound of illusions in the clan. In a sense, the rebound of illusions is more terrifying than seeing through illusions, especially for people like me.

If you are deeply trapped in the opponent's illusion, if you can find the weakness in the opponent's illusion, you may even have a chance to reverse it in one fell swoop..."

Ning Fan dodged to avoid the evil spirits that rushed towards him. While dodging, he looked around, his eyes flashing with green light. After a long time, his eyes suddenly turned to the abyss of hell in the cracks in the earth.

"Among this technique, the magma seems to be the most dangerous place, but if my prediction is correct, the weakest point of this technique is hidden right there..."

Ning Fan shook off the evil ghosts and jumped into the lava of hell.

The raging hell magma has an almost terrifying temperature. If you jump into it without defense, even the Immortal Emperor will shed his skin.

This magma was transformed into illusions, and ordinary defensive methods could not prevent its temperature. Ning Fan, who was deeply trapped in illusions, was not his true body at the moment, and could not use any defensive means, so he simply used his own illusions to defend against these magmas.

It's magma.

He understood the Taoist technique that he had rarely used so far, and at this moment, he used it!

As he jumped down, black energy continued to pour out of his body, covering him in it. That black color was the color of night, and it was the Taoist technique formed after the demonic black night Taoist phenomenon was completed!

Being deeply trapped in the opponent's illusion, it is naturally impossible for Ning Fan to directly replace the opponent's illusion world with his own darkness, but he can still do it if he wants to activate some of the power of the darkness illusion to resist the opponent's illusion damage.

Most of the magma approaching him was blocked by the black energy, but a handful of it still penetrated his illusion defense and splashed on his body.

It was hot, it was so painful that every time he was burned by the magma, Ning Fan felt that his mind was greatly drained, and he quickly became weak.

However, no matter how weak Ning Fan was, his expression was always calm. After jumping into the magma, he kept swimming downwards. This seemingly unfathomable hell was actually not deep! After passing through the initial hot magma, Ning Fan suddenly

I felt a chill all over my body, and I actually fell into a stone chamber. This stone chamber was built deep in the magma. The walls were painted with illusion runes, and a pair of horn crystals were floating in the air.

The horn crystal is where the power of this illusion lies, and it is also the weakest point of this art!

Ning Fan waved his sleeves and swaths of black energy swept towards the horn crystal, seeming to pollute the horn crystal.

But before the black energy could approach, arrays of light shot out from the crystal, turning into complex restrictions and sweeping away the black energy.

Ning Fan glanced at it and found that the stone chamber less than ten steps away was actually equipped with thousands of defensive formations, and these formations were interconnected. It was useless to break only one or two. The formations would soon be reborn.

Only by seeing through all the formations and breaking them all at once can you get close to the horn crystal.

Ning Fan carefully observed the restrictions here, and he had the feeling of being a mortal looking at the stars in the sky. He felt that it was far more complicated than expected, and he would even feel dizzy as long as he stared at it for a long time.

Don't stare for a long time, and you won't be able to find a way to break the formation in a short time.

Ning Fan suppressed the desire in his heart to escape from the illusion. He was not in a hurry anymore and simply sat down cross-legged in the stone room to slowly study the formation.

One day, two days, three days…

January, February, March…

As spring passed and autumn came, Ning Fan had been sitting in this stone room for hundreds of years. Suddenly one day, he suddenly stood up and shot out thousands of golden bolts like lightning in an instant. Amidst countless roars, they broke open directly.

This place is banned!

Then he raised his hand and used his illusion black energy to contaminate the horn crystal, and used the illusion rebound talent skill to directly control the illusion here!

For a moment, the old man in green who was making a vat in the temple suddenly looked surprised and fell into confusion, but he woke up after a moment.

As for Ning Fan, the scenery in his eyes changed and he came back to his senses.

He was still standing outside the temple, looking up at the sky.

On the roadside, someone pointed at him.

"This man is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, counting something..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the tomb of the Holy Mountain..."

Hundreds of years of meditating in stone chambers were only carried out in hallucinations. The outside world was actually still at the moment when he was under the illusion.

Just after hearing these somewhat similar words, Ning Fan suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart. Could it be that he hadn't escaped from the illusion yet? Could it be that the mountain collapsed again the next moment...

Fortunately, he really escaped this time, because a sound of praise came from inside the temple.

"Very good, you win, take your servant home. Unexpectedly, you not only escaped from my illusion, but also reflected the illusion on me, making me feel lost for a moment... You are good!"

Ning Fan let out a sigh of relief and walked into the temple. There were no Yin Towers in the temple, and this Nanyao Temple was just a small ruined temple.

Entering the courtyard, in the inner courtyard, an old man wearing a green leather jacket and a braided beard is sitting in the courtyard. There is a base in front of him. He is holding mud strips as thick as his arms and stacking them in circles to form a vat.

Then the base was rotated, and then he took the hemp silk dipped in muddy water and smoothed the surface of the mud jar little by little. He also occasionally took a wooden stick and put it on the mouth of the cylinder to make the mouth of the rotating mud cylinder smooth.

There are many mud jars for drying in the yard, and no rainwater has fallen into the temple.

Farther away, there was a small kiln built, which seemed to be used for burning vats. Outside the kiln, a young man wearing a horn mask was glazing some vats.

It was the person Ning Fan met when he signed up for the Blood Martial Arena.

"Why are you here? Could it be that you are following me!" The masked young man who seemed to be Xian Yuchun stood up in a hurry and looked at Ning Fan with sharp eyes.

It seemed that he was completely unaware of the confrontation between Ning Fan and the old man in green.

Ning Fan expected that he might meet Xian Yuchun here, so he was not too surprised. He took a deep look at Xian Yuchun but did not answer.

The old man in green clothes opened his mouth and said.

"Little friend Chun, hurry up and do your business. It's none of your business. He's here to find me! By the way, I would like to remind you that the deal between you and me is to burn two million tanks for me in my lifetime. There is still not enough time.

One hundred, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two, don’t allow me to be lazy!”

The old man in green had a straight face and glared at the masked young man.

The masked young man looked at the old man in green with deep fear, and then at Ning Fan. In the end, he didn't say anything and went back to glazing the clay vat.

The aura of the old man in green was very weak. On the surface, he looked like a street vendor. But as soon as the man's eyes focused on him, he immediately gave Ning Fan a sense of oppression like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

A second-level quasi-sage, even stronger than Taoist Musong, who is actually such a terrifying powerhouse!

"I know this person, why is he here?" Ning Fan asked using the word "wei" to remove the old man's pressure.

If he read it correctly, Xian Yuchun stayed here to glaze the clay vat, as if he was practicing some kind of special practice...it didn't seem like he had any malicious intent.

"You're here to take away the servants, not to inquire about information. It's not good to ask too many questions!" the old man frowned.

"If we don't get to the bottom of it, I won't worry about this person's safety." The implication behind his words was that he was worried that the old man might have scheming intentions.

This is also the worst case scenario. If this second-level quasi-sage old man deliberately plots against Xian Yuchun, Ning Fan will be unable to compete with him.

"You are thinking too much. You never do anything with a cow. If you want to kill someone, just kill him directly. If you want to harm someone, just kill him directly. No matter this kid, you, or that turtle servant of yours, they are all the same.

Same!"

After saying this, the old man impatiently pointed at a water tank in the corner of the courtyard, then went about making the water tank by himself, ignoring Ning Fan.

Wu Laoba is in that water tank.

Ning Fan took a closer look and saw that half of the tank was filled with water. There was a strange-looking big fish that looked like it weighed about ten kilograms and was quite fat. There was also a turtle the size of a sesame seed in the tank.

, the turtle's cute big eyes are clearly the appearance of Wu Lao Ba Wan Gu's real body shrunk countless times.

As for the strange fish, if you look closely, it seems to be an ancient extinct underworld whale. It is said to be a strange species that lives in the underworld, but it is kept as a pet by the old man, and its size seems to have shrunk countless times...

No, it’s not shrinking, it’s... big near and small far!

This tank of water seems to be close at hand, but in fact it is far away from Ning Fan, very far away... Ning Fan reaches out to touch, but no matter what, he cannot touch the water in the tank.

It's as if these two fish and one turtle are living in another world, another... reincarnation!

No wonder Wu Laoba couldn't escape, because Wu Laoba didn't understand reincarnation...

"You have a trace of reincarnation aura in your body. It's very weak, but it's really your understanding. Using this to fish out your servants, I guess you don't need my help." The old man said without raising his head.

"Well, this junior can do this on his own without the help of his seniors."

Fortunately, Ning Fan had just gained his own understanding of reincarnation, otherwise he would not have dared to go to Haikou to fish out Wu Laoba.

I just didn't expect...this old man was actually scolding him, haha, it makes my skin itch.

…

The world in a vat.

This is an underwater world with no edge in sight. Wu Laoba, who has the body of a turtle, is swimming in the water while cursing, and a yellow spring whale as huge as the starry sky is following behind him with sympathetic eyes.

This Yellow Spring Whale is not very intelligent. It cannot understand how such a cruel master could cruelly abuse such a cute little turtle.

The aura of this underworld whale is very powerful, almost comparable to that of some weak immortal emperors. Wu Laoba, who was imprisoned in the water tank, initially thought that the underworld whale was weak and could be bullied, and wanted to bully it, but unexpectedly he was subdued instantly. Fortunately, he thought that the underworld whale was weak and could be bullied.

Wu Laoba immediately surrendered, and the low-intelligence Huangquan Whale forgave Wu Laoba generously, agreed to Wu Laoba's request, and made a verbal bow to Wu Laoba.

"Second brother, are you listening to eldest brother?"

"Ho ho ho" I want to say to the underworld whale who is listening.
To be continued...