Chapter 399: Misty Illusion (Part 2)

"Ye Chenfeng, in front of me is the misty illusion, one of the three forbidden places in Miaomiao Mountain. As long as you can pass the two illusion tests, no one will doubt your intentions."

"And if you can represent me Piaomiao Mountain, all the cultivation resources of Piaomiao Mountain can be used by you."

Xue Xianchi pointed to a cave in front of him that was full of mysterious and unknown aura, and said slowly: "However, the illusory realm is dangerous. If you fail the test, your soul, body and mind will suffer serious damage. Trauma is more likely to leave irreversible sequelae."

"Sect Master Xue Lao, I don't know how many illusion tests there are in this misty illusion?" Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and asked.

"The Misty Illusory Realm has a total of five levels of illusion space, but even I only dare to accept the test of the first four levels of illusion space, and dare not enter the last level." Xue Xianchi said.

"Why, this fifth illusion space is so dangerous?" Ye Chenfeng asked curiously, frowning slightly.

"Because this fifth-level illusion space is the foundation of the misty illusion, and it is also the source of the illusion. There is a mysterious misty stone carving in it. It is because of the stone carving that this misty illusion is created." Xue Xianchi said without concealment: "That is to say, the test of the fifth illusion space is not the soul of the past sect masters of Miaomiao Mountain, but the misty stone carving."

"Missive stone carving!"

Ye Chenfeng's heart moved, and he developed a strong interest in the misty stone carvings in the fifth space of the Misty Illusion.

"Ye Chenfeng, although your talent is amazing, I advise you not to think about challenging that misty stone carving. With the power of that misty stone carving, you can crush your soul in an instant and take your life, even if it is the fourth You can't even go to the fantasy space." Xue Xianchi looked at Ye Chenfeng's eyes, showing a hint of interest, and said solemnly.

"Don't worry, Sect Master Xue, I have my own measure." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said, "I don't know if I can break into this ethereal fantasy now."

"Okay." Xue Xianchi urged, "Be careful with everything, don't be brave."

"call!"

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, walked slowly towards the black cave, passed through a thin layer of restriction, and entered the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, a large number of illusions appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng's eyes, confusing his sight and sanity.

But with just one breath, God Devouring Brain devoured the phantom power that had eroded into his mind, regained his sobriety, and quickly walked towards the cave.

Walking and walking, the dark cave suddenly became like daytime, a white jade carved, lifelike, and the graceful stone sculpture appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng.

"Xue Yirao, the fourteenth generation suzerain of Misty Mountain, a master of the sixth-level anti-beast king, died 13,000 years ago, peerless elegance, a generation of arrogance..."

Seeing Bai Yu engraving the next line of small characters, Ye Chenfeng showed awe, bowed at her from a distance, and walked over slowly.

"Buzz!"

When walking to the stone statue of Xue Yirao, a powerful soul force surged out of the stone statue, like a rushing tide, slamming into Ye Chenfeng's soul, making his soul tremble.

The next moment, a large amount of soul fire appeared in Ye Chenfeng's mind, burning his soul, confusing his mind, and brought him into the blood and rain that happened tens of thousands of years ago in Misty Mountain. Test his heart.

"Om..."

At the moment when Ye Chenfeng lost himself, a powerful force erupted from the brain of God-devouring, which directly devoured the fire of the soul that had invaded his mind. While strengthening his soul, he pulled him back from the illusion space.

"It's so weird. With my tempered soul, I was lost in an instant. This ethereal fantasy is really not easy." Ye Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the sculpture of Xue Yirao whose soul power was rapidly fading, and muttered to himself road.

The Soul Devouring Brain instantly devoured the fire of the soul. Although Ye Chenfeng's soul had not undergone much tempering, his soul power had improved a lot, especially the two-headed blood dragon king, whose huge body began to grow again.

"Thank you senior!"

Ye Chenfeng, who had benefited greatly, bowed deeply to the Xue Yirao sculpture, easily passed through the first illusion space, and walked towards the second illusion space.

"Xue Tongyun, the tenth sect master of Piaomiao Mountain, half-step war beast emperor, died 26,000 years ago.

Ye Chenfeng quickly advanced for half a column of incense, and found a second statue of a tall and proud man standing in a water pool.

"Among the past sect masters of Piaomiao Mountain, there were also men."

Looking at the domineering and invincible stalwart sculpture in front of him, Ye Chenfeng also bowed and walked slowly in front of him to accept his test.

"Buzz!"

Standing in front of the Xuetongyun sculpture, Ye Chenfeng suddenly found that the air flow around him became rushing, and the overwhelming soul power poured into his soul, forming a large number of soul fires, burning the soul, and making him instantly lost.

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng found himself lying on a big soft bed, a man wearing a white tulle nightdress, his enchanting body was looming, his fair skin and slender legs were completely exposed to the air, showing a mature look. The charming woman is snuggling in her arms.

And this woman who exudes mature charm is not Yue Nishang, not Fu Youyue, not Ji Qingxue, nor Bai Xiya, but Xue Piaoling, who is not very close to him.

Because the nightgown on Xue Piaoling's body was too thin, with Ye Chenfeng's eyesight, he could see through her entire body, and with the tight skin, the fragrance emanating from her body made Ye Chenfeng's blood surge. Breathing becomes rapid.

At this moment, Xue Piaoling, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, with a delicate face and a tender look at Ye Chenfeng, the tulle dress on his body turned into pieces, revealing an almost perfect body without any flaws. Like a silky little snake, it wrapped around Ye Chenfeng.

In an instant, Ye Chenfeng completely lost himself, and there was a crack in the incomparably determined heart of cultivating the Tao.

Just when Ye Chenfeng was intoxicated with lust and lust, and could not extricate himself, the God-devouring brain became restless, forming a vortex of devouring in Ye Chenfeng's mind, frantically swallowing and burning his soul, losing his consciousness. fire.

The next moment, the charming picture in front of him was shattered, and the snow fluttered with resentment. He glanced at him weepingly, and disappeared like water ripples.

"My cultivating heart is broken."

With the help of God Devouring Brain, Ye Chenfeng, whose face was pale, finally regained consciousness, but when he recalled the scene just now, he still had lingering fears and fear.

Once the heart of cultivation is broken, it will cause immeasurable trauma to him, and it will shake the foundation of his cultivation.

"Is it because this ethereal fantasy is too powerful, or is it my fatal weakness." Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself.

"Hey, this ethereal fantasy is really more difficult than imagined."

Ye Chenfeng sighed softly, hovered under the Xue Tongyun sculpture, entered the state of emptiness, guarded his heart, and repaired the broken heart of cultivation little by little.

After about two days, after Ye Chenfeng's unremitting efforts, he finally repaired the broken heart of cultivation, he let out a long sigh of relief, stood up slowly, did not turn around and left, but headed towards the three-layer illusion space without hesitation. go.