Chapter 461: Mr. Liu’s Desire to Survive

Mr. Wuliu's expression froze.

Turned down?

This is the inheritance of the heavenly magic formation, and it is the best shortcut to become a magic formation master!

If this array map had been placed in the outside world back then, I don't know how many people would have risked their lives and scratched their heads to see the whole picture of it.

But now.

This young man with a pretty face turned him down without even thinking about it?

Simultaneously and neatly, what the fuck actually looked disgusted, as if he was avoiding it, fearing that if he refused slowly, he would be caught in bad luck.

What is going on in this world, can he still meet some normal human beings with normal thinking?

Mr. Wuliu was very hurt.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he wanted to send the inheritance so actively and enthusiastically, but he was rejected by others!

Now, where should he go to reason?

Yang Fan grinned.

"Since my cousin doesn't want it, then just give it to me. Speaking of which, I haven't seen what the array looks like, so I just took this opportunity to open my eyes."

Yang Fan didn't dislike it at all.

Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, it's safe to put it in the bag, even if he can't use it himself, he can always find someone who can use it in the future.

Many people should like the inheritance of the heaven-level phantom formation.

As for whether Mr. Wuliu still has other people's thoughts or conspiracy, Yang Fan is not worried at all.

The left and right are just a phantom of the soul, but he wished that the old man would come to his door on his own initiative.

In other words, the spiritual will just now allowed him to add more than 6,000 points of spiritual power experience, not even 10,000 points, which is really pitifully small.

It's a pity that the old man felt that he was too quick and stingy, and now he was willing to release even a little bit of mental will, which was very disappointing.

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the corners of Mr. Wuliu's eyes twitched, and he politely refused: "Isn't this necessary? Young friend Yang Fan's illusion has reached perfection.

You can condense the array by yourself, there is really no need to..."

"I said, I just want to see it." Yang Fan interrupted Mr. Wuliu with a light smile, and said softly: "Since it is my customs clearance reward, the old man will not refuse my little request, right? "

The more the old man refused, the more curious Yang Fan became.

When it was said that it was going to be passed on to cousin Wang Zhe, the old man didn't have such a pushback attitude.

But now, when it was Yang Fan's turn, this girl began to push and procrastinate in every possible way, obviously reluctant.

If there is nothing tricky about it, who would believe it?

Could it be that this old man, like the stinky fart Yuan Ling on Cousin Wang Zhe's head, is also a good-looking man who likes to judge people by their appearance?

"this……"

Mr. Wuliu showed hesitation. The inheritance of the formation map is to establish a spiritual channel for each other, and his phantom needs to be stationed in the sea of ​​consciousness space of the recipient to personally deepen the inheritance of the formation diagram.

If it was Wang Zhe's little boy, Mr. Wuliu would naturally have no scruples. He is just a waste of mental power who has only drunk less than one-third of Daqianmen. The sea of ​​consciousness and the strength of the soul must be pitifully weak. He poses no threat.

But Yang Fan is not necessarily so.

This is a ruthless person who can drink a whole cup of Daqianmen in one gulp. His sea of ​​consciousness space has definitely exceeded 30,000 square kilometers. No one can accurately guess the strength of the soul and the size of the source of the soul.

If Yang Fan's soul origin is stronger than his soul phantom, if he sneaks in so rashly, it will be like a wolf in the mouth of a tiger, and it may be difficult to get out even if he thinks about it.

Mr. Wuliu didn't have the slightest confidence in Yang Fan's character.

"Oh! Why does the old man suddenly have a stomachache, or he drank too much spiritual tea just now, let me go and make it easier!"

Mr. Wuliu suddenly covered his head, trying to get away with an excuse.

Anyway, no matter what, he didn't dare to enter Yang Fan's Sea of ​​Consciousness space easily, it was too dangerous, and he hadn't lived enough yet.

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched, you are a phantom, not even an entity, where is the stomach, where is the pain?

"Old man, if your stomach hurts, wouldn't it be more plausible to cover your stomach?"

Mr. Wuliu quickly freed up a hand to put on his stomach, looked at Yang Fan sincerely, and thanked him aloud: "Thank you for reminding me, I am really old, and I can't keep up with my brain, hands and feet. Not only does my stomach hurt, but my head also starts to hurt, alas, it hurts me to death!"

"It really can't be done, the old man has to go to make things easier, two little friends, please go to your own devices and leave!"

As he spoke, Mr. Wuliu covered his head with one hand and his belly with the other, and trotted tremblingly, running ten thousand meters away in the blink of an eye.

That's right.

It is ten thousand meters away.

Just now, I could see a few simple scenes at the head at a glance, and the moment Mr. Wuliu started running, he began to expand infinitely outward.

Outside the gazebo, there are mountains, rivers and jungles, which are vast at a glance and can't see the edge.

The figure of Mr. Wuliu just jumped out of the gazebo and went straight into the nearby grove. When he reappeared, he was already on the top of the mountain thousands of miles away.

"Guilt of being a thief, this old man really has a conspiracy!"

Wang Zhe stared dumbfounded at Mr. Wuliu's escape speed, and sighed softly.

You can run so fast with a stomachache, how about cheating ghosts?

"Yeah, there must be no good intentions." Yang Fan nodded and agreed: "This old man is trying to fool us all the time just because he sees that our brothers are easy to bully."

What kind of array is that, it is definitely not a real customs clearance reward.

This black-hearted old man is destined to ignorant of their interests again.

"However, with me here, he can't escape!" Yang Fan smiled lightly, and said softly, "Cousin, let's see how I can bring him back!"

Wang Zhe was terrified, and quickly stopped him: "Don't! Cousin, you have to figure it out. Although the old man doesn't look like a good person, he is a king after all. The coercion of will just now is terrible. I'm not kidding!"

"Since he is guilty of being a thief and has already escaped secretly, let's stop trying to tease him, okay?"

Just that moment ago, Wang Zhe's little heart was so stimulated that Xuan didn't jump out, and then he was dragged back. What if the old man became angry and really wanted to fight them to the death?

Not worth it!

No matter how great the opportunity, no matter how many benefits, it is not as important as the lives of their cousins.

"Cousin, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Yang Fan cast Wang Zhe a calm look, "That guy is just a phantom of a king-level powerhouse left here, the spiritual power just now Pressure is nothing more than a fake tiger's prestige, it can't last long, and it doesn't pose any threat to us."

As he spoke, Yang Fan waved his hand, and the surrounding environment changed immediately.

The vast mountains and rivers and dense forests, the open sky and the warm and warm breeze and bright sun all collapsed and disappeared in this instant.

Everything seems to be back to the original point.

Gazebo, rockery, stone table, teapot, ancient pine, clear spring.

It was still the quaint mountain path, and Yang Fan, Wang Zhe and Mr. Wuliu were still sitting opposite each other.

Mr. Wuliu was stunned.

He glanced at Yang Fan timidly, and smiled awkwardly: "Look at it, I said that little friend Yang Fan's attainment in the field of illusion is already comparable to that of the old man, and it took only a short while to break the old man's illusion." It's really amazing."

If it is said that Yang Fan was a little behind him before, now, Mr. Wuliu has clearly felt that the gap between Yang Fan and him is rapidly narrowing. Now, it is not a little bit, but only a little bit behind .

Mr. Wuliu even suspected that if Yang Fan was given some more time, Yang Fan's phantom formation level would even surpass him, riding on his old senior's neck.

"Sure enough, he is a genius of heaven, I really can't accept it!"

Mr. Wuliu stretched out his thumbs to Yang Fan, praised him endlessly, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and never mentioned anything about neck, head and stomach pains.

"If that's the case, little friend Yang Fan doesn't need the inheritance of the old man's array. The specific rules and regulations will limit your genius thinking, and the old man can't be a stumbling block for you on the way of the illusion."

"Now preaching to you is not helping you, it is embarrassing you, it is harming you! This old man has a pure heart all his life, and he will never do such a dirty thing! Even if you beat this old man to death today, this old man will never I will not pass on the formation diagram to you again!"

Mr. Wuliu put on an awe-inspiring attitude, as if the old man was thinking of you.

In short.

Even if it is life and death, he is unwilling to enter Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness space, and he is unwilling to grant Yang Fan the inheritance of the array map.

"Is that true?" Yang Fan curled his lips and chuckled, "Are you unwilling to pass on my formation map, or are you afraid to enter my sea of ​​consciousness?"

The minimum requirement to drink a full cup of ninth-level spiritual tea is 30,000 kilometers of sea of ​​consciousness. Yang Fan believes that, as the owner of ninth-level spiritual tea, Mr. Wuliu should be more aware of the meaning of Daqianmen that he just sipped a whole cup of spiritual tea in one sip. wearing something.

Therefore, it is naturally not difficult to guess why this old gentleman would choose Wang Zhe, who is not gifted in spiritual power, and why he is unwilling to pass on the array to Yang Fan.

"The reason why you chose Cousin Wang Zhe as the object of inheritance, I'm afraid it's not An's good intentions?"

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Wuliu sternly: "Brother Wang Zhe's spiritual talent is limited, the sea of ​​knowledge space is not wide, and the origin of the soul is relatively weak. Whether it is swallowing control or parasitic seizure, it will be much more convenient and easy, isn't it? "

Mr. Wuliu's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice with an unhappy expression: "Little friend Yang Fan, you can't slander the old man's innocence for things that are unfounded!"

"I, Mr. Wuliu, have acted openly and aboveboard all my life, and I have never bothered to do those things that are smuggling and committing crimes!"

"What is devouring control, what is parasitic seizing, don't say that the old man doesn't understand, even if he really knows something, he will definitely not bother to do it!"

Righteousness and awe-inspiring words!

It seems that there are indeed a group of people who are aboveboard.

"Really?" Yang Fan curled his lips: "In that case, why don't you invite the old gentleman to the junior's sea of ​​knowledge?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan moved his mind, and two spiritual chains glowing with pale golden light flew directly from his forehead. Without any explanation, they directly entangled with Mr. Wuliu's soul phantom, dragging him into his own sea of ​​consciousness between lightning and flint. in space.