Chapter 462 Cage!

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"This is, Mind and Soul Arrest?!"

Mr. Wuliu looked terrified.

Nima.

Why does this kid even know the exclusive spirit and secret skills for controlling monsters in the monster clan?

The soul arrest is specifically aimed at the source of the soul, especially the phantom of the soul without a master like him, and it is full of restraint.

Mr. Wuliu hardly resisted, and in the midst of panic and disbelief, the two mental chains that suddenly protruded from Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness were pulled into Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness by the arresting officer.

one in.

Mr. Wuliu saw a little boy lying on his face and watching cartoons on a virtual screen. When he heard the movement, he looked up at Mr. Wuliu suspiciously, then timidly hid away, and continued to indulge In the plot of the cartoon.

"Zhong Ling..."

Seeing Zhong Ling's current state, Mr. Wuliu couldn't help shaking his head for a while, a thousand-year-old spirit body bought by cartoons is even more worthless than the handsome Yuanling outside.

Yuan Ling Lai Hao also got a handsome guy.

But the girl Zhong Ling only got a cartoon that only children like, how childish it is.

"However, Yang Fan's Sea of ​​Consciousness space is really too big, it's really endless!"

Mr. Wuliu flies and floats, living on a high place, raising his eyes to see Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, which is blue and endless, and with his current mental strength, he can't detect where the boundary of this sea of ​​consciousness is.

"Sure enough, I'm not afraid of being a pervert who can block the front door in one gulp. The scope of this sea of ​​consciousness space is not much worse than the old man's body!"

Mr. Wuliu sighed softly.

His body is the pinnacle of spiritual masters, and the sea of ​​consciousness space is only barely beyond the limit of 30,000 kilometers.

And what cultivation level is Yang Fan now?

It's just a level nine Psychiatrist!

Such a humble and superficial spiritual cultivation,

But with such a vast and vast sea of ​​spiritual knowledge, if it is not a monster, who the hell can be a monster?

and also.

The origin of Yang Fan's soul.

Mr. Wuliu didn't see the entity, let alone his specific location.

But the coercion and fear from the depths of the soul have given Mr. Wuliu a general understanding and judgment of the origin of Yang Fan's soul.

"At least it has reached the strength of a fifth-level spiritual master! Even if there is an increase effect of Daqianmen, it is enough to prove that Yang Fan's own soul source is already strong enough! At least, it has far surpassed his current ninth-level spiritual master. The original strength it should have."

Mr. Wuliu didn't bother to search everywhere for where Yang Fan's original center was.

It's useless.

He is very clear about how terrifying the spiritual masters with the ability to arrest souls are. In their spiritual consciousness, they are like gods. Unless his soul strength can far surpass Yang Fan, no one will Can resist the whipping of Yang Fan's prison chain.

If it was Mr. Wuliu's body, he might be able to suppress Yang Fan a bit, but now he is just a phantom, a phantom of the soul that has been left in the secret realm of martial arts for hundreds of years.

Without the support of the source of the body, it belongs to the rootless duckweed, which is basically enough to confront Yang Fan's current source of soul and spiritual will.

Therefore, he wisely chose to stay where he was, quietly waiting for Yang Fan's fate.

"Up to now, are you still not ready to explain what the final reward for this level is?"

Yang Fan's consciousness body condensed in front of Mr. Wuliu.

With a wave of his hand, a flat boat floated on the sea.

There is a table and chairs on the boat, and there are some cups of tea on the chairs.

Yang Fan bent his knees and sat down, then stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Mr. Wuliu, very polite.

Mr. Wuliu nodded slightly, his expression was no longer the panic and fear before, but a little more free and easy.

After sitting down opposite Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu reached out and touched the edge of the boat, as well as the tables, chairs, and teacups, and kept nodding his head.

"The degree of authenticity has actually reached 88%. Compared with ten minutes ago, there has been a qualitative leap! I have to say that Yang Fan's talent in the magic array is indeed the only one I have seen in the rest of my life!"

Mr. Wuliu sincerely praised it.

In his previous memory, he had never seen someone as monstrous as Yang Fan, learning the Heavenly Magic Formation was as easy as taking a sip of cold water casually.

Eighty-eight percent of the reality of the illusion, even if he performed it himself, it is almost at this level.

That is.

It took Yang Fan less than two hours to master and master the heaven-level illusion array that he had studied for hundreds of years, and the level of level was evenly matched.

This makes him, an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, how embarrassing.

Genius is such a thing.

Is it really so unreasonable?

In the past, Mr. Wuliu felt that he could be regarded as a genius, especially on the road of magic array master. There were few people in the entire original star who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He was definitely the kind of evildoer in the eyes of others.

But now.

Compared with a genius like Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu felt that his previous pride was so vulnerable, so shallow and ridiculous.

In front of a real genius, even a heaven-level phantom array is only an hour or two, and it is simply not comparable to it, is there any?

"The old man has won the award." Yang Fan smiled slightly and picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of the tea. Although it was blurred, it was still a little sweet in his mouth: "Actually, I also think that I seem to be very good. It's a genius."

Mr. Wuliu laughed dumbfoundedly.

Although Yang Fan's words are a bit shameless, it is undeniable that what he said is indeed true.

While speaking, Yang Fan's interest rose and his thoughts moved frequently.

Soon, beside the boat, there were some other scenery.

Isolated islands, beaches, trees, flowers, streams, birds, fish and insects...

As the scenery increases a little bit.

The scenery in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness is no longer an unchanging ocean, but there is a bit of life throbbing inside it, and it becomes more and more like a real ocean full of endless vitality.

This is his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, and how to arrange it only needs an idea in his heart.

But when Yang Fan injected the fantasy reality he had just learned into these specific environmental factors, everything became so real.

The beach is soft, the birds are singing, and the fish are jumping in the water.

Everything seems to be real.

Mr. Wuliu watched the changes in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness quietly, without saying anything.

False is true and false.

The ultimate goal and ultimate fantasy of fantasy reality is to turn all illusions into real reality.

However.

It is almost impossible to manifest all the scenes in this dream 100%.

Even if someone has cultivated the fantasy reality to the realm of the gods, at most, the reality of all the scenes is illusory to 90%, or about 99%.

No one can break through the last one percent and completely turn all illusions into reality.

but.

As an illusionist, who doesn't have any dreams?

Mr. Wuliu remembers that in the sea of ​​consciousness space of his body, there are actually arrangements similar to Yang Fan's.

When he has nothing to do, his body will hide in his own sea of ​​consciousness space to build his illusory world, hoping that one day he can become a god and sanctify, and manifest everything in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After playing for a while, Yang Fan withdrew his divine sense and looked up at Mr. Wuliu: "Why, Mr. Wuliu, isn't he going to tell this junior something?"

Mr. Wuliu shook his head and chuckled: "Didn't you already see that, the inheritance of the array map is just an excuse for the old man to perfunctory you."

"It's a pity, whether it's you or your cousin, they are alert and suspicious people, and they refuse to give this old man a chance. Otherwise, the old man may have occupied the spiritual consciousness of little friend Wang Zhe at this moment. The body broke through and came out."

finally.

Still admitted it.

The old man really didn't have any good intentions.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't senior the gatekeeper of this place? If you want to break through the gate, it's not just a matter of your own words. Why do you have to rely on other people's bodies?"

Mr. Wuliu raised his head and glanced at Yang Fan: "What you really want to ask is, why is such a phantom of the old man so frantic, insisting on getting out of this secret place, right?"

"Mister is wise." Yang Fan did not deny it.

He had indeed thought about it, a phantom of the soul is not a real person, why would Mao have such and such desires and selfishness?

Is this a refined thing?

"The old man has not become a spirit, and this place is a prison for the old man. There is no way for the soul body to leave this place on its own."

As if seeing through Yang Fan's thoughts, Mr. Wuliu said softly: "Don't be surprised, the old man has been here for more than 400 years, and he has already given birth to his own spiritual wisdom, completely getting rid of his real body. limitations of consciousness."

"Now, except that I don't have a real body of flesh and blood, my soul essence is no different from that of a real human being!"

"I don't want to stay in this cage forever without any time limit like this. I want to live a real life, and I want to live a better and more exciting life!"

"So, I need a chance, a chance to break through myself and break free from this cage! And you passers-by are undoubtedly the best tools to get out!"

Yang Fan nodded.

What Mr. Wuliu said is somewhat different from what Yang Fan thought before, but the result is the same, nothing more than wanting to use the dead body to resurrect the soul, or simply occupying the magpie's nest.

However, isn't the four hundred years he said a bit exaggerated? The federal government has only been established for more than one hundred and thirty years. Wouldn't four hundred years be nearly three hundred years earlier than the federal government?

What kind of ratio is the time velocity in this Martial Dao Secret Realm? The difference with the outside world seems to be quite large? !

Yang Fan had heard Mr. Wuliu mention it before, saying that his real body seems to be in the federation of the outside world. Although he did not directly identify his identity, it at least shows that his real body should not be very old, and definitely not. It surpassed that old birthday star Qu Hongde.

But this phantom of his soul has lived alone in it for more than four hundred years, and he has already born his own independent personality and began to pursue freedom.

Such a huge time difference is really too exaggerated for people to imagine.