"Is this, Soul Detention?!"
Mr. Wu Liu looked horrified.
Damn it.
Why does this guy like Mao even know the exclusive soul secret skills of the demon clan to control the monster-like beasts
Divine Soul Detention specifically targets the origin of the Soul, especially an ownerless shadow of the Soul like him, which has full restraint capabilities.
Mr. Wuliu made almost no resistance, and in the midst of panic and disbelief, he was pulled into Yang Fan's consciousness space by two spiritual chains that suddenly appeared from Yang Fan's consciousness sea.
Once inside.
Mr. Wu Liu saw a little kid lying on his face watching cartoons on a virtual screen. Hearing the noise, the little kid looked up at Mr. Wu Liu in confusion, then timidly hid aside, and continued to indulge. In the plot of the cartoon.
"Zhong Ling..."
Seeing Zhong Ling's current state, Mr. Wu Liu couldn't help but shook his head. A thousand-year-old spirit that was bribed by cartoons was even more useless than the appearance-controlled Yuanling outside.
Yuan Ling Laihao also got a handsome boy.
But this girl Zhong Ling only got a cartoon that only children like, as childish as she wants.
"However, Yang Fan's sea of consciousness is really ridiculously large. It's really endless!"
Mr. Wuliu was floating, perched high up, looking up at Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, which was blue and boundless as far as the eye could see. With his current mental strength, he simply couldn't detect the boundary of this sea of consciousness.
"Sure enough, I'm not afraid of being a pervert who can silence the big front door. The scope of this sea of consciousness space is no less than that of my own body!"
Mr. Wu Liu sighed softly.
His body is at the pinnacle of a spiritual master, and his consciousness sea space barely exceeds the limit of 30,000 kilometers.
And what level of cultivation is Yang Fan now
It’s just a ninth level mentalist!
With such a low and shallow spiritual cultivation, he has such a vast and vast sea of spiritual consciousness. If he is not a monster, who the hell can be a monster
besides.
The origin of Yang Fan’s soul.
Mr. Wuliu did not see the entity, nor was he aware of his specific location.
But the pressure and fear coming from the depths of his soul had given Mr. Wu Liu a rough 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 the amplification effect of Daqianmen, it is enough to prove that Yang Fan's own soul source is strong enough! At least, it has far exceeded his current level nine spiritual master. The original strength it should have.”
Mr. Wu Liu didn't bother to search everywhere for where Yang Fan's origin center was.
It's of no use.
He knew very well how terrifying spiritual masters with the ability to restrain souls were. In their spiritual consciousness, they were god-like existences. Unless the strength of his soul could far surpass Yang Fan, no one could Can resist the beatings of Yang Fan's detention chains.
If Mr. Wuliu's true form came over, he might be able to suppress Yang Fan to a certain extent, but now he is just a shadow, a shadow of the soul that has been left in the secret realm of martial arts for hundreds of years.
Without the support of the body's origin, he is a rootless duckweed, which is simply not enough to compete with Yang Fan's current soul origin and spiritual will.
Therefore, he wisely chose to stay where he was and quietly wait for Yang Fan's fate.
"Now, aren't you ready to explain what the final reward of this level is?"
Yang Fan's consciousness appeared in front of Mr. Wu Liu.
With a wave of his hand, a small boat floated on the sea.
There is a table and chairs on the boat, and there are several cups of tea on the chairs.
Yang Fan bent his knees and sat down, then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation to Mr. Wu Liu, which was very polite.
Mr. Wuliu nodded slightly, his expression no longer as flustered and frightened as before, but more relaxed and relaxed.
After sitting down opposite Yang Fan, Mr. Wu Liu stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the boat, as well as the tables, chairs, and teacups, nodding and praising him.
"The degree of realism has actually reached 88%. Compared with ten minutes ago, there has been a qualitative leap! I have to say that little friend Yang Fan's talent in the illusion formation is indeed the only one I have seen in the rest of my life!"
Mr. Wuliu sincerely praised him.
In his previous memory, he had never seen anyone as evil as Yang Fan, who could learn the heaven-level magic formation and just take a sip of cold water.
The reality of the illusion is 88%. Even if he performed it himself, it would be almost at this level.
That is to say.
It only took Yang Fan less than two hours to master and master the heaven-level illusion formation that he had studied for hundreds of years, and his level was equally high.
This makes him, an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, extremely embarrassed.
Such a thing as genius.
Is it really that unreasonable
In the past, Mr. Wu Liu felt that he could be regarded as a genius, especially on the path of illusion master. There were few people in the entire Origin Star who could compare with him. He was definitely the kind of monster in the eyes of others.
But now.
Compared with a genius like Yang Fan, Mr. Wu Liu felt that his previous pride was so vulnerable, so shallow and ridiculous.
In front of a true genius, even a heaven-level illusion formation only lasts for an hour or two. It is simply incomparable, right
"Thank you, Mr. Yang." Yang Fan smiled slightly and picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea. Although it was virtualized, it was still a little sweet when he drank it in his mouth: "Actually, I also feel that I am pretty good. He’s a genius.”
Mr. Wu Liu laughed dumbly.
Although Yang Fan said this a bit shamelessly, it is undeniable that what he said is indeed the truth.
As he spoke, Yang Fan became more interested and his thoughts moved frequently.
Soon, there were some other scenery next to the boat.
Isolated islands, beaches, trees, flowers, streams, birds, fish and insects...
As the scenery increases a little bit.
The scenery in Yang Fan's Consciousness Sea is no longer an unchanging ocean of sea water. There is actually a bit of throbbing of life in it, and it has become more and more like a real ocean full of endless vitality.
This is his spiritual sea of consciousness, and all he needs to do is arrange it with an idea in his mind.
But when Yang Fan added the dream reality he had just learned into these specific environmental factors, everything became so real.
The beach is soft, birds are singing, and fish are jumping into the water.
Everything seems to be real.
Mr. Wu Liu quietly watched the changes in Yang Fan's sea of consciousness without saying anything else.
What is fake is true and what is true is also false.
The ultimate goal and ultimate fantasy of dream 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 fantasy reality to the realm of the gods, at most, the reality of all scenery will be illusory to 90%, or around 99%.
No one can break through the last one percent and completely turn all illusions into reality.
but.
As an illusion master, who doesn’t have some dreams
Mr. Wuliu remembered that there was actually a layout similar to Yang Fan's in the consciousness sea space of his body.
When he has nothing to do, his body will hide in the space of his own sea of consciousness to build his illusory world, hoping that one day, he can become a god and a saint, and manifest everything in the sea of consciousness.
After playing for a while, Yang Fan withdrew his spiritual thoughts and looked up at Mr. Wuliu: "What, Mr. Wuliu isn't ready to tell this junior something?"
Mr. Wuliu shook his head and chuckled: "Don't you already see it? The inheritance of the array diagram is just an excuse for me to deal with you."
"It's a pity that both you and your cousin are wary and suspicious people who refuse to give the old man a chance. Otherwise, I might have occupied little friend Wang Zhe's spiritual consciousness at this moment, and through his The body breaks through and comes out.”
finally.
Still admitted it.
This old man really didn't have any good intentions.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "Senior, isn't he the gatekeeper here? If you want to break through the gate, it's not a matter of your own words. Why do you have to use other people's bodies?"
Mr. Wuliu raised his head and glanced at Yang Fan: "What you really want to ask is why I am so fussy about such a shadow, insisting on getting out of this secret realm, right?"
"Sir, you are wise." Yang Fan did not deny it.
He had indeed thought about it. A phantom of a soul was not a real person. How could Mao have such desires and selfishness
Has he become a sperm? Is this it
"I have not become a spirit, and this place is like a prison to me. There is no way for my spirit body to leave this place on its own."
As if he had seen through Yang Fan's mind, Mr. Wu Liu said softly: "Don't be surprised. I have been here for more than four hundred years and have already given birth to my own spiritual intelligence, completely getting rid of my true body. limitations of consciousness.”
"Now, apart from the fact that I don't have a real body of flesh and blood, my soul essence is no different from a real human being!"
"I don't want to stay in this cage forever without any time limit. I want to live truly. 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 prison! And you breakers are undoubtedly the best escape tools!"
Yang Fan nodded.
Although there are some differences between what Mr. Wu Liu said and what Yang Fan thought before, the results are similar. They are just trying to resurrect the corpse, or simply occupy the magpie's nest.
However, isn't the four hundred years he said a bit exaggerated? The federal government has only been established for a little over a hundred and thirty years. Wouldn't four hundred years be nearly three hundred years earlier than the federal government
What is the ratio of the flow of time in this martial arts secret realm? The difference with the outside world seems to be quite large? !
Yang Fan had heard Mr. Wu Liu mention it before, saying that his true body seemed to be in the external federation. Although he did not directly identify his identity, it at least meant that his true body was not very old. It was definitely not More than that old birthday boy Qu Hongde.
But this ghost of his soul has survived alone here for more than four hundred years. It has given birth to its own independent personality and begun to pursue freedom.
Such a huge time difference is so exaggerated that people can’t even imagine it.
(End of chapter)