Ye Feng changed into a book, and soon, the magic of a puppet mirror was released.

A clear virtual image that can almost be messed up, and the equipment that is exactly the same as Ye Feng's also appeared in front of him ten meters, ten meters, this is the maximum limit that Ye Feng can do at present.

Slightly, cautiously, with the speed that is most convenient for reacting at any time, Ye Feng slowly wiped away towards the flying dragon's lair, and the virtual image, with the same action, under Ye Feng's control, slowly moved forward.

100 meters, 80 meters, 60 meters, 40 .........

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the wyvern is still playing with the green poisonous mist.

The fog seemed to be condensed into a clump, without a trace of drifting away, just like a rapidly frozen ice hail that formed a bright and regular ball, but the surface was a little fluffy and broken, but it can definitely be evaluated as the top toxin in "Bright".

Ye Feng endured the depression in his chest, and the closer he was, the stronger this painful feeling became.

Thirty meters, twenty meters!

When the distance reached twenty meters, Ye Feng stopped, he was now behind the flying dragon, and he could clearly see the strong back of the flying dragon's neck, the rough skin and the high bulging green tendons on it were all so subtle in front of him.

Ye Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried to calm himself down, and the Flower of Death happened to grow behind the flying dragon, which was only fifteen meters away from Ye Feng.

Ye Feng frowned, and finally, he manipulated the illusion to move forward first.

Fourteen meters, thirteen meters......... Eleven meters!

The direction of the illusion was not near the Flower of Death, but to the right, a direction that could be clearly seen as soon as the Wyvern turned its head.

Ye Feng also began to move forward slowly, and a feeling of relaxation suddenly came over.

It's a challenge that often feels amazing when you're really immersed in it.

Fourteen meters, thirteen meters......... Ten meters, nine meters.........

Seven meters!

Ye Feng had already moved to a position seven meters away from the Flower of Death! Suddenly, a slight crisp sound came from the soles of his feet, and Ye Feng's mood was suddenly ruined by this sound.

Jewel!

Damn gems! Ye Feng suddenly realized that he had stepped on a gem collected by a flying dragon! Gems, which are very precious in "Bright", have always been well collected by Ye Feng, but at this time, they hindered their actions.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and fought hard! It's just a hybrid hybrid dragon!

I didn't forget to bend down and pick up that gem, saving and careful planning have always been Ye Feng's good habits.

At this time, the wyvern had already twisted its body, and with a single sweep, it saw 'two' humble humans who were exactly the same.

Suddenly, the angry dragon's bloodiness erupted.

——— roar!

A burst of dragon breath mixed with poisonous mist suddenly hit the 'Ye Feng' on the right.

———miss！

The illusion shook in the dragon's breath, but after a while, after the dragon's breath disappeared, it still stood still. Note: Wyverns are hybrids, so while the Dragon's Breath is as powerful as it gets, it has a much smaller range than purebred Dragons.

——— roar!

Realizing that the flying dragon who had been fooled suddenly jumped like thunder, another dragon breath blew in the direction of Ye Feng.

However, this delay of a few seconds gave Ye Feng the best opportunity, and he ran wildly, his hands had already caressed the flower of death with black and white patterns, and the delicate petals were like the kiss of the sweetest lover, making Ye Feng feel extremely warm.

Death, even if it is death, is worth it.

Ye Feng hurriedly changed into a crimson staff, and a martyrdom of light shrouded himself as before.

"You've already started collecting, please be patient." Looking at the slow progress bar, Ye Feng, who then bent down to collect, watched the dragon's breath smash into him with a determined gaze.

-0！

The effect of the Martyrdom of Light was triggered at the right time, and the Wyvern was surprised to see a humble human unharmed by his own dragon breath.

95%，

Ye Feng's breath gradually became heavier as the progress bar progressed, was the collection successful, or was it a failure?

——— roar!

The flying dragon breathed again, and Ye Feng's illusion stood sluggishly in place because he no longer had the energy to control it.

——— pounce!

A heavy blow smashed on Ye Feng's body, and at the same time, the color of the progress bar began to turn into a bright yellow.

99%！

Ye Feng looked at his blood trough with less than 100 points left, and showed an indifferent smile.

It worked!

"You have collected the Flower of Death, you have +100 gathering experience!"

Looking at the pleasant system prompts, Ye Feng didn't care about watching it, so he stuffed the flower of death into his bag, and the subsequent actions were to drink medicine and run wildly.

"Floating Feather!"

Even with the help of the power of the Floating Feather, Ye Feng didn't think that he could outrun the flying flying dragon, but Ye Feng was gambling!

Wyvern's Lair, the foothills of the Black Mountains!

Dragons' greed, laziness, and miserliness mean that they will never leave their lair for too long, because there are certainly more treasures and treasures there.

Ye Feng is gambling, as long as he doesn't die before running out of the foothills of the Black Mountain, then there is a great possibility that the flying dragon will give up chasing this lowly microbes that have invaded his territory, after all, a powerful creature will not care if an ant accidentally steps on his toes.

While running, Ye Feng was doing other actions.

First, the mirror image of the puppet was withdrawn, and then, the next moment, a new virtual image appeared beside Ye Feng, which overlapped Ye Feng, and then separated to one side with a vivid movement.

In this way, even the player closest to Ye Feng would not be able to tell which one was true and which one was fake without attempting to attack.

Soon, the distance between the illusion and the main body increased to several meters, so that when the Wyvern used the Dragon's Breath to attack, it would have to be split into two attacks to attack both.

The cunning wyvern realized that the humans in front of him were playing tricks on him, and in anger, it squirted forward with another dragon's breath.

——— pounce!

Ye Feng relaxed slightly, what this guy was attacking was obviously an illusion, if it was attacking his own body, then this blow would inevitably take his life, the dragon breath of the flying dragon had a terrifying toxin, the continuous damage caused by this toxin was terrifying and terrifying, under the effect of that kind of injury, the physical strength potion he had just used did not even play a healing role at all!

But Ye Feng did not give up control because of this, but moved the illusion to one side more cautiously, trying to make the illusion that was the ontology.

———Wow!

The dragon's breath smashed on the side of the valley, splashing the gravel everywhere, looking at the rubble dancing around, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

I still don't calm enough, completely ignoring the possibility that the gravel may expose the illusion, when the scattered rubble hits the illusion without causing a trace of fluctuation, I am afraid that any intelligent creature will be able to find out which is true and which is false.

The flying dragon roared frantically and chased after the real Ye Feng body.

Ye Feng clenched the book, twenty meters, twenty meters away, and left the range of the foothills of the Black Mountain, damn flying dragon, don't you go back to protect the lair full of treasures you have?

Ten meters, eight meters, Ye Feng used all his strength to run wildly.

Finally, in the next second, Ye Feng's footsteps stepped into the original gray land, and the flying dragon also stopped, looking at Ye Feng with some hesitation.

Can't it follow? Ye Feng had a question.

Suddenly, the wyvern raised its head, and its ribcage gradually expanded, and its huge tail stretched forward, and its wings collapsed into bows.

Not good! As soon as Ye Feng saw the posture of the flying dragon, he realized that this was a precursor to the dragon's breath, and then he stepped forward to dodge.

——— ding!

Suddenly, a crisp sound came, and then Ye Feng's eyes went dark, and the piercing female voice spoke a clear language, and this language almost pronounced Ye Feng's death sentence!

"Your online time has come, you have been forced offline!"

"Hehe........." Ye Feng suddenly laughed, forced offline, in more than half a year after entering "Bright", it was the first time, at the moment when he was about to be attacked by the flying dragon, he was forced offline, I don't know what will be exploded, or, how much experience will be exploded?

Ye Feng sighed lightly, opened his eyes silently, and looked at the mottled ceiling through the top cover of the game warehouse, but at the same time, Ye Feng smiled slightly, 12 hours, God knows what kind of treasure the turtle egg will hatch when he plays again at night.