To be honest, I don't have a clue how to find the survivor Di Zi'an in this world, but I looked at the inky black river beside me, and the rancid stench and malice emitted from it were not something that mortals could bear anyway.

Even if you go down the river to find the source, it is estimated that there will be no human village, and it is estimated that it is more likely to encounter a gathering place for demons.

At this time, I don't know what time it is, and I can't tell whether it's dusk or after dawn. Because the whole sky was gloomy and gray, there was no sun, the heavy clouds were tightly gathered, the temperature was unusually cold, and there was a sense of gloom.

Di Zi'an walked aimlessly away from the river all the way east, stopping on a high slope to look out, and in the distance there appeared a continuous mountain range, and there might be a people's village at the foot of the mountain?

A black giant bird with dozens of eyes and a human hand stretched out from its ribs turned into an ice sculpture in the process of patrolling, smashed on the surface of the ground and turned into a piece of ice slag.

Di Zi'an held the skull in his hand that looked like a deep blue crystal, and the skull was glowing with lake-green fire in his eyes.

Dizian walked on the earth, the sky seemed to echo him, as Dizi'an moved, thick clouds covered him, a little crystal snowflakes fell around him, at first just a little crystal falling, slowly swan-like snowflakes whistling one after another. With a bone-chilling coolness, it stained the land around Di Zi'an with a layer of silver frost.

If someone has a wide enough vision to look at this field from top to bottom, they can find that only this small human being is surrounded by snow, and only the earth around Di Zi'an is stained with silver frost, and when Di Zi'an passes by, the ground deposits a thin layer of snow and mysteriously disappears, and there is no sign of melting.

It's as illusory as a dream on the earth.

"How do the people of this world survive?" Dizi'an sighed, he hadn't been gone long and had already encountered dozens of attacks.

There are huge worms that come out of the ground, and there are grass demons that inhabit the road like bushes, like the big bird before, which is completely in line with the three views of human beings, at most it has more eyes and human hands.

Yes, these strange species basically have some kind of human characteristics, which makes Di Zi'an look stomach upside down, and at first he was attacked by the giant worm Di Zi An was in a hurry for a while, but soon found that the Miro spell was really useful.

By releasing the illusion in the heart and encompassing the world around the body, it is equivalent to a silent enchantment protecting the body, and all demons as long as they want to attack Di Zi'an, they will be unconsciously pulled into the illusion at the moment of approaching.

Of course, maintaining this illusion is quite dependent on the consumption of fire, but it is not impossible to replenish. Those demons who died in the illusion, their spirits were devoured by the illusion and became the nutrients of the illusion, not only to maintain the generation of the illusion, but more importantly, to nourish the illusion and strengthen the illusion.

It can even be said that if it weren't for the outrageous number of demons in this world who came to trouble Di Zi'an one after another, then Di Zi'an would have no strength to support such an illusion all the time.

And with the spirituality of these demons, the illusion that could only envelop the body within a range of three meters slowly expanded to ten meters.

There is even a tendency to spread around, the expanding snow clouds in the sky are the most obvious signs, and the dark blue skull in Di Zi'an's hand, the ghost light in the eye sockets also slowly has a sense of agility.

Looking from afar, I can already see the shadow of a village at the foot of the mountain in the distance, hoping that there will be a living person.

Along the way, Di Zi'an has lost hope for his mission, these demons are not very powerful, but all kinds of strange methods are unguardable, such as the worm at the beginning can send out a sonic attack through the human face in the abdomen, which really caught Di Zi'an off guard for a while.

There is also a scorpion-like demon, the tail needle can spit out black mist, and the speed of the giant bird before is also very fast, if it weren't for the fact that these demons were basically pulled into the illusion, Di Zi'an couldn't guarantee that he would be able to walk here without injury.

Ordinary people in this world have to face these things every day, it's really too cruel, and this kind of living environment can't blame the people of that village for turning themselves into demons.

If you don't turn yourself into a demon, you probably can only become food for other demons. What does Di Zi An Kai understand why Yin Spiritual Cultivation wants to extinguish the fire of this world, such a world is fundamentally wrong!

Di Zi'an thought, and suddenly heard a terrible hiss,

"Phew!"

A bit like the sound of a horse, Dizian frowned and ran to the place where the sound came from, and then he saw it, a pig-like creature.

However, unlike pigs, their backs are much wider than those of normal pigs, and they keep making a terrible cry at this time.

A pig-shaped demon? Di Zi'an pondered, no, this pig didn't give him the feeling of a demon, and even Di Zi'an observed it for a long time, but he didn't see any signs of people on its body.

And at this time, the pig looked like it was about to be in trouble, roaring on the ground, Di Zi'an found that its right hind limb had been bitten by something early in the morning, and it was dripping with blood, well, red blood, is it really a normal pig?

In the moment when Di Zi'an was thinking, a black mist came not far away, and it was not until he got close that Di Zi'an noticed the black fog, and Di Zi'an's face became solemn.

It's a big dick. The skull in his hand was filled with ghostly light, and the first layer of illusion was released,

Winter.

And the black fog seemed to be able to isolate the perception and shield the line of sight, even if it was not far from Di Zi'an, Di Zi'an couldn't see what creatures lurked in it, so Di Zi'an moved with peace of mind, and the whistling snow swept away towards the black fog first.

The things in the black mist reacted more quickly, and Di Zi'an just felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he arrived in front of him in an instant. A tarantula with a human face the size of a small car, eight pitch-black arthropods with fluff at the same time, bounced towards the prey like a ball, and then in the mouth of the human face, the sharp upper and lower jaws bit down towards Dizi'an and bit down.

Then Dizi'an's body was violently dispersed, scattering into a flying snow of swan feathers.

It's dangerous, this speed ...... Fortunately, he didn't show his true body in the first place, otherwise he would have died before he even had time to react.

Di Zi'an's figure appeared in another part of the snow, like thousands of flying snow regrouped, and the eight teams of beast pupils of the huge human-faced tarantula showed a humanized look of hunger.

Dizi'an visualized the lake-green Miro star cluster in his mind, and for the first time he interestingly mobilized the ripples of the blue sunflower with all his strength, so the human-faced tarantula saw that the crystal skull shone brightly in the hands of the tiny human, and then Dizi'an threw the dark blue skull high.

In an instant, the wind and snow were blowing.

The pitch-black bones walked step by step on the thick snow on the ground, and the dark blue skull let out a hideous and silent roar towards the human-faced tarantula, and the violent wind and snow roared along with the roar, and the human-faced tarantula was temporarily pressed to the ground by the huge wind pressure.

The winter ghost reappeared in the illusion, and Di Zi'an's face turned pale, and he gasped violently, feeling that his body was being emptied. But fortunately, the winter ghost did not disappoint, and almost as soon as it appeared, it suppressed the tarantula, only to see the pitch-black and hard corpse running in the snow, and the speed that had driven Dizian to a dead end reappeared on the snow.

Then he jumped high and slammed into the human-faced tarantula, tearing the pitch-black hand bones fiercely, and a huge plush arthropod was torn apart, destroying one of the tarantula's feet as soon as they met.

But the beastly nature of the human-faced tarantula was also stimulated, and a pitch-black liquid flowed from its huge body, which could be seen to be poisonous to the naked eye, and then the seven arthropods worked together to poke hard at the chest of the winter ghost.

Under Dizi's frightened gaze, the corpse on the chest of the winter ghost made a shattered clicking sound, but fortunately it didn't really break, Dizi An gritted his teeth, and the blue light around his body almost completely disappeared, but the dark ghost's eyes flashed, and a purple thin sword appeared in the dark palm, which was fiercely aimed at the tarantula's compound eye.

"Poof," a sound sounded like a balloon being punctured, and the purple thin sword pierced into the gap between the compound eyes, piercing into the tarantula's body, the hard case was like foam in front of the thin sword, and the black venom in the tarantula's body gushed out like a spring.

Fortunately, the Winter Ghost was originally a product of death, and its body was the dry bones of unjust death, and it was not afraid of poison at all, and then, sword after sword, the struggle of the huge tarantula became weaker and weaker, until it completely stopped.

The car-like body dried up at the moment of death, and rose into a cloud of white smoke, leaving only one thing on the ground, a mutilated corpse, a human corpse.

Di Zi'an lifted the illusion, the whole person collapsed on the ground weakly, struggling to pick up the dark blue skull not far away, a small but very conspicuous crack appeared on it, Di Zi'an twitched in his heart, and he was speechless in distress, this skull is his only treasure at present, if this is broken, where will he repair?

But then, the skull's eye socket flashed, and the bone mouth opened and inhaled, and the white smoke in the sky rushed to the skull as if it had found a deposit, and was sucked into the skull's mouth.

In Di Zi'an's surprised eyes, the crack on the skull gradually healed until it disappeared completely, and the entire skull became more crystal clear, and when the black smoke was absorbed, Di Zi'an suddenly sensed that it was finished, and the weaving was finished.

The first layer of his own illusion, Winter.

After possessing the Spirit of Illusion, the King of Winter Ghosts, the Winter Illusion was finally weaved. Dizi felt at ease, and the crystal skull in his hand slowly dissipated, which was sealed into his mind by Dizi as the fulcrum of the illusion.

Since then, the Myrostic Mantra has been successfully introduced.