Fan Lang walked slowly, and under his feet was a street that extended in all directions, with people coming and going on the street, and shops on both sides.

The street is a transportation hub, and through different forks, you can directly reach the different fantasy areas.

In the world constructed by the mind, the concepts of space and distance are completely different from reality, and they can change and shuttle in a single thought.

There are a variety of shops on the street, some of which are in line with reality, while others only exist in a fantasy world.

There are many kinds of business in the store, and some stores have a very special business, such as selling dreams and the like, as long as they are given money, they can customize all kinds of dreams, and the dreams are very real, and they can be fake and real.

After some people buy this kind of dream, they will even take the dream seriously, which is troublesome.

There are also some stores that make black money, undertake some business of changing ideas, and help customers change the minds of some target groups, such as forcibly making a woman fall in love with another person who is not originally loved.

Although Fan Lang doesn't often come to the fantasy world to hang out, he definitely knows a lot about this place, and the shops on both sides did not attract him.

He walked all the way like this, and I don't know when it started, and a light rain began to fall in the sky, and the raindrops fell one after another, wetting everything around him.

The rain in the fantasy world is more to add to the atmosphere, as long as you don't want to, you won't be soaked in the rain.

The people on the street did not take this light rain seriously, and some people deliberately changed out umbrellas and other rain gear to walk in the rain with umbrellas.

Fan Lang was wearing a hat on his head, and the rain hit it, deposited to a certain extent, and fell down the brim of his hat in a row, like a string of transparent pearls. His footsteps splashed and left his footprints.

Walk. Go again.

It wasn't until Fan Lang found the target he was looking for that he stopped.

A beggar huddled under a row of eaves, dressed in tatters, with a bowl in front of him, begging in a fantasy.

In fact, there are two kinds of life in the fantasy world, one is the pure mind body without the embodied life, and the other is the living outsider.

The pure mind body is like an ethereal soul, with no entity of its own, no flesh and blood outside, and can only exist in an illusory way.

The living outsider only injects a part of his mind or soul into this place, and he has a flesh and blood body, which can unite man and God.

Fan Lang clearly belongs to the latter, while the beggar sitting on the side of the street belongs to the former. It's not so easy to distinguish between these two groups in the fantasy world.

The streets were bustling with people, and most of them chose to ignore the beggar as if he were just a background layout on the side of the street, and it wasn't worth a second look.

Fan Lang stopped, raised his head slightly, and stared at the beggar opposite through the shadows under the hat.

Who would have thought that the mysterious leader of the Shadow Spider Society is actually the beggar in front of him!

The appearance is nothing but a deception, and the possibilities are endless inside.

The leader of the Shadow Spider Society is called the "Transcendent Spirit King", and he is a pure mind body, extremely powerful, and one of the most powerful mind bodies in the world.

He was born not long after the beginning of Chaos, and when he was first born, it was in the form of a mental body, and did not have a substance.

He is the inventor of the world of illusion and the overlord behind the network, and the Shadow Spider Society is just one of many organizations he runs. There are many more such organizations, all over the universe.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as there is an Internet, there is a power beyond the Spirit King, who is dormant on the Internet, the king is at the apex of the illusion, and he is the real king.

The Transcendent Spirit King is not just a little bit of intelligence news, he can also kill people directly in the fantasy world, completely erasing the thoughts of outsiders, and once the mind dies, the external flesh and blood will become an empty shell. There are not a few strong people who died at his hands in this way.

Not everyone is worthy of transcending the Spirit King himself, only if some people get in the way of him and become a stumbling block, he will consider killing people and clearing the obstacles in front of him.

Usually, the Transcendental Spirit King will divide himself into countless and scatter them all over the network, and only in a certain period of time will all his thoughts be gathered together and integrated at one time.

During the integration period, his mind will be limited and will not be able to separate for the time being, but will only remain a whole.

In other words, if you want to defeat him or kill him, it is only possible during this period, usually his thoughts are scattered, and one or two less mind clones are not painful at all, and they cannot pose a threat.

Fan Lang came here with a pinch, he knew that this time period happened to be the integration period of the Transcendent Spirit King, and he also knew the specific location of the Transcendent Spirit King, so he came here accurately.

Time is running out, and the Transcendent Spirit King must be defeated and controlled within the time limit, so that the vast intelligence network of the Transcendent Spirit King can be captured.

Fan Lang was very calm, and the beggar was also calm, but the atmosphere around the two of them became more and more depressing, and even the surrounding streets changed, the wind became more urgent, the rain became denser, and the sky became more cloudy.

The beggar did not look up, but still looked at the empty bowl in front of him, and said, "You don't seem to have come to give me alms, these days, there are fewer and fewer sympathetic people." ”

"Do you need my alms?" asked Fan Lang.

"Absolutely. It is thanks to your charity that I am able to live. ”

"Then I'll give you alms. ”

"What do you want to give?"

"My sword. ”

Fan Lang drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed it on the ground in front of him, the sword body exuded an indestructible determination, and the entire street was obviously torn.

The beggar looked up, and under the seemingly sloppy and humble appearance, there were a pair of intimidating eyes, and he said coldly: "It seems that you came prepared and knew something you shouldn't know." ”

"No matter how tight the secret is, it can be pierced. Fan Lang said.

"Coincidentally, I also know some of your secrets, for example, I know that you are the famous genius Fan Lang of the first day of the universe. No matter how you disguise yourself, as long as you enter this illusory world, you are under my control. I know who you are, where you entered, and everything about you. It will be easy for me to destroy everything you left behind in the illusion if I want to, so I advise you, whatever you know, it's best not to do anything stupid. ”

"Unfortunately, I'm here to do something stupid. ”

Fan Lang said all this, and suddenly took out his sword, the sword in his hand was completely composed of thoughts, and stabbed out at the transcendent spirit king.

The battle that takes place in the fantasy world is all about ideas, and this is the key to determining victory or defeat. As for the body of the outside world, or all kinds of treasures, it can't help much.

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