"This illusion ......"

At this time, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged in that strange space, and a colorful circular transparent cover wrapped Zhang Yang in it, exuding a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yang rested his cheek with one hand, his gaze wandered back and forth, and the other hand on his knee slowly tapped.

"This illusion...... Directly separated my soul from my body, and then trapped my soul in an illusion. If it is an ordinary martial arts cultivator, the soul does not have the protection of the body and vitality, and it will definitely not be able to resist the invasion of the illusion here, and after a long time, the soul will inevitably be damaged, and finally disappear between heaven and earth. ”

The multicolored light mask in front of Zhang Yang suddenly shook, and he was a little shaky. Zhang Yang smiled dejectedly, and a ray of light shot out from his eyebrows and went straight into the light mask in front of him, restabilizing the light mask.

"Fortunately, I have spiritual power and can form this shield, otherwise I will definitely die! If those two guys are crazy about destroying my body, hehe, I'm sure Qing Mang will definitely surprise them!"

The reason why Zhang Yang is still sitting here like Mount Tai is because of his reckless existence. With the strength of the spirit beast at the peak of the third level of Qing Mang, as long as he stayed by Zhang Yang's side steadily, no one in the young generation of martial arts cultivators in the Sword Palace could touch Zhang Yang at all.

"But right now, how can I get out of this illusion?" Zhang Yang stood up, although he had the protection of spiritual power, but Zhang Yang's spiritual power was also limited, and there was always a time when it dried up. Zhang Yang didn't want to wait until his mental strength was exhausted and he was in crisis.

Pacing slowly in place for a few steps, his sharp eyes did not let go of any clues in this illusion.

"This illusion is peculiar, the general illusion is either to make people fall into the killing situation, once they enter the illusion, danger comes one after another, making people overwhelmed, but in fact it is just chaotic, but the real fatal blow is hidden aside. Either it causes some old thoughts in the hearts of martial arts cultivators, or the warm family affection of childhood, or the beloved brother, and finally causes people to go crazy, fall into the demons in their hearts, and kill themselves. ”

"But this illusion is neither, the illusion is out, the soul and the body have lost contact, I just don't know if my soul is still in the body. If my soul is still in the body, it means that my soul is in an illusion, just like a person falling into a deep sleep, the soul and body are all there, but without the control of the soul, the body is just a dead thing! If this is the case, the current crisis is better solved! If so, ......

Zhang Yang's mind turned sharply, thinking about all possibilities, and those who are related to the soul must be cautious, if he is not careful, the soul will be damaged, and the road will fall, both of which Zhang Yang does not want to see.

"If this is a small space that is independent, and the illusion is to pull my soul out of my body and trap it here, then it will be troublesome! There are many small spaces in this world, and some of them move with the turbulence of space. If this is really a small space, I may not be in the Sword Palace now, even if I really get out of this space, my soul will still fall into the spatial turbulence, and I will inevitably encounter a space storm, or I will die without life, take 10,000 steps back, even if I escape the spatial turbulence alive, where will I find my physical body......"

Zhang Yang was a little worried, death is a terrible thing for any normal person, and even more terrible is unknown death.

Zhang Yang's martial arts were not successful, the young man was nowhere to be found, and Belle was also nowhere to be seen, Zhang Yang found that he didn't know when, and suddenly there was a lot more concern in his heart.

The current Zhang Yang is no longer an orphan boy who did not enter the Sword Pavilion two years ago, as the saying goes, the more he gets, the more afraid he is of losing, to this day, Zhang Yang does not want to lose any of the things he has, any of them!

After settling down, the multicolored light mask in front of him opened a one-person-high gap, and Zhang Yang walked out of the light mask.

"Squeak...... Airplanes...... Bellow...... ...... all kinds of noisy voices frantically poured into Zhang Yang's ears, the scene in front of him was distorted and changed, the depth of darkness devoured Zhang Yang's soul, and the scorching heat of light burned Zhang Yang's spiritual power.

There was also a trace of corrosive power wrapped around Zhang Yang's soul, and Zhang Yang could feel the sharp pain coming from his soul, which was different from the pain of physical injury. It's clear, it hurts, it hurts!

"No!" Zhang Yang quickly retreated backwards into the spiritual power shield, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"This is a mortal situation! How can I break it?" Zhang Yang's face was ugly, he knew that there must be a way to crack this strange illusion magic power. Otherwise, the Thousand Illusion Gate would have already dominated the Heavenly Continent with this technique, but Zhang Yang couldn't find a clue for the time being.

Sit down cross-legged again, continue to support your cheeks with one hand, and Zhang Yang fell into a daze again!

Suddenly, a neutral voice sounded in Zhang Yang's ears with a hint of teasing.

"Why, boy, give up so easily, this is not the mentality that a person who aspires to become a supreme powerhouse should have......"

Zhang Yang was suddenly startled, stood up suddenly, and looked around vigilantly.

"Who?"

"Haha...... Boy, don't I know each other?"

A small hole the size of a thumb appeared out of thin air in the center of Zhang Yang's eyebrows, in which the golden light was released, and one by one the golden mini illusory dragons shook their heads and tails from them, and slowly flew to Zhang Yang's eyes, looking at Zhang Yang's big eyes with small eyes.

"Damn! it's actually you, the old dragon!" Zhang Yang widened his eyes and looked at the mini dragon in front of him, its every move, demeanor and posture except for Long Qingyun, who else was the old dragon.

"You...... You...... How are you in my soul?"

"Hey, hey, boy, how do you speak, what old dragon Xiaolong, don't you know what to call a senior!" Xiaolong straightened his face, erected the dragon body, and the two dragon claws in front of him tried their best to go back, and suddenly found that he was a dragon body, this action could not be done, and he put down the dragon claws in a sneer.

Zhang Yang was still dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.

"Okay, don't be so surprised, I haven't seen the world, this is not my real body, the dragon body of this seat is still suppressed in that small lake, and now I am just a wisp of distraction. Usually hidden in the drop of natal dragon blood given to you, but this time it was also extracted into this illusion by that guy's illusion!"

The golden little dragon flew up and down around Zhang Yang, and he didn't see him speak, and Zhang Yang's ears naturally sounded Long Qingyun's rich voice.

"You actually hid a wisp of soul on my body......" Zhang Yang suddenly gritted his teeth and said viciously word by word.

Xiaolong slowly flew to Zhang Yang's shoulder and stopped, "Boy, you should thank me, if it weren't for the vast power of this seat, even if the body was suppressed for ten thousand years, it would still be able to leave a wisp of soul on your body, and you would die this time." ”