"The aura is so thin that it's almost none."

Walking in the dune area, Wu Chong avoided the core of the battle. With his current strength, the Dune area can be accessed casually, and it is impossible for anyone to discover his existence at all.

The purpose of his visit to Mirage this time is also very clear.

Collect the necessary materials and find a test field for the immortal road that is about to be rolled out.

The Zhenzi area on the side of Xianfu has been spread, and the mirage cannot fall here.

There was no word all the way, and Wu Chong walked very slowly.

Along the way, he stopped and studied strange mirage creatures. In the process, he also pinched to death several dream demons who didn't have long eyes. In the mirage, there are as many brainless dream demons as flies.

Half a day later.

Wu Chong stopped in an oasis deep in the dunes.

After coming here, the aura was completely imperceptible, and was replaced by a rich dream demon aura. The entire space was filled with colored pale yellow sand, which at first glance looked like a natural disaster, but in fact, this kind of sand and dust was the energy of the mirage, just like the aura in the Immortal Mansion, it was another resource with opposing attributes.

A slight sound came from the thorn bushes ahead.

Wu Chong ignored the movement over there, and walked to the waterhole in the middle step by step and stopped, in the past half a day, he had met a lot of brainless dream demons. As long as he dares to provoke him, he will be pinched to death, and everything else will be ignored.

"Stop!"

Just as Wu Chong was about to reach out to touch the spring water, a voice suddenly came from behind.

A man cautiously walked out of the thorn bushes that had trembled earlier.

The man was dressed in tattered armor, carried a scimitar at his waist, and his entire right arm was dark green, looking like a beast.

Contaminated Savages.

There are many such people in the mirage, they are all polluters who were expelled by the immortal mansion, and they fled to the mirage in a desperate situation, struggling to survive here. It's a rare oasis in the dunes, and it's not surprising that polluters live here.

"The springs in the State of Life must have a contribution degree to use, newcomer, has no one taught you the rules of the dunes?"

As he spoke, the man drew his scimitar from his hand, and as he moved, many of the surrounding polluters hiding in the shadows turned their weapons on him.

These people have lived in the mirage for a long time, and they all have an aura similar to that of a dream demon. The strength of the pure immortal mansion is very weak, except for the person who has reached the immortal level in the lead, the rest are a group of weak people who are not even at the immortal level. But after superimposing the power of the mirage, their strength changed qualitatively, and the leading polluter even had the strength to threaten ordinary true immortals.

This kind of strength can already be arbitrarily placed in the outer layer of the Immortal Mansion.

It's no wonder that these people dare to blatantly do business with the Immortal Mansion. Leaving aside the middle layer, the outer layer does not pose any threat to them.

Wu Chong glanced at these polluters, his gaze penetrated their armor, and he saw two entangled and twisted energies in his body.

He now had serious suspicions that these polluters were created by some big man when he was studying the power of the Immortal Mansion and the Mirage. It was only because the experiment failed that they were thrown out as garbage.

There are many smart people in this world, and the path that Wu Chong can think of is naturally thought of by some people.

The path of fusion power has been tried a long time ago. It's a pity that the person who tried this attempt was not an 'immortal medicine', and the tripartite power was missing one, and the fusion experiment naturally failed.

"Rules?"

Wu Chong's gaze swept over these greedy polluters in their eyes and grinned.

These guys are treating him like a fat sheep.

"Your rules don't control me."

Looking at these polluters living in his own world, Wu Chong pondered whether to arrest them back and send them to Gu Xuan Immortal Venerable. There are already two strands of energy in the body, maybe they can catch it back and use it to help Gu Xuan Immortal Zun save the progress of the experiment. He now has a headache every day for the transfer test, and it is the time when he needs the materials.

Shout!!

A flash of cold light.

The long knife in the hand of the knife-wielding man who was still talking to Wu Chong about the rules a second ago flashed.

The sharp blade slashed at the throat with precision, and in the process of making a move, he directly mobilized the power of both the Immortal Mansion and the Mirage, raising the power of this knife to the true immortal level. With the treasure knife that he finally got from the Tiangong Hall of the Immortal Mansion, he will definitely be able to succeed in one blow!

The main thing is a 'people don't talk much'.

From the moment he came out, he was secretly sensing Wu Chong's strength, and after making sure that there was no threat, he did it directly.

The answer given by the test instrument of the Heavenly Crafting Hall is definitely correct!

It was a waste of tongue to talk to the weak, and he directly slaughtered the fertile field, and ransacked the storage bag on his body by the way. Beneath the vast sand dunes, there were not one or two bodies buried.

Clang!!

The blade struck the throat with precision.

The expected picture of the separation of the human head did not appear, but the arm holding the knife was numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth directly cracked. The most exaggerated part is the blade, which is curled up, and the area where it collides with the neck splashes a large amount of sparks. Looking at the other party's neck again, there was not even a trace left on it.

？？？

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The little leader's face was sluggish, he subconsciously looked at the treasure knife he was leaning on as a hole card, and wondered if he had been deceived by the word 'phantom' immortal, so that he slashed at the shell of the 10,000-year-old turtle.

"It's quite decisive, but it's just unlucky to choose the wrong target."

Wu Chong was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect this guy to make such a sudden move, this kind of heart is suitable for mixing cottages at a glance.

It's a pity that this guy has already shot at him.

In the concept of Wu Da's master, as long as he dares to bark his teeth, the dog will stew for him. Not to mention people!

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the other's head, and the lazy look was like an adult reaching out to touch a child's head.

The movements are slow.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The little boss had come to his senses, and he stepped back in horror as he gave orders to his accomplices hiding in the shadows.

Dense barrage of arrows shot out of the thorn bushes.

These arrows, like the long knives in the hands of the little boss, are the treasures of the Heavenly Crafts Palace. They relied on these equipment to hunt Dream Demons, and some time ago they also used these weapons to kill a high-level Dream Demon. This is already a remarkable achievement among polluters.

There was a clanging sound.

The arrows were all bounced off the body after they were fired.

Wu Chong's hand also fell, and a strange scene happened.

The little leader was obviously retreating rapidly, but his figure retreated to its original position in an incomprehensible way. Seeing Wu Chong's palm fall, five fingers pressed on his Heavenly Spirit cover.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The little boss was dumbfounded, and he desperately resisted.

Hind legs, roll, run forward.

All the methods he could think of were used, but the world around him was against him, no matter which direction he ran or what means he used, he would eventually return to the same place.

(End of chapter)