The illusory silk threads that seemed to spread out of nothingness, as if they were the tentacles of some kind of insect, extended into Wang Yan's body little by little, and submerged under his skin.

It's like a rope that threads the puppets, and it turns Wang Ember into a corpse hanging in the sky!

Wang Yan's body began to stiffen, his eyes began to roll upward, and the aura in his body was fading at an extremely fast speed, as if he was about to quickly turn into a corpse under the control of such illusory silk threads, and then hang into the sky, becoming a part of the forest of corpses!

And the dark figure sitting quietly on the throne seemed to be unaware of all this, without any movement, as if this ubiquitous pure white space, this ubiquitous illusory silk thread, and this forest of corpses hanging above the sky had nothing to do with him.

Brush! And just as Wang Yan's body began to stiffen and rise, and he was about to rise into the forest of corpses in the sky under the constraints of that silk thread, his eyes, which had already turned white, suddenly opened.

An illusory invisible realm suddenly spread out from his body, as if it was swept by a hurricane, and in an instant, the invisible silk threads that stretched into his body swept away, and the silk threads were swept away.

The upward force that bound Wang Ash's body suddenly disappeared, and Wang Ash fell to the ground again, and in the surrounding void, there were more silk threads at this moment, as if they were appendages, still unrelentingly entangled!

"Get out of here!" Wang Yan's eyes flashed, and with a low shout, the invisible domain around him suddenly exploded at this moment!

Rumble! Wang Ember is surrounded by the rudiments of the Delirium Destroying Domain, although there is no Dao Enlightenment condensed in it that is required by the Delusion Breaking Realm, but there is a true qi accumulation that is not weaker than the Delusion Breaking Realm contained in it, and at this moment, under Wang Ember's control, it is actively exploding, and its power is already no less than the blow of the Delusion Breaking Realm!

Under this blow, the countless illusory silk threads that were originally still winding around Wang Yan's body suddenly exploded in the strong explosion fluctuations, and even the pure white delusional domain shook at this moment with the explosion of the countless silk threads, like a stirred water wave, and then, in the next moment, it was like a broken mirror, cracked.

Smack! The moment the pure white domain shattered, Wang Ember also retreated, and there was blood oozing out from the corner of his mouth, although he was only the prototype of the Delusional Domain, it was not something that could explode on its own at will, the Delirium Breaking Domain was transformed by the Dao rule of a Delusion-Breaking Realm monk, once it exploded by itself, the Dao Consciousness would also be shattered, which meant that the Delusion-Breaking Realm monk was going to fight hard.

And because Wang Yan has not truly comprehended the rules of breaking delusion, he has exploded in the field around his body, although it will not have such powerful side effects, but it is by no means without any price.

However, this is in the dream world, and he uses his own rudimentary domain to explode the opponent's delusional domain, and he still earns it!

Wang Ember suppressed the qi and blood surging in his chest, and looked up at the figure sitting on the throne. The figure still sat on the throne, motionless, as if it had no reaction to the destruction of its own delusional domain, as if it were asleep.

Wang Ember didn't hesitate, and the black flame in his hand rose from the fire stick, and with a loud roar, he directly smashed towards the figure on the throne.

The black flames soared into the air, and faintly the roar of a real beast came out, and among the black flames, it seemed that a real dragon soared up, opened its fiery mouth, and bit at the figure on the throne.

The figure on the throne didn't seem to notice anything, just slowly raised his hand, as if he had raised his hand to stretch after sleeping for too long.

However, when the pale palm wrapped in the Dao robe stretched out, countless thin lines appeared out of thin air, densely packed, and wound towards the falling Diyuan Separation Fire Stick.

The silk threads were like some kind of living creature with vitality, and when they were wrapped around the Earth Yuan Li Fire Stick, it was as if they were devouring the true qi and all the spirituality on the Earth Yuan Li Fire Stick, and the black flames on the Earth Yuan Li Fire Stick were fading at a rapid speed, and even the spiritual nature that was originally attached to the Earth Yuan Li Fire Stick seemed to be rapidly fading at this time!

This is what shocked Wang Ember the most, as a magic weapon in the dream world, the Diyuan Li's fire stick itself has some kind of spirituality, even in the previous battle with so many zombies, the spirit on the Diyuanli fire stick has not been damaged.

But now, the spirituality on the fire stick of the Earth Yuan actually seemed to have been devoured, and in Wang Yan's perception, it was actually fading at a rapid speed!

It was as if even the spirituality contained in the fire stick of the earth element was corrupted by the invisible silk thread, and swallowed by the figure sitting high on the throne!

And the figure sitting on the throne didn't make any superfluous movements from beginning to end, just raising his hand, causing such a terrifying power!

Smack. The black flame was extinguished, and the spirituality on the fire stick was devoured, and at this moment, Wang Ember only felt as if he was just holding an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, without any special features.

He subconsciously used the Divine Fire Decisive to urge the True Qi Flame again, but the Earth Yuan Lihuo Stick, which had lost all his spirituality, could not withstand the blazing flames of the Divine Fire Decisive at all, and was instantly incinerated into black ashes, falling to the ground with a clatter, and shattering into black blocks all over the ground.

The figure on the throne in front of him did not move, but sat quietly on the throne, silent.

This...... Wang Yan subconsciously took two steps back, looked at the black block on the ground, and only felt a sense of powerlessness rise in his heart for no reason.

Is this the true delusional realm monk? You don't even need to make any extra moves, just raising your hand casually is enough to defuse all your attacks.

You only need to take one step to reach this state as well. However, the difference between below the realm and above the realm is so different from mud.

Standing in place for a long time, the figure on the throne no longer has any intention of attacking.

It seems that this figure sitting on the throne only knows how to defend, and only when he is in danger, he will take the initiative to defend, and the rest of the time, there is no reaction.

Wang Yan stood in place, struggling in his heart for a moment, and then chose to retreat silently. He already knew in his heart that he was no match for this figure sitting on the throne.

Forcibly confronting this figure will only end up wasting five days of your own time, and you will no longer be able to enter this dream world.

Rather than wasting these five days in vain, it is better to retreat first, anyway, in his memory, on top of this main peak, there are still a few elders with relatively weak strength who can be used as the objects of his hunting.

After his accumulation is further improved, he is sure to fight this figure, and it is not too late to come back.

His figure receded, slowly disappearing into the thick gray mist. In the depths of the main hall, it was buried again by a thick gray mist, silent, like a deep tomb that has not changed for eternity.

…… The wet and cold wind was blowing in the harbor, and Wang Yan sat boredly on the beach chair on the pier, with the hanging sun on his body, squinting his eyes and blowing the sea breeze.

Although he had caught a lot of merchants who tried to secretly transport foreign beasts into the territory of Great Xia under heavy profits, Cao Biao was still not at ease, and still laid out a strict screening mechanism in the port area, and stationed almost all the existing grandmaster-level martial artists in Eastern Sichuan Province to the port area, for fear that someone would secretly transport foreign beasts into the port area.

Wang Ember was also arrested, after killing the Tai Sui Society's spiritual master last time, Cao Biao also knew how strong this kid was now, and he was very relieved to directly use Wang Ember as a grandmaster-level martial artist, and assigned him to a port.

At this moment, Wang Yan is in front of this port, waiting boredly for the customs staff to inspect every piece of goods that have passed through the customs.

Since a large number of transit merchants were caught secretly smuggling foreign beasts, Cao Biao was not sloppy in this regard, and he directly set an example for chickens and monkeys.

As a result, there has been no smuggling of alien animals for many days. Therefore, Wang Yan didn't pay too much attention to this mission, and he was all here to play.

At this moment, he was lying on the recliner bored, watching the merchants who had passed the inspection pass in front of him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked at a balding middle-aged man in front of him, just like any other businessman, wearing a thick down jacket.

The bald middle-aged man walked in the crowd, seemed to be squeezed by the crowd, and staggered closer to Wang Yan.

However, Wang Yan could feel that this middle-aged man, who seemed to have a calm and calm expression on the surface, had his heart beating extremely abnormally.

If it had been before, Wang Yan might not have noticed the abnormality of this middle-aged man's heartbeat at all, because this heartbeat did not seem to be much different from the heartbeat that normal people accelerate when they are nervous.

However, after making a small achievement in the way of mathematics, he already has a special understanding of the way of heaven and earth, and Wang Yan is a little sensitive to all abnormalities at this time.

He could feel the subtle abnormality of the heartbeat of the bald middle-aged man in front of him, as if there was an invisible hand, gently accelerating the beating of his heart.

Crash. Wang Yan got up suddenly, and in the surprised eyes of the bald middle-aged man, he stopped in front of the bald middle-aged man with the hanging sun in his hand that had not yet been unsheathed.