The cloud beast almost thought that Xiao Mo had directly devoured his spiritual sense!

Even Xiao Mo couldn't explain that the white mangs not only poured into the sea of knowledge, but even the meridian dantian was gradually flickering with the starting point of the white mang, and it seemed that under the nourishment of the little white mang, it gradually flickered with a faint white power similar to internal strength.

Xiao Mo felt a trace of warmth welling up from his limbs, and the feeling of laziness was very comfortable.

The originally pale face gradually eased.

At this time, in Bai Xu's spiritual world, Tang Daofeng's spiritual consciousness had turned into a dragon, and it was madly sweeping the spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness, and the face of the demon thought became even more ugly. The red light around the body gradually thickened, and the power in the divine soul surged wildly, resisting the impact of the illusion.

However, although the demonic thoughts separated from his Bai Xu's body, he didn't know much about the cloud beast, not to mention, how could Bai Xu come into contact with this powerful illusion that belonged to the cloud beast?

Tang Daofeng's face couldn't see anywhere, although it seemed that the spiritual sense of the demon thought was constantly being eroded by him, but the demon thought obviously wouldn't sleep for too long. Before completely controlling Bai Xu's body, he couldn't relax at all.

Even, even if he controlled Bai Xu's physical body, he had to destroy the demon thoughts as soon as possible.

The white glow in Xiao Mo's eyes has always been constantly increasing, and the sea of knowledge that was gradually drying up has been filled with white light, Xiao Mo feels as if he has come to a mysterious place, there is endless white mist everywhere, and he vaguely feels very familiar.

This is the Misty Forest?

Xiao Mo looked at his intact body, and a rich look of horror flashed in his eyes for a while, is this an illusion?

"Of course not!"

A vicissitudes of life voice came, Xiao Mo's face changed instantly, and he turned to look, sure enough, it was the old man in gray robe. was looking at him with a charitable smile.

"Boy, you're here sooner than I thought!"

"What?"

Xiao Mo was confused, but saw the gray-robed old man poke out a dry finger and gently tap it on his forehead, and the sealed memories in his mind instantly poured out.

"I promised you'd come back!"

Soon, Xiao Mo remembered everything in the Misty Forest at that time. Including the matter of promising the gray-robed old man, it was just that what made Xiao Mo feel strange was that at this time, shouldn't he just wait for Tang Daofeng to devour him in the deserted tomb?

Why did you come here all of a sudden? Are those illusions?

Xiao Mo felt as if he had fallen into a strange situation, deeply caught in the real and the illusory, and couldn't tell the real scene at all.

Who the hell am I?

Trouble, memory, swept through Xiao Mo's mind like a tide in an instant, and the majestic information seemed to be impossible to decipher even a quantum computer for a moment.

Quantum computers?

Xiao Mo's surprise discovery. Quantum computers are gone!

What's going on?

"Boy, what are you thinking? Come and help me!"

This is Tang Daofeng's voice!

Xiao Mo's face was stunned, and he hurriedly followed the prestige, but he saw that Tang Daofeng, who was dressed in red, was gradually swallowed by the demonic thoughts behind him, and he wanted to shout but he couldn't make the slightest sound, as if he was choked by someone.

"Boy, here's what you want, come with me!"

I only felt a hard knock on the head. Xiao Mo opened his eyes and saw the gray-robed old man slowly retracting his fingers. It was still a faint smile, and the gentle smile made Xiao Mo unable to rise to half a point of jealousy.

Was that a dream just now?

Xiao Mo slowly pondered in his heart, but his body was involuntarily, following the gray-robed old man towards the depths of the misty forest.

"Huh?"

However, Xiao Mo soon noticed something unusual, this misty forest seemed to be different from what he had come to before. Not only is there no cave from before, but even the Xuanbing Pool is gone.

"Seniors, we ......"

Before the next sentence could be spoken, Xiao Mo saw that the gray-robed old man had strangely gradually turned red, and that gentle little face had turned into a hideous sneer.

"Boy. Your spiritual sense seems to be delicious......"

"Demonic thoughts!"

Xiao Mo exclaimed, and was about to urge his internal strength to make a move, but he was surprised to find that his body was transparent, and among the meridians in his body, there was no trace of internal strength at all!

What the hell is going on?

Xiao Mo only felt that his mind was in chaos, and the whole person seemed to be tortured and crazy, in the end, what is real!

"True and false, virtual and real, illusory artistic conception, abide by the heart!"

A thunderous voice spread from the void, Xiao Mo's face was as if he had been struck by thunder, looking blankly ahead, like a zombie, his deep eyes were full of rich milky white light, revealing a little weirdness!

"True, false, real, ......"

Only in my ears, the words kept repeating.

"This stupid boy, why did he fall into a fantasy realm?"

The cloud beast couldn't help but cry out bitterly, although at this time, the demon soul still did not react at all, and it seemed that it was still trapped in the illusion. But he knew very well that the demonic mind was clearly accumulating strength, and with his current strength, he could not break this illusion, so he could only retreat to the second best thing and use brute force to crack it.

Once the demon mind broke free from the illusion, Tang Daofeng's divine soul was in danger, after all, Tang Daofeng's spiritual sense had already received a great loss at this time.

However, at this time, Xiao Mo couldn't hear the call of the cloud beast at all, and the whole person was like a rock, and he sat down cross-legged, and the rich white light shrouded his body, completely swallowing him. The strange thing was that even the cloud beast couldn't urge those white rays, as if it had lost control, and there was no reaction at all.

In Xiao Mo's world, he sat in the middle of the strange misty forest, surrounded by a thick white mist, even the eyes of spiritual consciousness could not be moved, and a strong sense of tiredness swept over, almost impeccable sleepiness.

Even with his mind, he couldn't resist it at all, and fell into a deep sleep like this.

Only a sentence kept echoing in my ears.

"True and false, virtual and real, illusory artistic conception ......"

Like a nursery rhyme of a street urchin, and it seems to be a series of obscure scriptures, Xiao Mo in his sleep can't tell whether this is a dream or reality, this scene always feels so weird, and even opening his eyes has become an extremely difficult thing.

In the confusion, Xiao Mo saw the gray-robed old man again, with a kind smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" "Say, who are you?" (To be continued.) )