Speaking of illusion, it seems that the level of illusion of the powerful existence in the white mist is even higher than that of the Mirage Dragon, even if it is the king of the Mirage Dragon, there is no suppression for the Tianlan Clan. Compare with each other and make judgments.

The formidable being in the white haze was not a real entity, and had not healed from serious injuries. But in this state, the illusion that was casually cast could not even be seen through by the king of the so-called mirage dragon, and he unknowingly entered the illusion and rushed together with dozens of people dressed in white.

Bu Li looked at the mirage in front of him, and the five bodies that he had already admired in his heart fell to the ground. His mind flew to another dimension, what kind of demeanor was this powerful existence in the white mist before it was injured!

No wonder he was able to kill two demigod powerhouses, and there was a human being higher than the demigods?!

"Every 'soap bubble' is a mirage, and it can't be solved by strength. The powerful existence in the white mist pointed to the "soap bubble" and explained to Bu Li: "The basic truth of illusion will not be clear for a while, so I will tell you briefly." To crack the illusion, what is needed is not soul power, but spiritual power. It's like the last time you were attacked by Mu Lianchun's spiritual power, your spiritual power was tempered, and you fucking went to peek at Lao Tzu to heal at the moment you broke the steps, are you used to the women's bathhouse?"

Belch......

"Uncle, really not. I just want to see what it's like when I advance, and what if I really use it in the future?" Bu Li argued, about the women's bathhouse. Bu Li thought with disdain, it was all in the 80s. At that time, we both started taking selfies under Mr. Guanxi.

"Mental strength is very important to you. "The formidable presence in the white mist seemed to be just joking with Bu leaving. I didn't care, I just said casually, "Spiritual power was originally not important to the monks of the Soul Lan Continent, but for you, it has become very important. Every time you control a hybrid mutant, you need the most not your soul power, but your mental power. You can now control sixteen hybrid mutants, I'll teach you a formation when you go back, and you take out the gang to tease them. ”

"Uncle, how do you know that I can control sixteen hybrid mutants?" asked Bu Li strangely. Since the last time he was mentally attacked by Mu Lianchun, Bu Li himself had not summoned gold-loving beasts and marching ants to lay eggs. Bu Li didn't know anything about himself, and the powerful existence in the white mist seemed to be much clearer than Bu Li.

"Your brain is full of water on the left side and flour on the right side, you must not think about it, once you think about something, your brain will be muddy. The formidable being in the white mist sneered and walked away.

"Uncle, I said that we can talk about something serious, okay? Bu Li spread his hands, a little helpless.

The powerful being in the white mist smiled and said, "I've always spoken very seriously. But you didn't ask me how I knew the Tao. As he spoke, the being asked Da Hei with a smile, "Hei, how do you say I know the Dao?"

"How good you are. Naturally, you can know the way with a finger pinch. "The big black flattering frame is much more clever than Luo Qingquan, with a cute energy in the obscene, and the honest voice makes people want to believe it involuntarily. The big black got the stick that the powerful presence in the white mist gave him. Naturally, speak to that being. Besides, even if it's not good. Da Hei didn't dare to offend that existence.

"Look, such a simple question. Even a bear with muscles in his head knows how to say, you still have to ask me, do you say you are not serious. The powerful existence in the white mist turned its head to look at Bu Li, and buried Bu Li with a pleasant face.

"Okay. Although he can speak well, he can definitely not justify the powerful existence in the white mist. If he can't say it, he will suffer bitterly. If I can say it, I still have to suffer. In short, his old man's fist is big, and he must stand on the ground.

The formidable existence in the white mist smiled and was very proud.

"Uncle, what's in that soap bubble?" asked Bu Li, a little curious.

"All kinds of different illusions, I didn't know what was in the tunnel. The being seemed interested, and continued, "Why don't I get one in, and you try?"

Bu Li shook his head like a rattle, laughing, looking at the monks in white robes, which one was not stronger than himself. Once every monk in a white robe is wrapped in a "soap bubble", it is like an artificial womb in a science fiction movie, and those monks have become fetuses, struggling hard, but they can't break free from the "soap bubbles" of different sizes. None of them could do it, and Buli didn't think he could.

What's more, these illusions are clearly murderous things. Even if he knows that his cheap uncle won't do anything to himself, Bu Li is not willing to give it a try. What if? What if it leaves a psychological shadow? What if it has a split personality?

"Breath!" The powerful existence in the white mist smiled: "Don't dare to give it a try, with my old man here, you're afraid of a fart!"

"Uncle, look, the man came out. "Bu Li didn't want to go in and suffer at all, and then he had to do the carving, all kinds of mind-consuming things were waiting for him, how could there be this American time to play with the strong existence in the white haze to play some extreme challenges. Bu Li saw a layer of azure light suddenly bloom on the body of a strong man wearing a white robe, and a thick tentacle appeared behind the strong man, piercing the "soap bubble", and the whole person fled immediately.

The powerful being in the white mist sneered, "What's so strange, it's just that the spiritual power is a little stronger, and it can summon a carved beast, and there is nothing that this kind of blister can't crack." If illusion can be turned into a real world, then the mirage dragon will not be a desolate beast but a creator god. ”

Listening to the powerful existence in the white haze is simple, Bu Li doesn't think so. Although a strong man with a tattoo that he couldn't see the depth of the "soap bubble" came out, his face was extremely ugly. Behind him, a blue light flickered, and a huge tentacle swayed back and forth. The carved beast was extremely tall, and it was impossible to see what the whole thing looked like in the mirage.

As the carved powerhouse came out, the giant tentacles began to puncture the "soap bubbles" in all directions. Countless soap bubbles seemed to be begging for death in front of the "soap bubbles" of the people inside, as if the adult mirage dragon had almost unlimited spiritual power, controlling hundreds or thousands of "soap bubbles" and directing every detail.

"That guy is so powerful. Bu Li said with emotion.

"Thousands of illusions, what's so powerful. In the mirage that my old man showed you, I can control a nest of 250,000 hybrid mutants, why didn't I hear you say a word about power?" The powerful being in the white mist sneered at Bu Li's words and said.

"Uncle, when your old man is powerful, everyone knows it, how can a small mirage dragon be compared to you. Step left the joke and explained as he watched as the countless bubbles converged around the giant tentacles. Although a few white-robed monks were rescued, they had little effect, and they didn't even feel like they were helping someone before they even happened. Endless bubbles rose from the sea, gurgling, and the whole surface of the sea seemed to be boiling.

Even looking at the mirage created by the formidable presence in the white mist, there was a feeling of being in boiling water. Da Hei hid behind Bu Li in fear, looking around with his probe. The powerful being in the white mist said, "I'll help him and let him advance." It's a pity that it has just advanced, and this is also the last resort of the Mirage Dragon, so urgent, it seems that Hu Wu's side is going to succeed. ”

Subduing a fourth-order cub desolate beast, Hu Wu personally made such a big scene, and the Mirage Dragon was indeed a very powerful desolate beast.

While the powerful existence in the step away and the white mist was talking and laughing, countless "soap bubbles" suddenly gathered together, and with the explosion of the first "soap bubble", countless "soap bubbles" began to have a chain reaction. The soul power was stirred, and the sea water was blown up, as if there was a nuclear explosion at the bottom of the sea, and a huge wave rushed towards it.

Bu Li involuntarily took half a step back, and then realized that in a strange space created by the powerful existence in the white mist, even if the movement "outside" was loud, it would not affect his safety. Da Hei was almost scared to death, covering his eyes with his hands, lying on the ground, pouting his ass, trembling like sifting chaff.

The powerful existence in the white mist suddenly became quiet, and the slender fingers of both hands kept pinching, not knowing what Lu Dao was doing.

Bu Li didn't say anything to ask, this must be a critical moment, whether Hu Wu outside is alive or dead, all in the spell casting of the powerful existence in the white mist at this moment.

The space around his body beeped, as if he was under tremendous pressure. Bu Li was shocked in his heart, could it be that even the space created by the powerful existence in the white mist was about to be destroyed? Stretching out his hand to gently soothe the big black, he carefully watched the changes between the fingers of the powerful existence in the white mist.

The space was distorted, as if in a teleportation array, and even the step away who didn't do anything in it felt a tearing pain in his body. Da Hei felt that he was dead, even if Bu Li was comforting himself, he still screamed "Ang", which was extremely miserable. (To be continued......)