The fifth-layer Soul Illusory Realm is unprecedented in the history of the blade, and there is no information for reference, but this does not affect some intelligent people to speculate on some laws through the description of the low-level illusion realm.

In the dense forest, a figure scurried, he stepped on the high treetops, and with just a slight touch of his toes, the whole person rose up like a wild goose and flew forward, only a few ups and downs were already a mile or two away.

The Zenith Sanctuary has a detailed description of the three-layer Soul Illusory Realm, and even the seemingly large Soul Illusory Realm must have a boundary, and finding its boundary often means discovering some clues about the opportunity of the illusion.

There's no map, and there's no way to visually determine distance, but there's a dumbest and easiest way to do it, run in one direction!

So from the moment he landed, Ye Dun had been flying towards the north, and for a whole day plus a constant speed in the middle of the night, he had already climbed over a mountain range, crossed a swamp, a spore forest, and a desert area, a full hundred miles, if the size was calculated by the radius, this was already more than ten times the range of the three-layer illusion described in the dossier!

Not far away was a white mist that shrouded the lush woods.

Ye Dun's pace slowed down slightly, concentrating, but the moment he came into contact with the white mist, an inexplicable trance suddenly hit, and he felt the scenery around his body flicker slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the fog had disappeared and landed in a loess hill.

There are pine trees and craggy rocks all around......

Ye Dun's pupils narrowed slightly, and he saw a shallow footprint on the yellow soil.

Put your own footprints on it, and there is no mistake in it.

The doubts in his eyes disappeared, and Ye Dun knew it in his heart.

This was the place where he first entered the Soul Illusory Realm, and the footprint on the ground was the one he stepped on when he was just thrown out of the spatial passage.

It's a cycle, and that fog is the boundary of this soul illusion.

Ye Dun knew it in his heart.

The radius of this layer of the Soul Illusory Realm is about six or seven hundred square kilometers, the terrain is complex, and there are many environments projected, which is quite layered, which also means that there may not be only one chance and secret treasure in this layer.

The key to the opportunity may lie in some kind of cycle, as not every Soul Illusory boundary is a place to return to the beginning.

Useful information was quickly distilled in his mind, and suddenly, his ears moved.

Someone...... No!

Ye Dun's eyebrows raised slightly.

He saw a white mist that shouldn't have been in the loess hills.

It fell out of thin air, and suddenly a white mist enveloped the land, encompassing the entire hills in a white expanse.

Did you cross the border and trigger some kind of opportunity, or did you guess wrong?

Just as he was in doubt, a trace of dangerous aura came out of the mist, allowing Ye Dun's spirit to concentrate in an instant.

Whew......

He saw two gloomy lights, like ghostly fires, lit up in the mist not far away.

His pupils contracted slightly.

What is it?!

.........

Midnight in a fantasy.

It was as if stuck in a node in time, and all the previous premonitions came true, and there was a large, white thick fog descending in the air, enveloping the entire spore forest, and even the vision of the ice bees was completely obscured by this fog, the fog was thick, and the vision was extremely poor, so that people couldn't see five meters away.

At this time, you have to be glad for your foresight, from the moment you feel the unusual night, the ice bees scattered around the spore forest have been directly recalled by Lao Wang, leaving only ten ice bees in a fan-shaped monitoring around this area, and they are not far apart, otherwise if fifty ice bees fall into this boundless fog at the same time, it may be difficult to recall them again, because it is difficult to distinguish the direction in this fog.

Boom~

In the mist, there was a ghostly fire-like ghostly light that suddenly 'ignited', different from the faint ghostly light that Lao Wang had found in the depths of some forests before, these ghostly fires appeared blatantly, and ......

Bang Bang~~

And then there was more! In the thick fog, it was as if all of a sudden there were such things everywhere, and they were not fixed, they were constantly moving.

Lao Wang commanded an ice bee to move closer to the nearest ghostly light, and although he had been mentally prepared, what he saw still made him shiver.

I saw that it was a hastily buried mud pit, and a cloud of light disappeared into the mud pit, and soon, the soil loosened, as if there was a hole underneath, and the sand covering it began to fall downward.

Immediately after, a bloodless and bony palm suddenly stretched out from the mud pit!

It pulled at the loose dirt around it and slammed it.

Whoa......

The fluffy dirt was lifted, and a rotting corpse actually crawled up from it!

I saw that it was a hideous and terrifying half of the bloody face, vaguely recognizable as a cultivator of the War College, and the other half of his face had been corroded, as if it had been dissolved by strong sulfuric acid.

Not only his face, but also his body, his flesh and blood had been corroded by terrible toxins, half of the skeleton was empty, and a ghostly light flickered in the original heart of his skeleton, as if it had become the core of consciousness that controlled the corpse.

Although his flesh and blood are not alive and his body is incomplete, he looks extremely energetic, and the only remaining rotten eye flashes with a strange evil light, and he keeps looking around, he seems to have found the snooping of the ice bee, and the eyes flashing with evil light are slightly certain. new

Rumble!

The mangled body rushed up like a cannonball, and the speed of the figure was no less than that of his life, when the big bone-like hand suddenly grabbed at the ice bee.

The ice bee alone was not as brave as in the army of ice bee swarms, it flew high quickly in fright, and quickly opened up more than ten meters away from the 'corpse', but the corpse was not only a physical attack, I saw his skeleton hand wave suddenly, no soul power, but a black corpse gas with a foul smell swept towards the air.

The Ice Bee had to give up the surveillance, and increased the speed of the ascent to the extreme, and finally avoided the deadly attack, and when he looked down in horror in the sky, it was already covered in a white fog below, and it was no longer possible to see the slightest detail of the scene, only to see more and more of this ghost light shining in the fog, some walking quickly on the ground, and some flying in the air, like a ghost......

The white mist seemed to have suddenly appeared in order to give birth to them, and as these things became more and more in this world, the mist gradually dissipated a lot, but without the mist, the sight of the ice bee in his eyes made Lao Wang gasp.

I saw that the area of dozens of square kilometers of this spore forest was already flooded with ghostly light, and it was filled with countless ghosts!

Some of them were the corpses of War College or Templar disciples, but many more were all kinds of rotting corpses, some were dressed as warriors of the Sharp Fortress, and some were from the Divine Fortress of the Nine Gods...... There is no doubt that this illusion is projected by the scene near the Dragon City below, although it is a peaceful era, but the accumulation of two hundred years, there are still many border soldiers who have died here, whether it has rotted into a skeleton of bones, or there are still half of the rotting corpses, at this time they have become part of their corpse tide army, possessed by those ghosts, drilled out of the ground!

Lao Wang is a little worried about Axiba and them, these things are not afraid of death, there is no one who can't die at all, they are already dead, and the strong ones also have the level of the tiger's peak, which is very troublesome.

The fog had dispersed a lot, and the old king dispersed the ice bees again, but he didn't dare to get too close to the ground, for fear of being attacked by those guys who borrowed corpses to resurrect their souls, but hovered high in the air to observe the distribution of those ghosts below.

Lao Wang is actually here to join in the fun, according to the record of the Nine Days Persona, when this thing appears on the second layer, the first layer will dissipate, and at that time, people who have not entered the second layer will return to the real world, Lao Wang can go home happily as long as he survives this layer, and he holds his life, and retains the face of the rose, and he can go back and date Brother Da, Meizizi.

.........

The fog had lifted, leaving only a shallow mist to linger on the land, but it was clear that the real darkness had only just begun to fall.

Screams and sounds of battle were heard throughout the land.

To tell the truth, those walking dead and ghosts are not very powerful, the weak ones may only be at the wolf level, and the strong ones are only at the tiger level, and those who can enter here, whether they are cultivators of the War College or Templar disciples, have no problem dealing with one or two alone, but the problem is that these things are almost impossible to kill......

The walking dead have their feet cut off, their hands can crawl, their heads cut off, they can run after you everywhere, and even if they are chopped alive, the ghost light in their chest can fly again and turn into a ghost in the air.

The ghosts are even more difficult to deal with, there are no entities, at least when the martial artists face them, they are almost helpless but to escape, but it is the thunder witch and the exorcist who come in handy at this time.

Exorcists' various exorcism arrays can have an effect on these ghosts, delaying their actions or placing barriers that make them impenetrable.

The Thunder Witch has become the main force against these ghosts, and the fierce Thunder Law is the only attack that can have a lethal effect on these ghosts so far, and the Thunder Witch is the mainstream of witchcraft on both sides, speaking of which, the practitioners and Templars of the War College are not all powerless.

But sadly...... Most of the cultivators have spent their energy in the 'meaningless' day, at this time, many people are hiding in their carefully arranged disguises to recuperate, many of the natural advantages of the thunder witch have not even released the thunder law, they have been killed by these ghosts in their sleep, the soul has been devoured, and the corpse is borrowed by the ghost to recuperate, becoming a member of those walking dead......

Of course, there are those who are not afraid at all.

In the woods, Chopin is sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Around his body, there were more than a dozen bleak ghosts, they were constantly trying to get closer, trying to get into his body and devour his soul like killing other cultivators, but after trying for a long time, none of them could get close.

Chopin's soul power formed a whirlwind that was invisible to the naked eye, and all the ghosts that approached were violently bounced away.

The bald head sat quietly, waiting for the moment when the sun appeared on the horizon.

Dozens of miles away from him, Maxwell was busy, and the smell of his body made even the ghosts reluctant to approach, but it was quite attractive to the walking dead.

But for Maxwell, these difficult things that others can't kill or cut down have become his favorites, and the green bugs instantly crawled all over the bodies of the walking dead, quickly corroding them and turning them into more green dots...... Maxwell was so happy, he usually had to chase the enemy to run far away if he wanted to collect the corpse fluid unscrupulously like this, but now, these things are completely automatically sent to the door, the corpse fluid in front has not yet melted, and the walking dead in the back have rushed in with the extremely corrosive corpse fluid without fear of death, and then quickly melted into a new corpse liquid......

"More more, more more!hahaha!" Maxwell laughed excitedly, using his voice to attract more corpses, which were already covered with corpse fluid, and he felt that he couldn't collect them, but they were still increasing on their own.

He never worried about hatching too many corpse Gus, even if it was ten times more than a hundred times, it was just a gift from heaven to him, and he didn't have to worry about it at all.

Because corpse Gu needs to be cultivated, and it needs cruel competition, if it is said that 10,000 corpse Gu can give birth to a Gu general, then 100,000, a million can give birth to a Gu King!

Maxwell's eyes flashed with excitement, he didn't even care about the secret treasure of the Soul Illusory Realm anymore, for him, this was the biggest opportunity!

Also as happy as him was Fu Yu.

Fu Yu does not love corpses, but only loves ghosts, compared to the living souls of human beings, although these ghosts with the ability to act independently have less vitality and less deliciousness, they have a little more spirituality, and a kind of unique strength of the soul.

"Come on~~ Come to the baby......" She beckoned to the ghosts flying in the air, smiling like an innocent child, and the dark tentacles around her waited greedily in the green summoning ripples, waiting for the prey she had summoned.

Her little belly was already bulging and round, but she could feed her sacrificial tentacles a little more......

...... And farther away in the desert, two guys in black cloaks have come together.

Being able to easily locate and find each other in this vast first layer of space, the means of the Dark Demon Island are unimaginable to outsiders, and they are also the most mysterious.

But what is even more unimaginable and mysterious is the attitude of the ghosts and the walking dead towards them.

None of the ghosts or walking corpses had ever attacked them, let alone attacked, and as they walked past them, they even sent some guiding signals, consciously or unconsciously, as if they were of their own kind.

Just now, another ghost pointed the way, and the two of them changed their direction slightly, and then they saw a mess of miscellaneous debris on the ground, mostly burdens.

The man in the black cloak reached out slightly, and a thunder spear swept by, piercing the few burdens, and then instantly gathered them into his hand.

When I opened it, I found a lot of potions and a few soul cards.

"Four hundred and thirty-one, three hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred and eighty-two......" The black cloak pouted, threw those few soul cards into his pocket, there were already more than twenty soul cards in that pocket, he said stupidly: "It's a pile of garbage again, just exchange it for some errand fees, it's better for me to do it myself...... Haven't these ghosts killed a few of them that are a little more valuable?Oh, Senior Brother Mossan!"

"The strong don't die here. The other black cloak was much taller than him, and his voice was cold: "Let's go, reggae, don't waste any more time on these things, we still have to go to the juniors." ”

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat!" Reggae didn't have the consciousness of being a 'cold' cultivator on Dark Demon Island at all, and he said more alone than everyone else on Dark Demon Island combined: "Speaking of which, Senior Brother Mo Sang, haven't you been thinking about the pair of alchemy puppets in Uncle Fan's shop for a long time?" Hehe, when you get enough money this time, I'll buy it for you!"

Mo Mo Sang looked at him, the bright eyes in the black cloak flashed, but his voice was still as emotionless as before: "Let's go." ”