When Han Fan finished reading the content on the stele, as if he had triggered some mechanism, the content on the stele began to disappear, and Han Fan hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to recall.

Fortunately, with the improvement of the cultivation realm, there has been a lot of improvement in all aspects of the body, and it is common to remember the definition of genius in the cultivation world.

Purple illusion is a special kind of illusion supernatural power, which belongs to the acquired supernatural power, and the special thing is that it is a long-lasting supernatural power, which is classified in the auxiliary type, and it can kill people invisibly if it is used well.

Purple Illusion needs a large supply of aura, if it is the supply of Confucianism's text power, the proportion of consumption in it is not yet known, the release range of Purple Illusion is the realm that can be touched by divine consciousness, and with the improvement of the Purple Illusion realm, the scope of illusion will be expanded accordingly.

It is precisely because of the huge consumption of purple illusion that Han Fan has some strange phenomena in the illusion world many times, all because the remaining energy of the stone tablet can no longer control the purple qi of the purple weeds to cast spells on Han Fan.

Practicing Purple Illusion will also slowly enhance the cultivator's divine sense, this alone proves that this magical power is not simple, Han Fan rubbed the corners of his mouth that was already grinning, and sat cross-legged and began to practice Purple Illusion.

......

At this moment, Sima Yan, who was also in the small world, no more than a hundred miles away from Han Fan, was in the middle of a flaming mountain, and he was standing on top of a milky white boulder, surrounded by hot magma.

Strangely, a vacuum was created around the boulder, and the tumbling magma would automatically bypass the boulder as if it were spiritual.

It's like the sea separating from it, and it's a staggering phenomenon.

I saw Sima Yan pinching his hands and constantly changing various gestures, and his body was filled with milky white flames of the same color as the boulder.

A lake covered with lotus leaves, there is a brick-red exquisite pavilion to establish, and the lotus leaves of the lake echo each other, in the pavilion, a guqin is placed in it, a woman in red dress with a close to transparent figure strokes the piano and sings, Yanhua stands behind the woman in a daze, motionless.

The blood stains on Yanhua's chest and the corners of his mouth are still vivid, making this quiet and elegant scene a little more mismatched.

When the sun fell on this small world again, Han Fan hurriedly got up and walked forward, what made him work so hard was not his dream or immortality, but his hungry stomach.

After a while, Han Fan walked out of the purple grassland, and after another while, the familiar village in the distance made the corners of Han Fan's mouth twitch subconsciously, and he rubbed his temples, a little big.

"Haven't you walked out of the illusion realm yet?" Han Fan began to think wildly, and his mentality was a little unstable, if he came here a few more times, he would really collapse.

If you come, you will be safe, and Han Fan walked quickly to the village at the bottom of the mountain.

What made Han Fan breathe a sigh of relief was that this village seemed to have been depopulated for a long time, probably because of the relationship between the material of the houses and the erosion of time, the buildings of the village showed a dull cyan, which was slightly different from the previous illusion.

There were no red-haired men, and there were no cultivating children, Han Fan went into the houses one by one to check, it is worth mentioning that every house in this village has a big cauldron, about two meters in diameter, Han Fan imagined the scene of people cooking in the village, shook his head and smiled, should this village be called Big Stomach Village?

Thinking of his stomach, Han Fan's stomach began to rumble again, Han Fan walked through the village, came to the bottom of the mountain, and began to climb the mountain, and there would be a jungle over the mountain in the illusion, and there would be strange beasts in the jungle that could fill their stomachs.

After crossing the mountain, a forest that could still be called a forest came into view, a dull gray trunk like the previous village, with no branches and leaves on the trunk, only bare branches, and the whole forest took on an eerie silence.

Han Fan suddenly thought of the female ghost from before, and couldn't help but shudder, while being discouraged by the fear of strange things, the strong feeling of hunger prompted him to move forward quickly to solve the problem of food and clothing.

After struggling for a long time, Han Fan finally chose to move on, having overcome his fear once before, and believed that this time he would be more experienced.

As he continued to move forward, some skeletons and white bones appeared in the silent forest, and Han Fan took a closer look at it, in case there was any ring in his hand and a pendant around his neck, wouldn't it be beautiful.

It's just that the result made Han Fan a little disappointed.

There is no giant tree in the depths of the forest, so it is impossible to climb back to the village, Han Fen guessed that the illusion was not enough to support the creation of a new scene, so he connected the forest and the village, as long as Han Fen did not get out of the illusion, he would keep circling inside.

Walking through the dry forest, Han Fan obviously felt that there was a heat wave in the air, the weather outside was early spring, Han Fan's clothes seemed a little thick, and after a while, sweat drippeds from his forehead, and his hunger became stronger and stronger, he began to think, should he starve to death here?

This may become the most aggrieved monk in the history of the Quartet.

Moving on, a hollow mountain appeared in sight, and the empty space was constantly spewed out one after another with visible heat, and the air was distorted by the heat.

It stands to reason that there must be some powerful exotic grass growing in this mountain.

Han Fenqiang endured his hunger and began to go up the mountain in a hurry, halfway as the temperature rose, the soles of his feet and his body began to get hot, and Han Fen had no choice but to gather the power of words to wrap his whole body.

After reaching the top of the mountain, Han Fan cautiously poked his head out and lowered a large amount, and a hot breath came to his face, even with the protection of the power of words, Han Fan was choked with tears, and his nose was a little sour.

At this time, Han Fan was lying on the edge of the cave on the top of the mountain, and after the hot air gushed out, he hurriedly poked his head out to check, roughly glanced at the scene in the mountain, and hurriedly retracted his head, just as he shrank his head back, the next hot air gushed out, and he smiled:

"You still want to burn me? ”

Han Fan observed that there was a piece of magma in the mountain, but he seemed to see a white stone in the center of the magma, and there was a person standing on the stone, and the magma was bypassing the stone on its own.

Han Fan scratched his head, could it be that the cultivation realm could not be attracted without complying with it?

He took advantage of the hot surging interval to probe again, Han Fan suddenly found that the person was a little familiar, and after confirming it several times, it was finally certain that that person was his friend Sima Yan in the Zhulu Academy.

Han Fan was a little excited, thinking about whether to call Sima Yan, but he was worried that he was in the process of enlightenment, and his cultivation was okay and could be interrupted, but once this enlightenment was interrupted, he would not be able to enter the state for the second time, and the milky white flame on Sima Yan's body didn't look like he was practicing.

After struggling for a while, Han Fan tried to throw a stone into the magma, if Sima Yan was cultivating, he should be able to detect it, if he was contemplating, this little movement was not enough to wake him up.

Sima Yan didn't move, Han Fan was a little discouraged, he turned over and lay down instead, looking at his appearance, he didn't look like a fairy at all, and the bear children in Xinghua Town were also in this posture when they hunted birds.

Han Fan wandered out of the world, full of chaotic thoughts.

It's about to usher in the night again, and an inconspicuous starlight can already be faintly seen in the sky, Han Fan cocked Erlang's legs and swayed his feet, just like he was on the bank of the Chunjiang River in Xinghua Town, the fly in the ointment was that a straw pole was missing in his mouth.

Life is life wherever it is, what is the strength of people, and the nature is still that nature, Han Fan suddenly began to wonder: Why pursue immortality?

He makes all kinds of assumptions, such as to be able to enjoy glory and wealth all the time, for example, to live forever, for example, to keep doing things that make him happy, for example, the simplest reason: I don't want to die!

When he synthesized these conclusions and analyzed them, he found that there may be only two purposes for immortality, the first is to enjoy happiness, and the second is because he does not want to die.

He smiled mockingly, why is there such a thing as the desire to survive, why everyone is born with it, it feels like a very ridiculous thing.

The gradual depletion of the power of the words made him have to come back to his senses, Han Fan turned around and looked again, only to see that the milky white flames on Sima Yan's body had dissipated, and he was standing on the rock with his hands behind his back, as if he was observing something.

As Han Fan's eyes watched, Sima Yan looked up fiercely, and Han Fan's reaction was also not slow, and he quickly retracted his head.

Han Fan tilted his head and thought about it, could this product not be able to come up?

"The Taoist friends above, I don't know if I can help in the next favor, there must be a lot of thanks. Sima Yan's loud voice came from the crater.

"Let me hear how much your so-called thank you weigh first?" Han Feng suppressed his voice, pretending to be hoarse and mature.

"I don't know what you want, senior?" asked Sima Yan, he always felt that this voice was a little familiar, but it was not right.

"Kill your dog. Han Fan couldn't help but laugh and finished saying this, covering his mouth and twitching his stomach, he was really a little unable to hold back.

Sima Yan was angry when he heard it, and he didn't care if this voice was familiar or not: "Your Excellency has such a big breath, I want to see how you took my life." ”

"You're on the lookout. ”

Han Fan said and began to throw small stones down, one after another, Sima Yan thought at first that this was some kind of hidden killing trick, so he waited for the battle, condensing a white flame to meet the enemy.

It's just that those small pebbles were melted away by the fierce high temperature of the white flame before they touched the white flame, he was a little dumbfounded, only to find out that he was being tricked, but he was in the open and the enemy was in the dark, even if Sima Yan had more means, he didn't know where the enemy was, and he was a little annoyed.

"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency? If you want to fight or kill, you have to be happy, what is this?"

Han Fan's writing power was also constantly depleted because of the high temperature of the volcano, and he didn't plan to joke anymore, so he couldn't help but laugh and said in a normal voice:

"Sima Yan, I haven't seen you for a few years, I don't know how much my cultivation has risen, but my temper has not risen less. ”

"Han Fan?" was silent for a while, and Sima Yan asked with joy.

"It's the deity!" Han Fan poked his head and glanced at Sima Yan, and hurriedly retracted it.

The temperature of this heat wave is not ordinarily high, I really don't know how Sima Yan managed to be safe inside.