Yan Zhen sounds very useful, so it should be like this!

It's just that I don't know who would use illusion on him at such a sensitive time, it's really vicious. He had heard that some powerful illusions could lead people to other things with a single look and a single movement, almost the same as the effect of soul magic.

"It seems that I also need to practice the method of mental defense, so as not to be controlled by others and not know what is going on. Yan Zhen sighed in his heart, "It's a pity that I didn't practice the soul exercises, and the two volumes of exercises that I seized from the Three Prison Masters of the Dark Domain still have hidden dangers. ”

He has been looking at the soul flame greedy, but he doesn't know how to refine it, and now he can achieve "one soul and ten thoughts", which is the extreme. As for the art of cultivating souls, it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is not easy to break through the illusion realm and reach the realm of transformation.

"Buzz!"

Another strange feeling, Yan Zhen felt that he was thrown into the deep sea, and at this time he was like a duckweed, lonely and lonely, drifting with the flow, without anything to rely on.

"Little one, little one......" He heard someone calling his name, but he couldn't remember who she was.

Thousands of meters of algae spread from the deep blue sea, like a turquoise ayara, rolling him around his waist and abdomen, grabbing his limbs and slowly dragging him to the bottom of the sea.

The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, his spirit seemed to be pressed by a big mountain, the dark clouds were thick in front of him, and his thinking was becoming more and more blurred.

At this time, he saw a fierce demon sent by his natal flying sword. With a flicker of golden light, the demon swung the scythe in his hand and slashed at the black mist.

"Ah, spare your life...... Ah......h

Yan Zhen's numb spirit stared at the clouds of black smoke burned by the soul fire, and he wondered where the evil ghost came from.

"Mu Fenglin......" Yan Zhen thought about it, a name came to his mind, and he muttered, "Who is here?"

"Little one, little one, ......" The anxious call echoed in his ears, he only felt that the voice was so familiar, so gentle, as if his sister was waking him up, he wanted to sleep a little longer, but his sister had already dragged him out of the bed, hugged him in her arms, and coaxed him......

"Sister...... No, Lin Yi, it's Lin Yi!" Yan Zhen suddenly recalled everything, and his chest swelled like a mountain of anger, and he roared in annoyance, "It's an illusion! Mu Fenglin, find them for me, don't leave any of them, kill them all!"

"Howl!" the evil ghost raised his head to the sky and roared, and his soul was boiling, igniting all the spiritual world of Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen felt the burning soul flame, his expression was solemn, he knew that if the soul was ignited by the soul flame, it would definitely be nine deaths and no life, just like dry wood encountering fire, the soul will be the fuel of the soul flame, and he must deal with it carefully.

Mu Fenglin's soul glanced at Yan Zhen, rolled up all the soul fire, and turned into a shadow that drilled out of his mind.

Yan Zhen exhaled deeply, and the indifferent eyes of Mu Fenglin Soul just now scared him a lot. In the spirit world, he is definitely no match for evil spirits.

"It's good that he didn't come at me!" Yan Zhen sighed faintly, his eyes regained clarity, and then he realized that he was lying in Lin Yi's arms, and he didn't know how long he had been struggling.

"You're going to scare me to death!" Lin Yi said as he hugged his head, his autumn eyes watery, and he grumbled with a cherry mouth.

Yan Zhen sat up, coughed dryly twice, and looked at the direction where Mu Fenglin's soul flew away, his eyes were full of anticipation. If he could control Mu Fenglin, even if he couldn't condense the soul flame in the future, it would be enough to sweep away most of the monks who were good at using spiritual attacks.

In an attic three miles away, several monks worked tirelessly to infuse spells into a phantom crystal, which was refracted through the spirit stone and applied the illusion to the street where the swallow mark was.

If Yan Zhen is here, he will definitely be able to recognize them, these people are the dozen or so people from the Qi Wangfu. Among them, the middle-aged monk presided over the formation, and the others conveyed mana to him and helped him protect the formation.

As long as the scars don't leave the street, the illusion will continue to work on him.

At this time, a young man in charge of watching suddenly changed his expression, and his soul felt a strong life-and-death crisis, which was a feeling of being targeted by a wild beast, which was very mysterious.

A faint green light and shadow drilled into his head, and before he could speak, he "brushed", the sickle flashed, and his soul instantly split in two, and the soul fire ignited his whole body along the wound.

"Ah, let me go, help, save ......" The sharp howl echoed for miles, and he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding head, and rolled over as if he were dead, and for a moment he was not breathing.

The rest of the companions were horrified, and they didn't even see what had come to the room.

The shadow flashed again, this time it was to the middle-aged man who was presiding over the formation, and Mu Fenglin's soul drilled into his mind in the same way, but instead of entering his soul lake, he met a magic weapon-Soul Suppression Tower.

"You are looking for death!" The middle-aged man's expression was cold, urging the Soul Suppression Tower to suppress Xiang Mu Fenglin's soul.

A dazzling golden sword light followed, appearing in his mind, splitting the Soul Suppression Tower from the middle. The ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, condensing a cloud of soul flame, planting a wisp of imprint in the middle-aged man's soul.

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently, and his eyes were bloody and tearful. In just a few breaths, he became the soul servant of Mu Fenglin's soul. He screamed and resisted, but to no avail, his soul was pulled out of his body, and he became a lonely ghost with no memory.

Mu Fenglin's soul left his body and burrowed into the mind of the girl next to him, the girl was terrified and screamed violently, but she was also unable to resist.

"Run, there's filth!"

"Everyone disperse and flee, don't let him catch up. ”

"My mother, how can such a dirty thing come out. ”

Mu Fenglin's soul was gloomy, and his figure was like a sharp arrow, passing through everyone's bodies.

Everyone felt ecstatic, and the soul was in unbearable pain, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, and they couldn't breathe in pain, and they couldn't stand firm under their feet, and they all fell to the ground together.

Mu Fenglin's soul wielded a scythe and slashed out a soul light slash, the scythe light was like a blade, easily smashing everyone's souls, making them roll in place in pain. There was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, as if he was considering whether to continue killing.

A golden light flashed in his body, communicating with him.

After two breaths, he nodded, continued to wield the scythe, and divided everyone by two, then rolled up everyone's treasures and left the room.

Yan Zhen, who was on the way, saw a lot of rings and bags floating towards him, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and the corners of his mouth rose, hooking a slightly curved arc.