Yang Ran was a little surprised why the phantom had something to do with it before, but after looking at it like this, he realized that the condensation of this clone must be performed to the extreme in the phantom before it could be condensed.

And even if it is successfully condensed, this doppelganger is divided into two levels: small and large.

The two levels represent the strength of the doppelganger, Xiaocheng's doppelganger is only one-half of the strength of the body at most, and Dacheng is equivalent to the strength of the body.

"This iQue Phantom Body does have its own merits, such a mysterious martial art, I really don't know what kind of amazing and brilliant people can create it. ”

Yang Ran stood up, and the surging True Yuan formed around his body, and immediately his eyes froze, and his body shot out.

As his body shot out, several afterimages suddenly appeared behind him, Yang Ran paused, and hurriedly turned his head, but he saw the afterimages, which were gradually dissipating, and there was no situation as stated above the cultivation method.

"The condensation of the fugue phantom body is really difficult. ”

His brows furrowed slightly, and Yang Ran muttered in a low voice the key recorded on the cultivation method: "The spirit controls its shadow, and the witch gathers its body." ”

In the end, after chanting back and forth more than a dozen times, Yang Ran realized a little, the explanation of this trick is to use the true yuan to exert the phantom to the extreme, and then use the soul, that is, the witch qi, to lock and condense before the afterimage disappears.

The eyes slowly closed, the footsteps gently stepped forward, and the step fell, and the figure appeared directly dozens of meters away like lightning, leaving four afterimages along the way.

Among the four phantoms, three dissipated quickly, and the dissipation of the last one was much slower, but after lasting for nearly twenty seconds or so, it also slowly dissolved into nothingness.

Vaguely, Yang Ran felt an extremely subtle fluctuation of witch qi from within this phantom.

"You must leave a large amount of witch qi in it at the moment when the afterimage appears, so that you can condense the clone, but the speed at that time is so fast, how can you have time to leave witch qi in it?" Yang Ran frowned tightly and muttered.

After thinking hard for a long time, Yang Ran, who was still fruitless, could only sigh softly, the cultivation of this fugue phantom body was indeed difficult.

However, he will not give up just yet, Yang Ran has confidence in himself, no matter how difficult this fugue phantom body is, he will definitely continue to cultivate successfully, and when the time comes to meet those guys from the Green Snake Clan again, if he casts the clone, I wonder if they will be so angry that they vomit blood on the spot?

Thinking of those old guys Shangguan Yu's faces, Yang Ran couldn't help but gloat a little in his heart.

Schadenfreude sneered, Yang Ran was also aroused by this thing, gritted his teeth, condensed again, and continued to cast the phantom.

If it doesn't work once, it will be a hundred times, and if it doesn't work a hundred times, it will be a thousand times, although casting the phantom is quite consuming true yuan, but as long as it can be cultivated successfully, Yang Ran doesn't bother to worry about this.

What's more, in the space spirit ring that he snatched from the Seven Killings of the Snake, there happened to be a lot of medicinal materials that replenished the true yuan, so he was not afraid of the situation where the true yuan would not continue.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Yang Ran also completely gave up resting, so in the dark forest, green shadows suddenly released, faintly like ghost fire.

Fortunately, there were no people in this inaccessible place, otherwise anyone who saw this scene in the middle of the night would have been frightened.

Yang Ran's somewhat crazy cultivation lasted all night.

The next day, when a morning light broke through the darkness and poured down the earth, he stopped a little breathlessly, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but smile.

After a night of penance, although he still failed to condense the clone, he became more and more proficient in his control of the phantom, and the only flaw was that the consumption of the true yuan was too large, even with the support of the magic medicine, he stopped to rest and recover several times during the period.

And as his understanding of the iQue Phantom Body became deeper and deeper, Yang Ran slowly found some eyebrows.

"The mountains are so vast that they seem to be some distance from the core, so I hiked through them, and I don't think anyone else was so quick to get there. ”

Yang Ran rested for a while, then regained his spirit again, looked at the end of the mountain range, and muttered to himself.

Within this mountain range, there are many hidden demon beasts, and there are many powerful people among them, compared to the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range in the Divine Apocalypse Space, they are all better.

Yang Ran planned to cultivate in it during this time, and use this to cultivate the fugue phantom body, striving to be able to condense the clone as soon as possible.

Moreover, in the life-and-death struggle with demon beasts, the improvement of his strength is also extremely good.

Having made up his mind in his heart, Yang Ran also smiled, which reminded him that when he entered the Divine Apocalypse Space in the Meteoric Dragon Empire, he was just a small peak of the Spirit Vein Realm, and the young man who was still ignorant at the beginning had now reached the peak level of the Star Sea Realm.

During this period, when I look back on everything I have experienced, it really feels like a dream.

Thinking back to the Divine Apocalypse Space, thinking back to the Falling Dragon Empire, I naturally thought back to that red figure, that pure and beautiful face.

For more than half a year, the ice coffin has been quietly placed in the space ring, and the woman in it has also been sleeping quietly, Yang Ran has never looked at it again, or rather, he didn't dare.

He tried to forget, and thought he had succeeded, at least for more than half a year, all kinds of troubles made him have no time to be sentimental most of the time, but he would still fall into the quagmire of memories inadvertently.

The purple light that illuminates the sky, the red shadows floating in the wind, and the poignant smile on her pretty face...... All of this often appears in dreams, reminding Yang Ran of never-ending pain and hatred.

"Mo Tilt City, Holy Mountain, one day, I will take revenge on this. ”

Yang Ran's breathing was a little short, and his clenched fists loosened and tightened.

He understood that even if he had advanced by leaps and bounds in the past year and had been promoted to the peak of the Star Sea Realm, he would just be a stronger ant for the Holy Mountain standing at the peak of the Cloud Heaven Continent.

No matter how powerful an ant is, it only needs one finger to be pressed to death.

And Yang Ran has been cultivating so desperately, just waiting for the transformation, even if the process is extremely long and full of pain, he will never give up.

Call!

He took a long breath, the blood in his eyes slowly faded, and Yang Ran also tried his best to calm down his emotions.

Strength, strength, Yang Ran understands that everything lies in insufficient strength

Gritting his teeth fiercely, he didn't hesitate anymore, his body jumped up to the top of the mountain peak, looking down at the endless mountain range, listening to the continuous roar of Dao beasts, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar, and then his body jumped, like a big peng, flashed down, and broke into the mountain range full of demon beasts.

The long howl left in the sky symbolizes Yang Ran's forest penance and begins again!

(End of chapter)