The demon beast lifted its drooping nose and sniffed the breath in the air, showing a hint of doubt on its face. Then, it turned its head again to look at the Terran undead who were about to leave its back, and its eyes were even more puzzled.

Finally, the moment the undead of the human race landed on the shore, it flicked its tail, rolled up a large piece of river water, and pounced on Xue Wenrui.

Because of three stones in a row, Xue Wenrui is now covered with white bones all over his body, and there is not much flesh and blood left. But now he can't take care of much. Cast three "Blood Flashes" in a row, moving forward hundreds of zhang.

At the same time, another thought controlled the undead of the Terran race to explode and turn into a wave of qi, blocking the rushing river.

After escaping for hundreds of zhang, Xue Wenrui immediately burrowed into the ground, hid his breath, and galloped forward.

The demon beast didn't chase after it, but straightened its drooping nose, smelled the breath of the human undead after it burst, and then stretched out a slender tongue, rolled up the pure divine thoughts that made up the human undead, inhaled it into its mouth, closed its eyes and felt it, and seemed to be very satisfied.

Eventually, it snorted twice and dived its head to the bottom again, revealing only a few pieces of scale, looking like a few stepping stones in a stream.

Seeing that the demon beast did not chase after him, Xue Wenrui's heart was much calmer, he slowed down and began to look around cautiously. When it was confirmed that there was no danger, Xue Wenrui opened a cave underground, put a lot of restrictions on it, and began to heal his injuries.

The poison of the smoke was too strong, and the Spirit Sea Tree couldn't keep busy, so the damage to his body naturally couldn't be light. Xue Wenrui's skin was no longer left at all, and his flesh and blood were melted by the smoke less than half, if it weren't for the human undead taking him and blocking most of the black smoke for him, he would not have been able to rush past those three stones.

Xue Wenrui took out a large amount of healing pills, crushed them and applied them to his skin, and the "Haotian Arhat Jue" was running in his body, and he sat for ten days. This is rare for him who has a strong recovery ability. Moreover, this is still the case that the Spirit Sea Tree has extracted all the black smoke attached to his flesh and blood, if there is no Spirit Sea Tree, his recovery speed is not as fast as the erosion speed of the black smoke, and it is impossible to recover.

Ten days later, Xue Wenrui walked out of the cave, and his heart was still apprehensive about the monster in the river of spiritual power, and even a strong person like Li Feiyan did not dare to touch the river water, but it could live in it, and even sink its entire body into the water to sleep, what a rebellion against the sky.

Fortunately, Xue Wenrui estimated that the demon beast was just not afraid of the strange power in the river of spiritual power, and could not absorb the spiritual power in the river into its body, otherwise the other party's cultivation would have already surpassed the sixth level, which was unfathomable, and there was nothing that could compete with it in this world.

After calming down, Xue Wenrui turned into a phantom mouse again, lurking underground, and fled all the way forward.

Half a month later, Xue Wenrui, who was moving forward, suddenly received a message from the demon undead who were exploring the path ahead, which shocked him.

But before he could carefully distinguish this message, an inexplicable pulling force actually followed the thoughts of the demon undead, traced back to the source, and fell on him. He didn't have time to make a move, the pull wrapped him around him, and he jerked forward, only to hear the faint sound of the void shattering.

When he reappeared, Xue Wenrui found that he had appeared next to the demon undead. And he also clearly saw the scene that the demon undead had just passed to him.

According to his instructions, the demon undead have been moving underground, and Xue Wenrui can also confirm that the other party has not experienced spatial movement like himself, but he has inexplicably reached the ground and appeared on an empty flat ground.

In front of the flat ground, there was a huge picture scroll, stretching for several miles, far beyond the range that Xue Wenrui's current divine thoughts could sense, there were mountains and trees, grass and trees, and the purple-throated miasma that was getting thicker and thicker, no different from the scene in the Dark Demon Valley.

But Xue Wenrui can be sure that it is not a formal scene, but a picture, because the scenery in front of him is flat, only left and right, up and down, and there is no distinction between front and back. Moreover, those mountains, trees, grasses and trees look bleak with vitality, but compared with the real thing, there is a little less agility and a lot less vitality.

"Is this the magic weapon of the picture scroll?, or the illusion of the formation?!" Xue Wenrui muttered to himself. He sent out a thought that caused the demon undead to fly towards the giant painting.

The demon undead "whoosh", with a slight wind sound, drifted towards the giant painting. But just after flying out of the dozens of feet, the demon undead seemed to have entered a wonderful realm.

Although the demon undead are still flying, they can no longer bring any wind around them, and there is no sound anymore, just like a ghost, silently, just like flying in a painting. At the same time, Xue Wenrui also lost his mental connection with the undead.

He didn't hear any sound, but there was a "pop!" sound in Xue Wenrui's heart, and then the demon undead exploded and turned into a cloud of pale gray smoke. It's just that the smoke didn't disperse in all directions, but floated there, motionless, as if a drop of light ink had splashed on the painting and became a part of it.

The strange scene made Xue Wenrui's expression solemn, he raised his palm, ingested a stone from the ground, and then flicked his arm, and the stone flew towards the giant painting like a flying arrow, with a sound of breaking through the air.

After a few breaths, the same picture appeared again, the stone entered the scope of the giant painting, and it became silent, it was still flying, but the whole picture was quiet, as if it was composed of still pictures "flying".

Eventually, the stone fell to the ground and was no longer in turmoil. It's just that the stone, which was originally clearly angled, became a part of the giant painting, and became a little flattened and lost its three-dimensional feeling.

Xue Wenrui's palm stretched out, sending out a strong suction, wanting to take the stone back. He didn't throw the stone very far, it was no problem to suck the stone in out of thin air.

But the stone didn't react, as if it weren't real.

"This is the Phantom Array! Extremely powerful Phantom Array!" Xue Wenrui's expression was solemn, and he looked around.

But then, as if he had inadvertently stepped on the tail of a poisonous snake, a spirit jumped up from the ground and leapt into the air, looking around with an incredulous face. He found that not only was there a huge painting in front of him, but also behind him, on the left, on the right, and on the top.

The content of the giant painting is the same as the one in front of Xue Wenrui, on each giant painting, Xue Wenrui can see the pale gray smoke falling after the demon undead explode, and see the stone he threw in.

"How did these giant paintings appear?" Xue Wenrui's face was solemn, his divine thoughts were not even felt at all, you know, he spread all his thoughts and watched every corner closely.

"Who set up this phantom array, it's too powerful!" Xue Wenrui said to himself, he lowered his head, wanting to pick up a few stones from the ground and throw them at the giant paintings in several other directions.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly found that the scenery under his feet had changed somehow, and it had become a huge painting, a huge painting exactly the same as in front of him.