Seeing the appearance of the person who sneaked up on him, Meng Chen was taken aback!

This person turned out to be the immortal person who was killed by Meng Chen three times in a row but repeatedly resurrected before he woke up, in his dream, in which he incarnated himself as the general of the Ghost Country that Feng Xi saw!

Moreover, Meng Chen also heard the same question from the other party's mouth!

Apparently, this person has already recognized him!

What's going on here?

Could it be that everything that happened in my dreams was not a dream?

At this moment, Meng Chen's heart was extremely confused!

Upon closer inspection, there was a faint mark on the forehead of the monk opposite! Meng Chen suddenly came to his senses!

This person is a disciple of the Soul Sect!

At that time, at the foot of the mountain outside the spatial crack, there were hundreds of monks, and it was difficult for Meng Chen to remember the faces of each one!

With so many monks, why did this person and I go into that magical realm?

The young monk of the Soul Sect showed a trace of horror on his face when he saw Meng Chen's face clearly!

Meng Chen's magical powers in the dream realm had already scared this person to the point of dissipation!

Meng Chen still had a stomach full of doubts in his heart, and naturally he would not let the other party leave! Besides, if it weren't for the strength of his soul and the warning in advance when he was sneak attacked, maybe he would have become the unjust soul under this person's flying sword at this time! If there is revenge, it is not Meng Chen's doing!

The arrow boat under his feet, under the crazy operation of Meng Chen's mana, urged with all his strength, like an arrow from the string, quickly chased towards the figure in the distance!

Meng Chen's mana is powerful, and his soul is extremely powerful, always locking on the Soul Sect monks who are running quickly in front of him, gradually shortening the distance between the two!

However, he didn't notice that the monk who was fleeing in front of him had a look of surprise on his face as Meng Chen quickly chased after him!

The reason why he wanted to flee for his life was actually because he was afraid that the monk behind him would move mountains and dementor souls in that magical illusion, and the little monkey that spewed soul-absorbing light from his nose!

But after chasing for a long time, I didn't find that the monk in the rear used a spell that made his soul fly!

made this Soul Sect monk gradually suspicious:

"If I had the skill of moving mountains and souls, I would have already used them to take down the enemy, so why should I chase after them so hard! Could it be that all kinds of magical powers in that illusion realm are just virtual spells, and this person has not mastered the boundless power of the soul moving mountains!"

The more the Soul Sect monk thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was justified!

Looking at the other party's cultivation, it is only the realm of the eighth layer of ordinary qi training, and it is two levels worse than the cultivation of his own qi cultivation peak!

But why, in that illusion realm, can I use the Soul Sect's life-saving technique - Phantom Hidden Soul**?

Although with his own supernatural powers, he can only cast the Phantom Hidden Soul ** twice at most, and he has already exhausted his soul and spiritual sense, unlike in the illusion realm, which can be cast almost endlessly!

After all, this phantom hidden soul ** is the only way to save your life! If you can use it a few times, it is equivalent to a few more lives!

After hesitating, the Soul Sect cultivator decided to take the risk of using up the Phantom Soul Hiding Technique once to verify what he was thinking!

Meng Chen was driving the arrow boat to pursue with all his might, gradually narrowing the distance between the other party. The last time to count breaths seems to be insufficient for the method, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer!

"No! this person must have deliberately slowed down and waited for me to get closer, there must be something strange in it!"

Meng Chen was secretly vigilant in his heart, but the arrow boat under his feet was not slow at all, and under the full pursuit, he saw that he was only a few feet away from the monk in front of him!

His hands kept waving up and down in the void, as if he was struggling to write, and after a long time, Meng Chen slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the three-inch small sword spirit weapon flew up and shot out towards the Soul Sect monk in front of him!

"Hey, you can actually use the sword technique?"

The Soul Sect monk was stunned for a moment, but his heart was overjoyed!

"In this way, this person really can't be the two supernatural powers in the illusion!

Even if Meng Chen was a cultivator of the eighth layer of Qi training, he could use the sword technique to drive the flying sword! But this monk of the Soul Sect himself was not comparable to ordinary people! Although he seemed to be a tenth-level Qi cultivator, if he did it with all his might, he would not be able to fall behind even if he overstepped the level and challenged the early stage of Bigu!

In his heart, Meng Chen, except for the soul dementoring technique in the illusion realm, could only be ravaged by himself!

Hudi turned around and stopped fleeing forward, and the Soul Sect monk also slapped his waist suddenly, and the small sword that had sneaked up on Meng Chen instantly rose from the air and intercepted Meng Chen's spirit weapon small sword!

The two flying swords fought in the air like butterflies piercing flowers for a long time, and the sound of tinkling was constant! Although the little sword driven by Meng Chen's Void God was more than agile, it was not strong enough because the virtual primordial god was not strong enough! It was difficult to hold on to the flying sword driven by the true qi and spiritual power of the Soul Sect monk for too long!

Feeling the decline of the opponent's small sword, the Soul Sect cultivator was overjoyed, and desperately urged his own spirit weapon small sword to slash at Meng Chen's flying sword!

"Hmph, without the kind of anti-heaven supernatural power in the illusion, you are a scumbag in the eyes of the Dao Master!"

The ruthless young monk of the Soul Sect didn't notice a sinister and strange smile on the face of the young man opposite!

Call!

At the moment when his own little sword slashed down, the opponent's flying sword collapsed without a fight, and flew back into Meng Chen's hand with a bang!

Vulnerable!

The Soul Sect cultivator showed a hint of disdain on his face, he hadn't come up with a real killing move yet!

was about to drive the little sword to pursue, but when he heard the monk on the other side, there was a sound of breaking the air, which sounded in his ears!

A small sword silently appeared on the side of its brain, and it slashed in an instant!

At such a distance, the Soul Sect cultivators were already unable to avoid it, and it was too late for the talisman to be sacrificed!

In the scream, the entire head was lightly slashed by the small sword and cut off!

Soul Sect monk, lost under carelessness!

Lost under the sneak attack of the opponent's weird little sword!

If he had sacrificed the talisman weapon at the beginning, Meng Chen would not have been able to get it!

This Empty Book Sword Talisman Technique is just a slight change of Meng Chen's most common spell - drawing a talisman into a sword!

Drawing a talisman as a sword is to draw the shape of a flying sword on the rune paper, and then bless the golden sharpness obtained by the talisman maker to communicate with heaven and earth, driven by mana, it is roughly equivalent to an ordinary low-level magic weapon flying sword! The power is not great, so few monks use such low-level things! It's just that some people with low qualifications who feel that they have nothing to do with the Great Dao have taken this thing to the secular world to cheat money, but it is also a very gimmick!

However, Meng Chen found another way, using the technique of the Empty Book Talisman to cast this talisman, drawing a sword talisman in the void in advance, and the opportunity to bless the golden sharp qi was grasped in his own hands, ready to attack, and it was also a sneak attack weapon to take it by surprise and take advantage of the enemy's defensive magic weapon to attack!

It's just limited by its power, if the enemy is protected by a magic weapon, then this sword is useless, even those who are strong in the flesh, and this empty book sword talisman can't break through its physical defense!

But today, when Meng Chen grasped the opportunity and used it well, this Soul Sect monk suffered a great loss! He was killed with a single blow, and how unjustly he died!

Meng Chen glanced at the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground, and was secretly rejoicing in the moment when his conspiracy succeeded, but saw that the headless corpse was strangely gradually transparent, and finally disappeared!

The warning signs of extreme danger have come to mind again!

Without thinking, Meng Chen protected himself with the Yimu shield, and then his heart moved, and he sacrificed a thing!

"Well, I, Zhao Mu, was careless for a while, and today I was actually planted in the hands of a rookie in the Qi cultivation period! If I don't crush your bones and scatter ashes, won't I lose my prestige as a soul refining ghost!"

A word with endless coldness sounded behind Meng Chen!

The arrow boat under his feet suddenly pierced the distance, Meng Chen turned around and saw the unscathed Soul Sect monk Zhao Mu in the distance!

"This person is really like in that illusion, he can be immortal and immortal! I think that he either has a strong ** magic weapon to protect himself, or he has cultivated some weird**, today's battle will definitely be extremely dangerous!"

Although he was secretly jealous in his heart, Meng Chen did not show it at all! He secretly analyzed that even if this person could be resurrected and reborn many times, it was impossible to have no restrictions! This kind of anti-heaven technique that was close to immortality, even if it was an old monster in the Holy Stage cast by the Yuan God, I am afraid that he would not have such magical powers, and he could be immortal and immortal!

Summoning up the confidence in his heart, Meng Chen looked coldly at Zhao Mu in the distance, and the corners of his mouth once again raised a sinister smile!

"A waste who has been killed countless times dares to be ruthless in front of Meng Ye!

The moment these words came out, Meng Chen himself was stunned for a moment!

When did I speak the same way as my second brother?

His words immediately made Zhao Mu's heart furious!

Meng Chen's words were exactly where his heart was sick! In the mirage, he was killed by this person three times in a row! In the end, he was almost devoured by the magical little monkey that devoured his soul! After he got out of the illusion, his soul was really damaged a lot!

Now in this forbidden place, he was attacked and killed by the other party insidiously!

The new hatred and old hatred made him eager to refine Meng Chen's soul and turn him into a Yin corpse puppet!

"I didn't check it for a while, I fell for your despicable plot, and now I see what tricks you have to play in front of me Zhao Mu!"

After Zhao Mu said this, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't driven the magic weapon to defend himself! If he was plotted by the other party again, his face would simply be lost!

Stretched out his hand and patted the storage bag on his waist, but he heard a hint of a sinister smile:

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just waking up now, it's too late!"

With the words, only a "disease" that made Zhao Mu break out in a cold sweat came from afar, this unlucky monk who was the first in the Qi cultivation period in the Soul Sect only felt a cold neck, as if he was being violently tightened by something around his neck, and the sharp pain instantly entered his brain!

Gu Lulu's face was full of shame, self-deprecation, and difficult to assert himself, and he fell from the air to the ground, and his round eyes revealed a trace of mist! If he hadn't lost contact with his body, the next moment he would have opened his mouth and cried!

Meng Chen, who was in the distance, did not have the slightest joy of killing the other party, but raised the three-inch small sword and flew over the ground, cutting the head in half!

After waiting for a few breaths, there was still no movement around!

But Meng Chen did not relax his vigilance in the slightest!

The blow just now was a backhand that Meng Chen had already reserved. At the moment of Zhao Mu's resurrection, Meng Chen had already raised the spider silk magic weapon in the storage bag into the air!

This thing is several zhang long, formless and shadowless, not afraid of swords, guns, water and fire, and extremely tough! After Meng Chen separated a wisp of void god and entered the magic weapon, this spider silk was like that three-inch small sword, which could drive Ruyi! Meng Chen drove this thing around Zhao Mu silently, as if he had put a slipknot rope sleeve on the unlucky monk's neck in advance! As long as Meng Chen's mind moved, the spider silk was pulled and tightened to both sides, and it could instantly turn into a boning steel knife!

At the moment of resurrection, Zhao Mu could not escape the tragic end of being cut off again!