I Really Want To Go Against The Sky Chapter 462: Prison cage!
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"This is, Soul Detention?"
Mr. Wuliu was horrified.
Nima.
For Mao, the kid's exclusive magical and secret city of master monsters in the demon clan?
The Soul Detention is specifically aimed at the origin of the Soul Spirit, especially the phantom of the Soulless Spirit like him, which is full of restraint.
Mr. Wuliu had almost no resistance, and in a state of panic and disbelief, two spiritual chains suddenly discovered by Yang Fan's consciousness pulled him into Yangfan's consciousness space.
Go inside.
Mr. Wuliu saw a small dot lying on his face watching a cartoon on a virtual screen. Hearing the movements, Xiaodou raised his head and looked at Mr. Wuliu suspiciously, and then shy away aside timidly. Continue to indulge in the plot of the cartoon.
"Zhong Ling..."
Seeing Zhong Ling’s current state, Mr. Wu Liu couldn’t help shaking his head for a while. A thousand-year-old spirit body bought by the cartoon was even more prosperous than the face-valued Yuan Ling outside.
Yuan Ling Lai Hao also got a handsome guy.
But Zhong Ling, the girl, only got a cartoon that children love, how naive and childish.
"However, Yang Fan's sea-recognizing space is really outrageous, really endless!"
Mr. Wuliu floats and lives high, looking up at Yang Fan’s piece of sea-awareness, a blue sky, and the endless horizon, with his current mental power, he can’t detect where the boundary of the sea-aware space is. .
"Sure enough, I am not afraid to be able to suffocate the pervert of the big front door. The scope of this sea-aware space is not much more than that of the old man's body!"
Mr. Wu Liu sighed softly.
His body is the pinnacle of spiritual spirit master, and the space for understanding the sea is only beyond the limit of 30,000 kilometers.
And what is Yang Fan's current practice?
It’s just the ninth level of a spiritual teacher!
With such low and shallow spiritual cultivation, he has such a vast and vast spiritual awareness of the sea. If it is not evil, who can be evil?
Also.
Yang Fan’s Spiritual Origin.
Mr. Wu Liu did not see the entity, nor did he perceive his specific location.
But the coercion and fear from the depths of the soul have given Mr. Wuliu a general understanding and judgment about the origin of Yang Fan's soul.
"At least it has reached the strength of a spiritual spiritist of level five! Even if there is an increase effect of the big front door, it is enough to prove that Yang Fan's own spiritual soul is already strong enough! At least, it has far exceeded his current spiritual thought. The original strength that the division 9 should have."
Mr. Wuliu did not bother to search everywhere for Yang Fan's source center.
Useless.
He knows how terrifying a spiritual master who possesses the detention ability of the gods and souls. In their spiritual understanding of the sea, they are like gods, unless his spirit strength can far surpass Yang Fan. No one can resist Yang Fan's chain lash.
If Mr. Wuliu’s body came over, he might be able to suppress Yang Fan by a few points, but he is now just a ghost image, a ghost image of the soul left in the martial arts realm for hundreds of years.
Without the support of the physical origin, it belongs to the rootless duckweed, which is enough to confront Yang Fan’s current spiritual origin and spiritual will.
So, he cleverly chose to stay where he was, waiting quietly for Yang Fan's arrival.
"Up to now, you are not ready to explain, what is the final reward for this level?"
Yang Fan’s consciousness emerged in front of Mr. Wu Liu.
A wave of a flat boat floats on the sea.
There is a table and chairs on the boat, and there are a few cups of tea on the chairs.
Yang Fan sat down on his knees, then reached out to Mr. Wuliu and made a gesture of invitation, which was very polite.
Mr. Wuliu nodded slightly, his expression was no longer the panic and fright he had before, but it was a little more free and easy.
After sitting down opposite Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu reached out and touched the edge of the flat boat, as well as the touch of tables, chairs and tea cups, and nodded and praised.
"The reality has reached 88%, which was a qualitative leap 10 minutes ago! I have to say that Yang Fan’s talent in the phantom array is indeed the rest of his life. See you only!"
Mr. Wuliu really compliments.
In his previous memory, he has never seen anyone like Yang Fan like a fancier, learn a magical array of heaven, and follow a casual sip of cold water.
Eighty-eight percent of the realism of the illusion, even if he himself exhibited it, is almost at this level.
That is to say.
It took less than two hours for Yang Fan to master and master the celestial phantom array he has studied for hundreds of years, and the level of the level is comparable.
This makes him an old man who has lived for hundreds of years.
Genius.
Is it really so unreasonable?
In the past, Mr. Wuliu felt that he was also a genius, especially on the path of Phantom Array Master. Few people on the original source star could match him, absolutely the kind of demon in the eyes of others.
But now.
Compared with geniuses like Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu felt that his previous pride was so vulnerable, so shallow and ridiculous.
In front of a real genius, even if it is a celestial phantom, it is only an hour or two, and it can’t be compared to it.
"The old gentleman has won the prize." Yang Fan smiled and took a sip of tea from the tea cup on the table. Although it was blurry, it was still a bit sweet in the mouth: "Actually, I also think I seem to Very good, a genius."
Mr. Wuliu laughed blankly.
Yang Fan said that although it is a bit shameless, but it is undeniable that what he said is indeed the truth.
When talking, Yang Fan's interest rose, and his thoughts were frequent.
Soon, beside the small boat, there will be some other views.
Isolated islands, beaches, trees, flowers, streams, birds, fish and insects...
As the scene increases a little bit.
The scenery in Yang Fan’s knowledge of the sea is no longer the immutable sea of water. Inside, it has added a little throb of life, and it has become more and more like a real ocean full of endless vitality.
Here is his spiritual understanding of the sea, and what he needs to arrange is only one idea in his heart.
However, when Yang Fan added the dream reality he just learned into these specific environmental factors, everything became so real.
The beach is soft, the birds are singing, and the fish are jumping.
Everything is as real as everything.
Mr. Wuliu quietly watched the changes in Yang Fan's knowledge of the sea, without saying much.
Fake is true and false.
The ultimate goal and ultimate fantasy of fantasy reality is to turn all illusions into real reality.
However.
If you want to visualize all the scenes in this dream, it is almost impossible to happen.
Even if someone cultivates fantasy reality to the level of psychic reality, at most it means that the reality of all scenes is unreal to the extent of 90%, or about 99%.
No one can break through the last one percent and completely turn all illusions into reality.
However.
As a Phantasmist, who has no dream?
Mr. Wuliu remembers the sea-reading space of his body, in fact, there is an arrangement similar to Yang Fan.
When idle, his body will hide in his space of consciousness of the sea to construct his imaginary world, and he will one day be able to become **** and sanctify, and show everything in the sea of consciousness. Out.
After playing for a while, Yang Fan withdrew his thoughts and looked up to Mr. Wuliu: "Why, is Mr. Wuliu not ready to tell the juniors anything?"
Mr. Wuliu shook his head and chuckled: "Did you not see it already? What is the succession of the graphics? It is just an excuse for the old man to perfuse you."
"Unfortunately, neither you nor your cousin are wary and suspicious. They refuse to give the old man a chance. Otherwise, the old man may have occupied the spirit of Wang Zhe’s spiritual knowledge at this moment. He stepped out of his body."
Finally.
Also admitted.
The old man really has no good intentions.
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't the senior here the gatekeeper here? If you want to break through, it's not a matter of yourself. Why do you have to rely on the body of others?"
Mr. Wuliu raised his head and glanced at Yang Fan: "What you really want to ask is why the old man has such a phantom shadow, and he is so blind and tossing, he has to think about going out of this secret realm, right?"
"Mr. Wise." Yang Fan did not deny it.
He really thought about it like this, a ghost and ghost, but not a real person, will Mao also have such desires and selfishness?
Is it fine? Is this?
"The old man is not perfect, and this place is a prison for the old man. There is no way for the spirit body to leave this place on its own."
As if seeing through what Yang Fan thought, Mr. Wuliu said quietly: "Don’t be surprised. The old man stayed here for more than four hundred years. He has already given birth to his own spiritual wisdom completely, and he got rid of it completely. Consciousness limitation of the real body."
"Now, except that I have no real body of flesh and blood, the essence of my soul is no different from that of a real human being!"
"I don’t want to stay in this cage permanently like this again without any time limit. I want to live truly, I want to live better and more exciting!"
"So, I need an opportunity, an opportunity to break through myself and get rid of this piece of cage! And you guys ~IndoMTL.com~ is undoubtedly the best escape tool!"
Yang Fan nodded.
What Mr. Wuliu said, although there are some discrepancies with what Yang Fan thought before, but the results are almost the same, nothing more than want to borrow the corpse to rejuvenate, or simply dove to occupy the magpie nest.
However, the 400 years he said is a bit exaggerated. The federal government has only been established for more than 130 years. Isn’t it 400 years before the federal government is nearly 300 years earlier? year?
What is the ratio of the time flow rate in the martial arts realm, and the difference with the outside world seems to be quite large? !
Yang Fan heard Mr. Wu Liu’s mouth before, saying that his real body seemed to be in the outside world. Although he did not directly identify his identity, at least it means that his real age should not be too old. It is certain that it will not exceed that old star of Qu Hongde.
However, his ghost image has been living alone for more than 400 years, and he has already born his own independent personality and wants to pursue freedom.
This huge time difference is really exaggerated and unimaginable.