I Really Want To Go Against The Sky Chapter 464: Break through and return!
Mr. Wuliu runs fast.
He knows that this is Yang Fan's sea-reading space, no matter how he runs, it is impossible to run.
But the survival instinct tells him that being able to run for a second is a second, and being able to live for a moment is a moment.
He is a very pragmatic person.
Like in the illusion outside, he knew that his illusion could not conceal Yang Fan, who is also in the state of the Great Consummation, and he made the final effort without turning back.
This is Mr. Wuliu's desire to survive.
Every time he escapes, he is very serious.
"Flee again?"
"Why bother?"
"Why?"
Yang Fan silently looked at Mr. Wuliu, who had run out of sight. He now began to admire this old man, even if he knew it was a dead end, he could still run so hard every time.
Have such a perseverance.
It’s really worth learning.
"You have used soul refining on the spirit source of Mr. Wuliu, the king-level peak (incomplete), and the soul refining was successful. Jindan +10, mental power +20, skill proficiency +2."
"You have used soul refining on the spirit source of Mr. Wuliu, the king-level peak (incomplete), and the soul refining was successful. Dan +20, mental power +20, skill proficiency +2."
"..."
"You have used soul refining on the spirit level of Mr. Wuliu, the king-level peak (incomplete), and the soul refining was successful. Dan +20, mental power +20, skill proficiency +2."
Only in an instant.
Yang Fan used Soul Refining four times in a row on Mr. Wuliu who was still running away. Every time he used it, Mr. Wuliu’s Soul Void became thinner, waiting for him to use it for the fourth time. At that time, there was only one ghost left.
Mr. Wuliu, whose soul was almost close to the substance before, was directly beaten back to its original form, and turned into a real ghost.
Adjusting the moving body stopped abruptly.
He stood blankly, with a confused expression and a stiff posture, as if he had no idea what he was afraid of.
"Almost."
Yang Fan looked at the dozens of additional Soul Refining Pills at all levels in the storage space, and a smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.
From a ghost and ghost shadow, it was unexpected that Yang Fan could get so many soul-finishing pill.
You must know that the soul refining pill that has been refined in the true king-level peak of the soul like Cui Zhou has only a few more ninth-grade soul refining golden pill.
And Mr. Wuliu, just a crippled ghost and ghost, can have such a good harvest, already in great luck.
One wave.
The residual ghost image of Mr. Wuliu was pulled by Yang Fan onto the flat boat. The water was rippling and the tea was still there.
Mr. Wuliu sat opposite Yang Fan and looked at Yang Fan curiously, and everything around him.
"Actually, there is 88% authenticity, it seems that Daoyou is like a poor Dao, and is also a Phantasmagor!"
The old **** of Mr. Wuliu is there, looking like Yang Fan in a state of immortality, and asks softly.
"I just don’t know, the Taoists call the poor here, why?"
Yang Fan is a little bit dumbfounded.
Poor?
Daoyou?
What is this wonderful name, could it be that Mr. Wuliu's true identity in the outside world is actually a Taoist?
"The old gentleman can't remember the previous thing?" Yang Fan inquired.
Mr. Wuliu shook his head slightly: "The poor Dao doesn't know what the friends said, but the poor Dao is very sure that he should never have seen Daoyou before."
Good.
The tone is steady.
There is no abnormal fluctuation in the soul.
The rigid and dull state in his eyes is also natural.
Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Whether the old man has truly lost his independent personality consciousness, or pretend to act with him here, this is enough for Yang Fan.
Four soul refining techniques directly interrupted Mr. Wuliu’s accumulation of more than four hundred years of practice. Now, even if he still has the wisdom, he will no longer have the ability to take away the souls of others.
After all, he is a gatekeeper, and he has the spiritual inheritance of the Phantasm Master in his hand, as well as the opportunity supply of the ninth-level spirit tea in this last level.
Although Yang Fan is greedy, he still hasn't got enough to cut off the inheritance of others, and he can't stand the path of others.
Of course, more importantly.
Yang Fan is worried about the relationship between the ghost image here and a big guy in reality. In case he fails to completely kill this ghost image, it will be very troublesome after leaving the martial arts realm .
A virtual shadow can become so powerful, it is not difficult to imagine how powerful his real body in reality is.
Yang Fan did not dare to take this bet, he also said he was very sad and desperate.
"Very good!" Yang Fan's thoughts moved, and the two returned to the illusion of the outside world at the same time. In the pavilion, beside the coffee table, they asked softly, "The senior still remembers, why did he appear here?" "
"Nature!" Back to his familiar scene again, Mr. Wuliu's expression fluctuated, looking back at the ground for a moment, and decided to say: "The poor road is the gatekeeper here, responsible for the descendants of our race. , The preaching trial."
"Daoyou and this little friend, should they be the passers-by this time?"
Mr. Wuliu’s eyes looked at Wang Zhe, and he could not help shaking his head slightly: "The martial talent is acceptable, but the spiritual talent is a mess. This little friend is afraid to miss the illusion of inheritance here. It is a pity. "
Wang Zhe's mouth twitched.
What kind of crazy is this old man pumping here, pretending to be amnestic to deliberately hit people?
He knows that his mental talents are average, but no matter how bad he is?
Also.
The old man just hurried to hand over the phantom array to himself. Was he decisively rejected by Wang Zhe?
"Cousin is a little restless." Yang Fan patted on the shoulder of Wang Zhe’s cousin and whispered softly: "This Mr. Wuliu’s brain is amused, and the previous things are completely unremembered."
Wang Zhe heard this, and looked up suspiciously at the old man on the opposite side.
It is found that although the old man's appearance has not changed, he is still a supernatural figure of the old **** stick, but his body looks a lot more illusory.
If he used to look like a real living person before, then Mr. Wuliu's body is blurred and transparent, just like the virtual images that appeared in front of them when they were on a video call outside.
What's going on?
What happened to this old man who has just disappeared?
Wang Zhe suppresses the doubt in his heart, and does not interject.
Mr. Wuliu’s eyes fell on Yang Fan again, and he greatly admired: "This Daoist’s illusion ability is already comparable to the poor Dao. Even if the poor Dao wants to pass on, it seems that there is no more. Necessary."
"This level, for the two people, there is no longer any need to stay. Do you need to send the two people out of the barrier now?"
Yang Fan shook his head slightly, and then asked Mr. Wu Liu: "We still have two companions. I wonder if Mr. Elder can check it for us. How long will it take for them to get out?"
Mr. Wuliu’s idea was to release it, and he said it in a moment. He said quietly: “The male residence needs 15 years. The female residence needs 30 days.”
Shrimp stuff?
Fifteen years? !
Yang Fan and Wang Zhe opened their mouths at the same time.
Do you want to be so exaggerated? Cui Haolai is also a strong presence at the peak level of the guru. How could it be so wasteful?
"Old sir, are you right?" Yang Fan asked again in disbelief: "My friend is the pinnacle of the master, even if he does not have the ability to conquer the millennium spirit body, he just absorbs a pool of spirits. Fluid, shouldn’t it be so hard?"
Mr. Wuliu said blankly: "It didn't take so long at first. But he was already scared by the thousand-year-old spirit in the bath, and he didn't know how to actively absorb the spirit in the refining hot spring."
“Moreover, the millennium spirit body around him seems to like this kind of plaything too, and he is not willing to let him go, so he spends a certain amount of spiritual origin and indirectly adjusts the absorption efficiency of the spirit in the bath.”
"Now, even if the lay man recovered his mind and concentrated on his cultivation, it would take at least ten years or more to travel. Unless, he could subdue the millennium spirit and force him to restore the restraint in the spirit."
Speaking.
Careful livers of Yang Fan and Wang Zhe were almost at the same time.
Nima.
It turns out that the millennium spirit in the bath still has such a prohibition method. Is it too scary?
Ten years!
If you change them in the same bathhouse for ten years, they must be crazy!
Fortunately, both of them were lucky, and did not coerce like Cui Hao, a good opportunity for welfare, but he played it into a prison.
"However, you don't have to worry." Mr. Wuliu glanced at them and said indifferently: "The time flow rate here is somewhat different from the outside world. The ten years may be extremely long for the lay man inside. , But the two of you just need to go outside and wait for a moment, maybe you can see that the lay man came out of the barrier."
Yang Fan and Wang Zhe relaxed.
This is good news for them.
But for Cui Hao~IndoMTL.com~ is still a nightmare, because anyway, he seems to have to spend ten or even fifteen years in that bathhouse.
Poor.
"So, then trouble the Daoist to send me both!" Yang Fan pulled Wang Zhe up and politely asked Mr. Wuliu.
The deserved benefits have been obtained, and the opportunity here is no longer useful to them, and it is time to go out.
Mr. Wuliu nodded slightly to the two of them, and said: "Two lay men, go all the way, let's see you again!"
After finishing speaking, his right hand flicked gently, but Yang Fan and Wang Zhe felt a weightlessness at the foot, his eyes were black and then bright again.
Plump.
At the same time, the two fell into the water from a height, and when they opened their eyes, they had returned to the original lake.
A big dog was lying on the shore boringly licking a beast king bone. After hearing the movement in the lake, he jumped up excitedly and screamed crammed, crammed very enthusiastically.