Giving up the idea of releasing his second martial spirit, Tang San tried to test whether everything happening now was true.
I have never been here before, Tang San was silent, he couldn't feel any familiarity with the scene in front of him.
If this is an illusion, then this illusion is not extended based on your own memory. In other words, this illusion is different from the last one.
The last illusion would change as his thoughts changed, although it must have been mixed with the subconscious inducement of the titled Douluo.
"Weaving an illusion?" Tang San murmured, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"If I change my mind, can I affect this place?"
He kept thinking "Notting City" silently in his heart. Tang San used this method to make his thoughts more concentrated, and at the same time, the description of Notting City in his mind became clearer and clearer.
For about a quarter of an hour, looking at the unchanged scene in front of him, Tang San blinked and gave up the idea of Notting City in his mind.
"It's really useless." Tang San sighed lightly.
Will pain be useful? Tang San's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and looked at his palms.
"But in the last fantasy, I also felt pain."
Raising his hand to hold his chest, Tang San frowned. The last time he switched from Notting City to Holy Soul Village, he vaguely remembered that it was the result of his violent running. A fishy smell came out of his mouth, and his lungs seemed to be about to explode.
It feels like exploding, and every breath is accompanied by pain.
But it was indeed an illusion, and the pain did not free him from that illusion.
Raising his hand, Tang San didn't hesitate and slapped himself hard, his cheek quickly swelled, feeling the sting on his face, a trace of understanding appeared in Tang San's eyes.
It seems that the same cannot be done this time.
Wait... Tang San suddenly stood up, his expression looking a little serious.
"This is just a conjecture of mine about the illusion. If all this is true, then what I did just now..."
Tang San covered his face, it really made me look stupid.
"But, how did I leave the prison in Wuhun Palace? Or after I successfully destroyed their plan to absorb a hundred thousand year soul ring."
Tang San's eyes were filled with confusion.
"They will definitely not take the initiative to let me go. Before I did anything, they had already fully demonstrated their unfriendliness to me."
"Who is helping me secretly?"
"Also," Tang San raised his right hand and looked at his right arm repeatedly with an appraising gaze.
"What exactly happened to my right arm?"
Full of questions, Tang San began to walk around consciously.
Regardless of whether this is still an illusion or not, Tang San is ready to leave here.
Whether it was because he was hungry or because he unexpectedly reached level 20, he needed to find a soul ring for himself, and he needed to leave here.
"If this is really a man-made illusion, then this illusion should have a scope. If not, that's better."
Touching his stomach, which was already growling, Tang San gave a bitter smile.
"If I were still in prison now, I should have eaten by now."
Walking to the rabbit, Tang San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he was really hungry.
"I remember that Xiao Wu's martial spirit seemed to be a rabbit."
Tang San touched his chin and looked at the rabbit, thoughtfully.
"If what that strange man said is true."
Tang San narrowed his eyes, "Then maybe this is Xiao Wu's prototype. After all, my cheap mother also left her own body after becoming her father's spirit ring."
Reaching out to hold the rabbit's ears, Tang San lifted it up and shook it left and right, but the rabbit didn't react at all.
"It seems that he is really dead." He recalled the scene in the cave where Ah Yin helped him treat himself, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.
"It shouldn't be. My mother is not dead. Why is there something wrong with Xiao Dan?"
Really unable to figure out the secret behind soul beast sacrifice, Tang San had no choice but to hold the rabbit corpse in one hand and walk away together in one direction.
It's not that he didn't think about using this rabbit in his hand to satisfy his hunger, but before he was sure whether this rabbit was Xiao Wu, Tang San really couldn't eat it.
Do not eat the carcasses of animals that have died of unknown causes on the roadside.
If Xiao Wu hadn't pursed his lips and Tang San pursed his lips, he would have been even less likely to eat it. What if something went wrong while eating it?
In this wilderness, Tang San didn't have anything on him to protect his life.
Relying on his hearing, Tang San walked toward the place where there was the sound of water flowing. He was very cautious along the way.
"I don't know where this is?" Tang San muttered softly, he was not even sure if there were soul beasts in this forest.
Listening to the increasingly louder sound of water, surprise appeared in his eyes, but Tang San was still careful and vigilant as he moved forward. To the greatest extent possible, Tang San reduced the noise caused by his actions.<
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Standing by the creek, looking at the clear water, Tang San smiled, he had already seen his lunch today.
Putting the rabbit he was holding in his left hand gently aside, Tang San squatted by the stream.
Raising his right hand, dark blue light surged suddenly, and a cluster of dark blue grass suddenly grew out of his palm. Each blade of grass looked very slender, but it was covered with snake patterns.
The tips of the grass blades are lifted up, like more than a dozen datura snakes looking for food. The blue silver grass is also filled with the intoxicating but dangerous fragrance of tea.
The fish in the water stayed in place, unaware of the danger.
Seeing the right moment, the blue silver grass in Tang San's palm suddenly sprang out, and the yellow soul ring swayed slightly up and down on Tang San's body. The moment it touched the water, as if it had reacted, the fish suddenly moved forward quickly.
Swim away.
Tang San's eyes flashed, his spirit ring flashed, and Lan Yincao caught up with Yu'er.
The first soul skill - entanglement.
Still want to run? If I run, my lunch will be gone.
He directly used Bluesilver Grass to smash the fish against a nearby tree trunk, knocking the fish unconscious. Tang San found a wooden stick and disposed of the fish.
He stretched out his hand to search for himself, and then looked around.
[Remember, in the forest, especially in the forest with soul beasts, try not to use fire. Although most beasts and soul beasts are afraid of fire, there are also several particularly powerful soul beasts that like fire. Once encountered
If you encounter them, unless your own cultivation is strong enough, you will definitely die.】
Recalling what his teacher had taught him, Tang San looked at the fish in front of him, feeling hesitant in his heart.
But there is indeed nothing on Tang San that can be used to make fire, although he does not have other methods of making fire.
At this moment, Tang San's stomach growled again.
This chapter has been completed!