Zhao Fan and the little savage rested for a while and went deep into the dense forest.
They remain vigilant at any time.
But unexpectedly, there seemed to be no one in the forest except them. The scale of the dense forest exceeded that of abyss!
"Is this big forest a little weird? "
Zhao Fan stopped and felt something was wrong.
"It seems like hey, a little noise, you can hear our own footsteps." The little savage stretched out his hand and slapped the tree in front of him.
The tree body swayed and a lot of leaves fell.
Zhao Fan and the little savage felt even more abnormal, because how could there be no sound when the leaves were shaken down?
You should know that there are crises in various environments in the Soul Lost Realm itself.
"We'll go back and leave."
Zhao Fan did not hesitate and turned his head and said to the little savage.
As a result, his words came out of his mouth, but there was no trace of the little savage in his sight.
Zhao Fan's pupils shrank, and he was a little confused. He was so quiet from beginning to end, but what about the skill of saying a word?
He carefully observed the ground and void, without any abnormal traces left, and even the little savage of the savage was left with no trace of residual breath.
"Illusion?"
Zhao Fan raised his foot with some suspicion and then took it back, fearing that once he moved, he would never be able to return to this position.
"Duoer, Sister Meier, have you seen where did you go?" Zhao Fan's thoughts moved and his voice came into the sea of pink.
"No……"
Duoer shook her head.
Zhu'er Daojun said inexplicably: "My attention has been on him, but as I watched, I was distracted. When I came to my senses, he disappeared."
"This dense forest may be a natural illusion array. Such a tree is a position?" Duoer speculated: "And after the young lady took a picture of the tree next to him, the illusion array was triggered?"
After hearing this, Zhao Fan waved his palm and slapped at the tree that the little savage had just photographed.
Another pile of leaves fell.
At the same time, the little savage figure re-emerged into Zhao Fan's sight.
"Brother Cai!"
The little savage asked inexplicably, "I just talked to you, why didn't you jump at me? I was still looking around, as if I had ignored me."
"Ah? Did you see me at that time?" Zhao Fan was stunned.
"yes."
The little savage nodded in confusion.
"But I completely lost my perception of you. If you don't believe me, please ask Duoer and the others." Zhao Fan said in a narrow voice: "Then I took the tree you photographed and returned to normal."
"Then I won't take pictures randomly." said the little savage.
They returned to the forest as fast as possible.
"You two are so brave. They dare to enter the Mist Forest. It must be the first time they have come?" A voice of admiration came not far away.
Zhao Fan and the little savage looked over. It was a Daojun Nitian with a bird's beak and wings. The top of his head was bare, shiny, and his breath was almost the same as theirs.
"I wonder what you call me?" Zhao Fan asked vigilantly.
"Bald Diao Daojun."
The other party smiled, without getting close, nor having the intention to leave. He continued, "Only the periphery of the Mist Forest can retreat at will. If you go deeper, you will probably be trapped in endless years. Because, the Mist Forest, each tree is thronger.
,Ten trees and ten formations, Ten Thousand Trees and Ten Thousand Formations, the formations in them are countless. Even the eternal powers can only forcefully open up the path they can't figure out at all!"