Illusive threads that seemed to spread out from nothingness, like the tentacles of some kind of insect, extended into Wang Jin's body bit by bit and submerged under his skin.
Just like the hanging ropes holding up a puppet, Wang Jin is going to be turned into a corpse-like thing hanging in the sky!
Wang Jin's body began to become stiff, his eyes began to turn upward, and the breath in his body was fading at an extremely fast speed, as if under the control of such illusory threads, he would quickly turn into a corpse and then be hung up.
Become a part of that forest of corpses in the sky!
But the pitch-black figure sitting quietly on the throne seems to be unaware of all this, without any movement, as if this is the ubiquitous pure white space, this ubiquitous illusory thread, and this
The forest of corpses hanging in the sky has nothing to do with him.
brush!
And just when Wang Jin's body began to stiffen and rise, bound by the silk threads, and was about to rise into the forest of corpses in the sky, his eyes that had turned white suddenly opened.
An illusory invisible realm suddenly spread from his whole body, as if a hurricane swept across it. In an instant, it swept away the invisible threads that had penetrated his body and rolled them up.
open.
The upward force that restrained Wang Jin's body suddenly disappeared. Wang Jin fell to the ground again, and in the void around him, there were more threads at this moment, as if they were gangrene attached to the bones, still unwilling to rely on them.
Wrapping around relentlessly!
"Go away!"
Wang Jin's eyes flashed, and with a low shout, the invisible realm surrounding him suddenly exploded at this moment!
boom!
What Wang Jin is surrounded by is the prototype of the realm of PoWu. Although there is no Taoist understanding required for the realm of PoWan, there is an accumulation of true energy that is not weaker than that of the realm of PoWan.
At this moment, it exploded under the control of Wang Jin, and its power was no less than a blow in the realm of Pohuan!
Under this blow, the countless illusory threads that were originally wrapped around Wang Jin suddenly exploded in a strong explosion wave, and the pure white realm of Delirium also followed that moment.
Countless threads exploded and swayed, like stirred water waves, and then, in the next moment, they cracked like a broken mirror.
Snap!
The moment the Pure White Domain shattered, Wang Jin also retreated, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Although his was just the prototype of the Realm of Deception, it was not something that could explode on its own at will. The Realm of Deception was
Once the one-body path of a monk in the realm of breaking the delusion explodes on its own, the enlightenment of the one-body path will also be destroyed, which means that the monk in the realm of breaking the delusion will have to fight for his life.
Because Wang Jin has not yet truly understood the principles of breaking delusion, he self-destructed the field around him. Although there will not be such powerful side effects, it is by no means without any price.
However, this is in the dream world. If you use your own rudimentary domain to blast the opponent's delusion domain, you still make a profit!
Wang Jin suppressed the surging blood in his chest and raised his head to look at the figure sitting on the throne.
The figure was still sitting on the throne, motionless, as if he had no reaction to his realm of destruction being broken, as if he was asleep.
Wang Jin didn't hesitate at all. Black flames rose from the Diyuanli Fire Stick in his hand, and with a loud roar, he smashed it directly towards the figure on the throne.
The black flames soared into the sky, and there was a faint roar of a real beast. In the black flames, there seemed to be a real dragon rising up, opening its fiery mouth, and suddenly biting the figure on the throne.
Go down.
The figure on the throne didn't seem to notice anything, and just slowly raised his hand, as if he was stretching his body after sleeping for too long, as easily and naturally as he did.
However, when the pale palm wrapped in the Taoist robe stretched out, countless thin threads appeared out of thin air, densely packed, and wrapped around the falling Diyuanli Fire Stick.
Those threads were like some kind of living things with vitality. When they were wrapped around the Earth Yuanli Fire Stick, they actually seemed to be swallowing up the true energy and all the spirituality on the Earth Yuanli Fire Stick.
The black flames on the stick faded at a rapid speed, and even the spirituality attached to the Diyuanli Fire Stick seemed to be fading rapidly at this time!
This is what shocked Wang Jin the most. As a magic weapon in the dream world, the Diyuanli Fire Stick itself has some kind of spirituality. Even in the previous battle with so many zombies, the Diyuanli Fire Rod itself
The spirit on the fire stick was not damaged.
But now, the spirituality on the Diyuanli Fire Stick seemed to be swallowed up. In Wang Jin's perception, it was fading away at a very fast speed!
It seems that even the spirituality contained in the Di Yuan Li Fire Stick has been corroded by the invisible thread and swallowed up by the figure sitting high on the throne!
The figure sitting high on the throne did not make any unnecessary movements from beginning to end. He just raised his hand and created such a terrifying power!
Snap.
The black flame was extinguished, and the spirituality on the Diyuanli Fire Stick was swallowed up. At this moment, Wang Jin felt as if he was just holding an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, without anything special about it.
He subconsciously used the Divine Fire Art to activate the true energy flame again. However, the Diyuan Lihuo Stick, which had lost all its spirituality, could not withstand the blazing flames of the Divine Fire Art. It was burned into black ash in an instant and fell to the ground with a clatter, shattering into pieces.
Split into black pieces all over the ground.
The figure on the throne in front of him did not move anymore, he just sat quietly on the throne, silently.
this……
Wang Jin subconsciously took two steps back and looked at the black mass on the ground. He felt a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart for no reason.
Is this the true monk who breaks the delusion realm?
There is no need to make extra movements at all, just raising your hand casually is enough to neutralize all your attacks.
You only need to take one more step to achieve this state.
However, the difference between the realm below and the realm above is actually such a huge difference.
After standing there for a long time in a daze, the figure on the throne showed no intention of attacking.
It seems that this figure sitting high on the throne only knows how to defend. It will only take the initiative to defend itself when it is in danger. The rest of the time, there is no reaction.
Wang Jin stood there, struggling in his heart for a moment, and then chose to retreat silently.
He already knew in his heart that he was no match for this figure sitting high on the throne.
Forcibly confronting this figure will only end up wasting five days of your own time, and you will no longer be able to enter this dream world.
Rather than wasting these five days in vain, it is better to retreat first. Anyway, in my memory, there are still a few relatively weak elders on the main peak who can be the targets of my hunting.
After I have further improved my accumulation and am confident of fighting this figure, it will not be too late to come back.
His figure retreated and slowly disappeared into the thick gray mist.
Deep in the main hall, it was once again buried in the thick gray mist, silent and soundless, like an eternal deep tomb.
…
A cold and wet wind blew from the port. Wang Jin sat boredly on a beach chair on the pier, with the sun hanging across his body and squinting his eyes to enjoy the sea breeze.
Although many businessmen who were trying to secretly transport exotic beasts into Daxia for huge profits have been caught, Cao Biao is still uneasy and has still set up a strict screening mechanism in the port area to remove almost all existing masters in Eastern Sichuan Province.
All high-level warriors are stationed in the port area, for fear that someone will secretly transport exotic beasts into the country again.
Wang Jin was also captured. After killing the spiritual master of Tai Sui Hui last time, Cao Biao knew how strong this kid was now, and he felt relieved to use Wang Jin as a master-level warrior.
, assigned him to a port.
At this moment, Wang Jin was in front of the port, waiting boredly for the customs staff to inspect every piece of goods that passed the customs.
Ever since a large number of cross-border merchants were caught secretly smuggling exotic animals, Cao Biao was not sloppy in this regard. He directly killed the chickens to scare the monkeys, repatriating those who should be repatriated and arresting those who should be arrested.
As a result, there has been no smuggling of exotic animals for many days.
Therefore, Wang Jin didn't take this mission too seriously and regarded it as just for fun.
At this moment, he was lying on the recliner bored, watching the businessmen passing the inspection one after another, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
He looked at a bald middle-aged man who passed by wearing a thick down jacket like other businessmen.
This bald middle-aged man was walking among the crowd. He seemed to be squeezed by the crowd and staggered closer to Wang Jin.
However, Wang Jin could feel that the heart of this middle-aged man, who seemed calm and calm on the surface, was beating extremely abnormally.
Before this, Wang Jin probably wouldn't have noticed the abnormality in the middle-aged man's heartbeat, because this heartbeat didn't seem to be much different from the accelerated heartbeat of a normal person when he was nervous.
However, after he had made some achievements in the art of magic and had a special understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, Wang Jin was now somewhat sensitive to all abnormalities.
He could feel the slightly abnormal heartbeat of the bald middle-aged man in front of him, as if an invisible hand was gently accelerating the beating of his heart.
Wow.
Wang Jin stood up suddenly, and in the surprised eyes of the bald middle-aged man, he stopped in front of the bald middle-aged man with the hanging sun in his hand that had not yet been unsheathed.