There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

"run!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang ran away and disappeared from Xiao Jin's sight in an instant.

Fortunately, Situ Yuan gave him the Formation-Breaking Plate. Wherever he went, the fog dispersed, forming a vacuum zone of several dozen feet.

Even so, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang lost his way in panic.

In fact, Xu Changshou's fog array is also a kind of illusion array. Once you enter it, you will inevitably lose your way.

Even if there are tools to break the formation, it will take a long time to figure out the direction to break the formation.

At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang had no time to identify the direction and could only run in the direction he came from based on his feeling.

Just like that, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang wandered around in the formation for a quarter of an hour like a headless fly, not daring to fly with his sword at all.

Fortunately, he did not fly with a sword, otherwise, he would have directly triggered the killing array of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Mist Array, and the thirty-six magic weapons would have killed him at the same time.

Another quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang felt something was wrong.

From the outside, the entire formation was only ten miles in diameter. With his speed, he would have definitely run out in half an hour.

He had been running for half an hour and still hadn't gotten out of the fog. This could only mean one thing: he was running in the wrong direction.

"How to do how to do?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang forced himself to calm down and began to think about the flaws in the formation.

suddenly.

A ghost dressed in white with black hair covering his face floated past him about ten feet in front of him.

"Oh my Maya! What is that!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang was startled. When he looked again, he found that the ghost had disappeared.

Illusion, illusion.

It must be an illusion.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang was in a state of confusion and no longer had the mind to discern the direction.

rustling --

At this moment, strange footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang was shocked and looked back quickly, but found that there was no one behind him.

He turned around again in a hurry, and the ghost appeared in his sight again, still in the same position.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang rubbed his eyes, and the ghost disappeared again.

"It's fake, fake, all fake, it must be an illusion."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang was muttering to himself as he walked.

Then, rustling footsteps were heard behind him again.

He looked back and saw nothing behind him. Then, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang turned around and was shocked.

At this moment, a big man holding chains appeared ten feet in front of him.

The big man gave him an evil smile, and then floated away in an instant at an incredible speed.

"Damn it, hallucination, hallucination, hallucination again, it must be an hallucination."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang comforted himself in this way.

Subsequently.

From time to time, rustling footsteps could be heard behind me.

Every time he looked back, he could see nothing, but when he turned back again, there was always a figure.

Sometimes it is a ghost in white clothes.

Sometimes it is a woman with picturesque features.

Sometimes it's a girl with a slender waist.

Sometimes he is a pale-faced scholar.

Sometimes it's a big guy with chains.

Strange things kept repeating. Whenever he heard footsteps behind him, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang could not see anything when he turned around. But when he turned around again, he could see something.

rustling...

At this time, footsteps were heard behind me again, getting closer and closer.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and forced himself not to look back.

A strange thing happened. As long as he didn't look back, he wouldn't see any ghosts.

At this moment, the footsteps behind him suddenly disappeared.

After the footsteps disappeared, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang looked back and found nothing. He turned back again, and still nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Got it, got it.

"This is an illusion, it's all an illusion. As long as I don't look back, there's nothing."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang calmed down and began to look for the direction to attack.

rustling...

Soon, footsteps were heard from behind.

"Huh, what a small skill."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang didn't even turn his head, with a look of deep disdain on his face.

He knew that the hallucination had come again, and as long as he didn't look back, he would not be affected.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the footsteps disappeared again.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang smiled and said, "It seems that the person who set up the formation only has these two skills."

After seeing through the illusion, he quickly calmed down, began to concentrate, and seriously study a way out.

"Found it, so that's how it is, a trivial trick, a trivial trick, hahahaha!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang suddenly laughed and walked towards one direction with big strides. Wherever he went, layers of fog retreated.

rustling...

At this time, strange footsteps were heard behind him again.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"How dare you show off your mere illusion in front of me? It's simply ridiculous."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang spoke disdainfully and continued walking forward without looking back.

however.

The footsteps behind began to become hurried, getting closer and clearer.

wrong……

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang's face changed drastically, and suddenly a rapid sound of breaking air came from behind him.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw a shiny black iron rod rapidly enlarged in his eyes, covering the sky and the sun in an instant.

The guy next door at Mala was fooled.

This was the last thought of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang.

boom--

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang’s eyes went dark and his head exploded on the spot.

His soul body quickly rushed out from the center of his eyebrows and fled in one direction.

Sadly, he was grabbed by a ghost before he could even take two steps.

The soul of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang glanced at the ghost and saw a pale face through the thick black hair.

"Oh my god, wasn't that an illusion? This was real!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang was suffering from severe liver and gallbladder damage.

He felt a terrifying pressure from this ghost, as if he was facing a great cultivator in the foundation-building stage when he was at the Qi-refining stage.

On the realm of cultivation.

Magnolia is the ghost swelling, and the middle-aged man surnamed Wang is the foundation building.

But humans and ghosts have different paths.

The human race mainly cultivates the physical body, while ghost cultivators cultivate the soul.

Therefore, it is undoubted that ghost cultivators are more powerful than human souls.

The soul of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang, who had left his physical body, was actually only equivalent to a ghost cultivator at the wandering soul level in terms of strength.

When encountering Bai Yulan in the Ghost Swelling Realm, of course one would feel that her strength is extremely terrifying.

Before her body decayed, in the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang, Bai Yulan was just a wandering ghost. Although he was a little scared, it would never be as terrifying as it is now.

"Come, follow me to see His Majesty!"

Bai Yulan (A Piao) pulled the soul of the middle-aged man named Wang and quickly passed through the fog.

At the same time, behind Bai Yulan were four ghosts: Sima Dao, Xue Wujiu, Tong Huamei, and Liu Qingshuang.

Who is Your Excellency?

At this moment, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang was filled with fear. There was no doubt that these powerful ghost cultivators must be subordinates of the disciples of the Green Immortal Sect.

What kind of ruthless person can subdue the five powerful ghosts?

The middle-aged man surnamed Wang regretted that he had taken on such a terrifying task for ten thousand spirit stones.

Later, Xiao Jin put away the formation-breaking disk, silently carried the two corpses, and walked towards the center of the formation.

Although Xiao Jin is short, he can carry two corpses with ease.