Chapter 579 Under the Wonderland

Bun pointed out Xing's heart for comfort, smiled gerociously, and shouted, "Look where you are hiding!"

The changing picture around is broken, a strong wind blows, and the sky and the earth are rotating and recovering, creating an empty and faraway desert.

A vague and twisted figure appeared on a pile of sand dunes, and the light around him gradually calmed down, revealing his appearance. It was Qin Yan. He raised his eyes and looked at it, but there was no one who criticized the star.

Qin Yan was helpless. The bullet criticism star is expected to be good. Although he has an extremely powerful soul, he does not have the magic skills to match it. In addition, it took a lot of energy to kill Gu Wuzhi, and now he is suppressed by the bullet criticism star.

As he saw from his vision, since he could not see the enemy, he was not in a hurry. He simply sat down cross-legged and planned to slowly recuperate in this desert and restore a little strength.

The desert under the scorching sun is not gentle and warm at all. Qin Yan was roasted by the high temperature, and his skin was tanned and painful, but for a moment he was sweaty. The golden sand reflects the sun, and even if you close your eyes, it is still dazzling. He sat on the sand pile, his feet were as sultry as a steamer, his strength was rapidly losing, a lot of sweat gushed out, and his body was hot. It's like the fish fried in the pan, which is hot inside and outside.

This feeling is so obvious that the star's control over the fantasy is getting stronger and stronger.

Qin Yan has no other way but to respond to changes, close his eyes and recite the scriptures silently. The pain around him is just brushed by the breeze and ignores it.

Since he has fallen into someone else's fantasy first, he can't create a lifeless world to counterattack.

The dark bullet criticism star will not allow him to be so comfortable, and the desert under the scorching sun has not always been so calm.

A layer of black suddenly swept over the sky, and the sun seemed to be a little dark. It was a circling wind, roaring. It was the wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun, and the rolling sand and dust roared like a black beast, swallowing Qin Yan in one bite. And the hard-won desert wind can't cool him down at all. The wind is also hot and can't stop his wild sweat! A layer of hot sand quickly covered the surface of his body, rushed into his nose, and buried him under a new sand dune.

In this hot sand, Qin Yan seems to have become a fish in the oil pan and can't breathe. Even if he has the Buddha's light, he can't resist the great power between heaven and earth. The water in his body is squeezed out and slowly fried until it dries up...

From beginning to end, Qin Yan did not open his eyes and dodge, nor did he move at all. He doesn't want to waste any physical strength. He only extends his senses to a great height, carefully experience the real pain imposed on himself, and more truly understands the magic and extraordinaryness of this illusory world.

Of course, the so-called dream art cannot be built out of imagination, otherwise, for the top martial artists with powerful ideas, everyone is an illusionist. The mystery can only be realized when you fully devote your body and mind to this world and enjoy the pain and stimulation of your body.

Just when the body was cracked and dry in the hot baking and was about to be annihilated in the sand, Qin Yan felt something he had never experienced before:

vitality! The vitality of coordinated operation in an exquisite way! The network composed of vitality was washed away by his own spiritual power, and the small particles circulated. They returned to the outer track and continued to devote themselves to the confrontation with outsiders... When he put away his spiritual power, stretched out his spiritual tentacles, and explored the subtleties of this strange world in a softer way, the mystery of the illusion road was not covered. The cover was presented in front of him.

Time is not enough for him to have more and more comprehensive experience. The dark abyss is about to devour the source of his soul. He has no choice but to try to use new ways of learning to trace the source and return to the original path.

The hot sand grains covering his body quickly dissipated, revealing his almost coke-like decaying and withered body. Without sadness or joy, he looked down at himself, and then quickly grew and restored on the sand dunes and restored his appearance.

The bomb star in the dark also seemed to be frightened. When it exerted its magic power again, the sun shifted westward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sea of yellow sand was no longer hot at noon and became slightly softened.

Qin Yan was indifferent. As soon as he came into contact with the illusion, he was still not familiar with the use of it. He waited for the attack of the star in place to see what other means he had.

In the desolate desert, the sunset shone, and Qin Yan's vision was pulled by an invisible force to the depths of the yellow sand. In an instant, he was sucked into a magnificent temple in the blink of an eye and stayed in front of the empty and wide temple. Together with many monks, he was worshipping a huge statue dozens of feet high in the hall. .

He was pulled by invisible force and was about to bow down. At this time, he snorted coldly in his heart, controlled his body with a powerful divine power, and looked up at the huge statue.

The statue was shaped into a golden body, decorated with gorgeous armor, holding a pestle to defeat demons, and looked powerful. Qin Yan is at its feet, like a small ant, which can be flattened with a gentle stroke.

Qin Yan stared at the statue for a moment and saw that his golden eyes turned around, and his posture of holding the pestle also changed. This abnormal movement suddenly made the believers around them restless. They knelt down and shouted the name of the gods, and the whole hall suddenly turned into a sea of faith. The statue was surrounded by this huge power of faith and stepped on Qin Yan fiercely.

The foot was like a mountain, and the shadow completely covered the land dozens of meters around Qin Yan. If ordinary warriors suffered this disaster, I'm afraid they would have been scared of two wars and farts. However, Qin Yan only snorted coldly, and his body suddenly emitted a brilliant light and indifferently resisted the giant feet of the gods.

"The Guizhou donkey is exhausted!" He smiled and said, "It's obviously an ant with half a foot into the grave, but you imagine yourself as a god. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at after death?"

While talking, his body also rapidly became bigger and louder, and his voice became louder and louder. In the end, it roared like thunder and blew around the temple. By this time, he was one head taller than the statue, and his feet were trampled casually, and many believers were trampled into meat cakes, deeply embedded in the masonry, and even the blood stains sank into it.

"Look, without these people to give you courage, don't you even dare to play tricks?" Qin Yan grabbed the shoulder of the statue, pinched its throat with his right hand, and raised its huge body. "Brother Xing, how aggrieved he has been hiding all his life. It's better to rest early and throw a good family in the next life..."