Chapter 34 In the Fantasy Killer

Hiding in the fog, Han Fei doesn't remember how long it has been. There is no concept of time here at all.

Most of the time is used to restore spiritual thoughts, and a small part of the time is used to add confusion to the Jin Chenglang people.

In the fantasy, everyone's idea may not be strong, but with his thoughts, his spiritual thoughts will consume a trace. When everyone thinks of a question, or is bewitched by a sentence, and the same inexplicable idea comes together, the power of illusion is much stronger.

Han Fei followed everyone all the way. He was not afraid of being found, because the characteristic of the fog was to hide all his body and breath.

Even if they have experienced the Yuanying period of great enlightenment, here, the magic power they have realized is not used at all, and they can only rely on their own spiritual power. Their Lingnian is powerful, and even a trace of it is much better than a Jindan period.

Therefore, Han Fei hid behind them and watched them pass by again and again.

Of course, Han Fei can also hear everyone's resentment against him. Especially the three Yuanying period and Jin Chengyun.

The three Yuanying period felt that they were fooled by an ant from Hanfei, and their anger and resentment were enough to turn upside down. Jin Chengyun thought that he was not good at taking care of him, and his originally gentle face was already covered with frost.

"Dat, an ant dares to play with me. When I see you, I have to smash you into ten thousand pieces." Similar curses came one after another, but Han Fei listened to him with a snicker.

"Would you like to see me? Ha ha, it's as good as you wish." Han Fei sneered. After countless experiments, Han Fei could gradually figure out the role of the fog.

Moreover, he also figured out where the fog was spreading.

All the spiritual thoughts that have just recovered poured into the fog in front of them.

Everyone was moving forward. Suddenly, Jin Chengyun stared, and then an uncontrollable murderous atmosphere rose to the sky.

"Bang!" One hand gently patted Jin Chengyun on the shoulder. Looking back, he found that it was Jin Chenglang, and Jin Chengyun put away his murderous spirit.

"Follow him!" Jin Chenglang said lightly, but the coldness in his tone made Jin Chengyun shiver.

The people behind them have the lowest meta-chemical period. Naturally, they also found that they hid a big stone in front of them with the help of the fog, focusing on the cold fly in front of them.

In front of him is a huge spotted giant snake. At this time, Han Fei is hiding in the fog and secretly observing the giant snake.

"Well, with his strength, it is impossible to break through these fog mythical beasts. Let's help him behind his back." The owner of Xia Island, a young woman in red, stood up a little, and a red light quietly disappeared.

Han Fei stared at his eyes and saw that the spotted giant snake in front of him suddenly slowly lay down and turned into a little fog and dissipated.

Seeing this, Han Fei suddenly jumped up with joy and ran towards a narrow aisle in front of him.

The four people in front of Jin Chenglang sneered and followed. Everyone behind them also sneered, staring at Han Fei running in front of them with joking eyes.

After everyone followed up, the last immortal cultivation person in the Yuanhua period suddenly turned a direction.

In the man's eyes, everyone walked in the direction on the right, and he naturally followed.

However, he left the team step by step.

When he was far away from the crowd, a man in white suddenly came out in a fog. The white man was as virtual and real as a fog, but his eyes were cold and there was a circle of golden light.

This person is the real cold fly.

"One by one, you are crazy." Han Fei sneered and followed the man.

In the fantasy world, he can see the reality clearly. He can use his own ideas to subconsciously change other people's thoughts, let the fog form a fantasy array, and with the help of the power of the fog, he can be a killer in the fantasy world.

"The illusion in fantasy, the killing in the illusion, begins!" In the fog, the cold laughter spread faintly.

The man walked gently on the misty grassland, looked at the fog that had reached his knees, stepped on the soft grass below, and wondered, "It seems to be a little bad. Hey hey, there won't be a terrible sea of corpses, right? Ha ha. Hello--"

He said a joke, and then shouted to the sky. The shouts echoed around, echoing constantly, but no one replied.

"Hung!" With a sound, he felt that the atmosphere was not good. He took out his flying sword from the universe bag.

The flying sword is crystal clear, like white jade, flying around him.

A powerful momentum shook away the fog, revealing the true face of Lushan Mountain here.

"The corpse mountain and the sea of blood, can't you?" The man turned pale and looked at the scene in front of him with a shocked face.

"What comes out of what you think, the idea of fear and the spiritual idea of being able to do is actually the maker of fantasy. Born from the heart, there is fear in the heart, and the fear will push back step by step.

The old voice came from the front. An old man came with a sword, holding a paper charm in his left hand and a sword finger in his right hand. The sword finger was slightly curved. Unexpectedly, he had already pinched the sword formula.

"Master...Master?" There was a panic in the man's heart, which turned out to be a backwards of fear.

"Apprentice, is it possible that a set of magic formulas are not as good as the caring teacher and apprentice?" The old man sighed with infinite emotion on his face.

The young man looked frightened, fell to the ground and kicked the dead bones on the ground, retreating in fear.

The old man's eyes suddenly burst into blood and red with anger, and only heard him roar angrily, "Look at the skeletons around you. They all died here unjustly, and they were all betrayed. Just like being a teacher, you are unwilling to die, and you are resentful!"

After saying that, the old man stabbed the sword into the young man's chest in the young man's regret and liberation.

"Ah--" The young man fell to the ground in pain and twitched all over.

Han Fei slowly stepped forward, and the place he passed turned into stones and streams.

"The so-called illusion is just an opportunity to draw out the fear and regret in the heart."

Walking to the body of the young man who inexplicably grabbed his chest and stared at his round and white eyes, Han Fei sneered and said, "Sink in your own fantasy and regret, and die between illusion and reality."

After saying that, the spiritual sword 'Blue Sea' in Han Fei's hand has pierced the chest that the young man has been covering.

"Sss--" The dazzling blood spewed out, and the golden light of Han Fei's eyes flashed away. At this moment, Han Fei's body seemed to move slightly.

"Papa!" The applause suddenly sounded, and a fog suddenly dispersed. A group of people slowly came out. It turned out that it was Jin Chenglang and others who had just followed the 'fake cold flight' into a cave passage.

At this time, only the color of appreciation was left in Jin Chenglang's eyes. He led a group of angry people to Han Fei and said, "Between reality, there is no limit to killing. You make good use of all this and you are very smart. But if you haven't reached the infancy, you won't understand the strength of the infancy.

Han Fei raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the people behind him, and said, "People live, and basically all of them live in fantasy. This fantasy has greed and power, but more is the vast road of cultivation of immortals."

"If you want to become an immortal, you need to be immortal first." Xiadao's owner pulled his hair on his ears and said with all kinds of amorous feelings, "How can I pursue the road without the desire to become an immortal?"

Han Fei sneered and said profitily, "Yes, if you want to become an immortal, you need to be immortal first."

After tasting it, Han Fei suddenly stared at the owner of Xia Island and said, "But I became an immortal for the sake of great hatred. The sword of killing, the immortal of killing. After saying that, he continued, "In the fantasy, I will kill you first."

Thousands of swords are rolling like waves, and the fierce swords are stacked like waves, and the cold and murderous atmosphere is overwhelming. Coupled with the mixture of cold spirit and fog, the momentum actually gives people the power to destroy the world.

"Humph!" Jin Chenglang snorted coldly and slapped his hands, and a real and powerful force surged up like swallowing the sky and earth.

The two huge forces collided, but there was no strong explosion and airflow.

Han Fei's sword spirit was all smashed, and only a little bit of ice and snowflakes like starlight slowly fell.

Kan Jian, falling snow changes!

This is one of the three unique tricks that Han Fei can perform. The original power as a cover has been dispersed, and the real attack beauty has appeared.

The hidden murderous atmosphere circulates in the snowflakes, and the forces of strong and soft yin and yang alternate with each other, and a feeling of vicissitudes permeates everyone's hearts.

A bitter infarction of life and death is in the hearts of everyone.

"What a weird sword formula, so powerful sword skills. What is this? What's the skill?" Everyone, including Jin Chenglang, was surprised by the three Yuanying period.

"Bang!" The crisp icy sound suddenly sounded.

Then there is the continuous sound of icing.

Snowflakes fell on everyone, and the strong frost frost froze their bodies, and the sword spirit came immediately.

However, Han Fei's strength is too weak after all. No matter how strong his sword skills are, without the support of strong sword power, it will not cause a strong attack, especially those who are higher than his two realms.

Although everyone's body was frozen, the sword spirit on the snowflake touched, and only the clothes on their bodies were broken. However, the ordinary clothes at that time, the strong body of the immortals and the inner armor magic weapons perfectly protected their bodies.

"Humph, can such a weak attack be taken out?" Someone sneered disdainfully.

However, there are also people who frown, because they are all smart people who can feel a strong threat from it.

Han Fei, after all, only has the strength of the gas refining period, which is so weak that it is equivalent to the strength of ants in their eyes. It can cause such a wide range of strong attacks. The perfect combination of sword gas and frost gas, and the strength of rigidity and softness is so closely connected that it can be called a genius and a terrible genius.

"Huh!" The ordinary-looking immortals surnamed Yuanying, who was almost forgotten, took a step and snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew up, and the snowflakes in the sky burst out one after another, and a cold chill broke.

"It's a pity that we are not illusions!" The owner of Xia Island smiled charmingly at Han Feimei on the opposite side.

However, her eyes widened the next moment.

Han Fei laughed and said, "It's a pity, but I'm an illusion!"

After saying that, his body suddenly became illusory, a little transparent, and a fog appeared around him.

"It's impossible. When are you?" Jin Chengyun, who had been watching coldly and was angry, shouted in surprise.

Other people also looked at the disappearing cold fly in disbelief.

"Start with my sword piercing the man's heart!" Han Fei's body finally disappeared, leaving only a voice of indifference, echoing around!