Chapter 35 Fantasy Killer Next
When Han Fei's sword pierced the man's heart, Han Fei had already found the hybrid of the fog, so he escaped earlier, leaving the illusion of spiritual thoughts and fog.
"Damn it!" Jin Chengyun's gentle face became ferocious again, and his fierce breath burst out.
Far away, Han Fei circled behind everyone. There was a fog, and he would definitely become a killer.
The sky began to be gloomy, and the black rain was dripping, as if everyone's painstaking efforts were corroding the earth under their feet.
The white fog began to be chaotic, and a group of people rushed in. They were not aimless. Under the leadership of Jin Chenglang, they strengthened their faith in their hearts and went all the way forward.
At the main peak of Jinpeng Mountain, everyone finally stepped in, and they walked up to the top of Jinpeng Mountain.
Han Fei hung behind with an indifferent face. As soon as his spirit came out, another immortal cultivater was suddenly confused.
He was an immortal cultivation person in the late Yuanhua period. Unlike before and today, he was inexplicably in a fantasy with more mind, just like those who died in his own hands.
With his real ability, he came to the current state step by step. He is a Sanxiu. This time, he followed the crowd to get some benefits.
Han Fei looked at him coldly and suddenly fell down. Ten days, people have died every day for ten days. In Han Fei's special fog, he has been entangled with these people for ten days. Thirteen immortal practitioners were led out of the heart demons by Han Fei's use of the fog, or fell into the illusion, and saw the best fairy grass in their hearts that they had always wanted to come to alchemy.
They left the team one by one and were assassinated by Han Fei one by one.
In terms of real strength, I'm afraid Han Fei can't even touch their fingers.
But people always live in lies. To die, you need to die in the illusion.
Died in their own hands, looking at the enemies they were afraid of, their hands dug out their hearts.
Some people don't understand the truth until they die.
At the moment of death, they saw clearly where the enemy came from and where their betrayed friends came from.
Isn't it your own hand holding your heart? The bloody touch and the beating heart are all their own.
They were unwilling to die. They widened their eyes, but they could only see a fog.
"Puff!" What Han Fei paid was only his spiritual thoughts and the price of a few mouthfuls of blood.
Wipe away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his pale face took a long time to recover.
Looking at Jin Chenglang and others who had climbed to the top of the real Jinpeng Mountain, Han Fei smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth.
Now there are only ten people left on the other side. Except for Jin Chenglang's three Yuanying period and Jin Chengyun Jindan in the later period, the rest are all in the early stage of Jindan and the middle period of Jindan. Their magical powers can't be used either. What they can rely on is only their magic weapons and powerful spiritual power.
Here, they are strong enough to cover the whole Pengxian Island, which is useless.
Hiding in the fog, Han Fei had only one idea in his heart.
"With the help of more fog to condense the virtual body, with the help of fog to hide the body shape and breath."
On the top of Jinpeng Mountain, a scroll is floating. He looks like a fog, shaped like a picture scroll, but it is condensed by the fog. It is the almost solid Xumi fantasy map, which is this thing.
"As long as you have this magical ancient map, it is not enough to recover the evil dragon. At that time, as long as you have enough power, you can still summon the evil dragon to fight. What kind of power is this?" Everyone imagined it at the same time.
Han Fei looked at their faces in the dark and sneered in his heart.
I'm afraid the real effect of the Xumi fantasy map is this fog. The fog is between virtual and real, which can be tangible and intangible. The key lies in the hearts of the people!
"Between Xumi, it's all false. But when you think it's real, it's real.
Jin Chenglang snorted coldly and shocked everyone. He looked at the owner of Xia Island. As agreed in advance, he took a step forward, condensed all his spiritual power into a pair of big hands, and grabbed the Xumi fantasy map in the air.
However, the big hand threw it from the Xumi fantasy map and grabbed it.
Everyone was stunned, and Han Fei was also stunned. He looked at the Xumi fantasy map floating in the void.
It seems tangible but invisible, you can't get it if you want it.
Everyone came up with a way. Jin Chengyun roared angrily. He was so excited that he had already abandoned the false mask. Looking at the original large team who disappeared inexplicably one by one because of Han Fei, and then found them all the demons or suicide-like deaths, Jin Chengyun's heart was about to be broken, and his anger was about to burst.
At this time, there is a picture but can't get it. He is extremely "missing" the black-haired and white-eyed young man who brought to the hall of Pengxian Island.
"We can't get it. Are we too anxious?" An old man with a goatee said in a deep voice.
This is really like a bolt from the sky, which woke up everyone.
Those who can reach Jindan Avenue, if they are not fools who get great opportunities, they are geniuses with outstanding talent.
Han Fei suddenly woke up in the dark and said with a wry smile, "It seems that standing in front of Baoshan, he almost lost his mind."
After saying that, his eyes became clear in an instant. Looking at the Xumi fantasy map, although the appearance is still the same, the illusion has disappeared.
However, Han Fei still smiled coldly.
Jin Chenglang and others, like Han Fei, are clear-minded. When they look at the Xumi fantasy map, they can already look at it smoothly.
Confidently reaching out and grabbing it, Jin Chenglang really grasped the Xumi fantasy map.
As soon as it was caught, the Xumi fantasy map suddenly turned into a fog in the golden waves. The fog rolled and gradually condensed. In a while, it became a small token. On the back of the white jade-like token was a double-headed dragon, and the front was like a mirror, shining on the white fog-like world inside.
"Hahahaha!" Jin Chenglang laughed loudly, and everyone congratulated him.
The owner of Xia Island smiled softly and said, "Lord of Jin Island, now you are happy to get precious treasures, but you have to keep your promise. That underwater vein belongs to my Xiafeng Island."
"Hahahaha, it's easy to say." Jin Chenglang smiled happily and grabbed the token and dripped a drop of blood.
At this time, he was extremely excited in his heart. The acquisition of Qibao was the first one. Second, after he recognized the master with blood, he miraculously felt a trace of growth in his cultivation, which made him overjoyed.
For many years, I haven't felt the growth of cultivation for many years. Now I only have to increase my cultivation a little. If I get more treasures, isn't there a hope for a breakthrough?
"Hahaha, big brother got Qibao today. After going back, he will definitely hold a big banquet in March to find you to help." Jin Chengyun looked at Jin Chenglang laughing there, and his ferocious face also turned back to gentleness.
This makes the hidden ridicule of those who hide in the dark.
When they all went far away, Han Fei still stood still. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Han Fei simply found a place and lay down comfortably.
Recalling the laughing posture of Jin Chenglang just now, Han Fei laughed and said, "Xumi Fantasy Map tests his own mind. The stronger the state of mind, the stronger the power, and the stronger the illusion. Live in your own greed, Jin Chenglang. When I step on the same height as you, I will fight with you, but you have to come out of your own fantasy.
The moon was in the sky, and there was silence around, only the sound of the wind suddenly blew.
The fog around condensed again.
In the fog where he reached out and couldn't see his fingers, Han Fei's eyes suddenly lit up.
"The end of light is the same as darkness." Looking around, it is completely blank, which is simply the darkness of light.
In a while, the thick fog dispersed, and the Xumi fantasy map appeared again on the top of Jinpeng Mountain.
Han Fei stepped forward with a smile, and his mind was stable, without a trace of distracting thoughts.
Reaching out and grabbing, Han Fei's whole body suddenly became excited. In the original beads in his body, a killing idea came out. Han Fei secretly shouted that it was not good, but it was too late. In this killing idea, there was also Han Fei's own killing idea.