The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 201: The Realm of Mirage
After Wu Yong and the other two sat for a while, the old man in the tea stall took the Bactrian camel without saying a word, bowed to them, apologized, climbed on the camel, and ran away to the south of the oasis without a trace.

"Taoist official, can his words be trusted?"

Zhong Linger activated the magic puppet with her right hand. Once Wu Yong spoke, the demonic energy would be able to cover the old ghost at any time and create a deformed demon fetus.

Then pry open his soul sea and see what the relationship between it and the mirage monster is!
Wu Yong waved his hand and said:
"No need for that. The phantom spirits in this world are just born by relying on this boundless mirage."

Mirage is a type of dragon, shaped like a giant snake, with dragon horns, a red mane, and half of its body covered with scales. The mirage dragon exhales air and turns into towers and cities, forming a fantasy world. It often appears before rain, and is called a mirage, also known as a sea city...

The old mirage of the primordial spirit can already be called a mirage dragon. Moreover, this Liao has cultivated the Great Way of Desolation and condensed a mirage pearl of the ultimate illusion. He used this pearl to open a sea of ​​mirage illusion world. Does he also want to create a small world and claim to be the ancestor?
Looking around this oasis world, with mirage as the base and desolate road as ink, this fantasy world is dotted with beautiful scenery of paradise.

"It's a pity that the old demon doesn't understand the great principles. He doesn't know how the world works, nor does he know why the Peach Blossom Land is hidden."

These all look like oases of paradise, but most of the phantoms in the world are like puppets. This is a place that has lost its derivatives, and will always stop at the oasis that the mirage monster secretly watches, and will always stop at the illusion in its stereotype.

This place cannot be called a small world, nor does it have any spiritual inspiration or rhyme. It cannot be considered a blessed land. At best, it can only be considered half a "virtual world".

Wu Yong sighed slightly. This Mirage Pearl was so big that it could accommodate the Yuanshen. If it fell into the hands of a Supreme Being, he would be able to use this treasure to absorb the Qi Sea and refine it into a real dreamland.

"Taoist official, should we follow what the old man said and head north?"

Zhong Ling'er raised her right hand, and on the Demon Puppet, thousands of Demon bones twisted [crackling] and transformed into a giant black python that coiled on the ground, blocking out the poisonous sunlight that came from nowhere, and was about to move forward to explore the way.

But Wu Yong just snapped his fingers, put away the Five Dragon Chariot, and used his magic power to hold down Zhong Ling'er who was about to leave.

"Now that I'm here, there's no need to leave in a hurry."

"I'm afraid this world is not the lifeblood of that mirage monster. How dare he use it to imprison it? You must know that it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away!"

Wu Yong opened his left palm, and boundless flames emanated from his palm, transforming into a huge red cloud mixed with billowing purple smoke, which instantly covered the entire oasis.

The myriad flames were flying in the sky, and the human disaster fire turned into crow spirits. They held Zhurong's Heavenly Fire in their beaks, and were entangled in the Earth Lung Evil Fire. The Fire Crow's body was changed from its original image of a fierce soldier with a crow's head and a human body to one with the marks of the Three Elements Flame Dao. The Fire Crow's Taoist soldier form had long been unable to bear the heavy rhyme of the Flame Dao. At this moment, the myriad crows turned into myriad crow-shaped clouds and flames, soaring in the sky from the nine realms and ten directions, and immediately distorted the scorching atmosphere of the oasis world. The people and animals in the oasis were instantly melted into mirages and wild winds by the myriad suns.

His Dao traces of Fire Dao are combined with the sacred tree Fusang, the spiritual treasure of Fire Dao, the Earth Lung Golden Lamp, and the Fire Mulberry Golden Yang Huandan that he has been taking all year round. They are much better than those of Wind, Thunder, and Star Dao. Even the Wan'yahu can no longer withstand this kind of Fire Dao rhyme that even surpasses that of ordinary Yuanshen Zhenjun.

Can this mirage world withstand it?
Thousands of fires on the dome vibrated simultaneously, turning the mirage pearl world into a hell of fire in an instant. The dragon of the entangled world, with dark blue scales and two horns, that was entrenched outside the world, looked around the pearl and was instantly burned in the eyes by the scorching flames.

"What a Taoist with a heart as hard as stone."

The mirage dragon circled the world in the pearl and roared, ready to mobilize the power of the fantasy world to crush Wu Yong and the other two.

Inside the mirage pearl, the entire world suddenly melted, turning into a white mist of mirage gas intertwined with the boundless desolate gas. As soon as the two intersected, this world turned into an endless cage of fighting beasts. There was a three-hundred-foot-long mountain centipede, a four-hundred-foot-long old dragon with a grey beard, a Black Mountain Ghost Judge walking in the netherworld, a Taoist priest holding a golden bell, and a God of Killing Military Saint whose murderous aura crossed the sky...

Everything about the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, whether it is the heroes who died in the years or the old monsters who still exist in the world, is manifested here.

All the beauty that had been there before showed its fangs at this moment.

Only the old man, riding his camel, ran wildly into the chaotic corner.

[Luckily I escaped quickly, otherwise I would have been wiped out on the battlefield.]

As one of the only two phantom spirits in this world that has survived countless destructions, the old man in the tea stall has sufficient experience with such chaos.

If he is a vicious person, give him a cup of tea and call it justice; if he is a good person, after entering the mirage world, he will be buried there and become a phantom spirit, and can also live forever; but if he is a vicious person who cannot be provoked, the old man will only half test and half remind him, and ask him to try his luck in the layers of phantom worlds.

Mirage Zun likes these kinds of changes brought about by outsiders the most.

Even though those people will eventually be buried here.

But when he met a person who gave even the Mirage Lord a headache, the old man could not care less. Of the thirty-six strategies, running away was the best one...

At this moment, the mirage pearl fantasy world has become a killing cage.

Even a strong man like Cihang Pudu would lose his limbs after entering this world, and with nowhere to go, he crashed into the wall of this world and retreated in a hurry. The mirage is invisible and formless, and the wild air devours the soul and seizes the way. Even if the great Yuanshen stays for too long, he will probably die.

"Look, you're in a hurry now?"

Wu Yong raised his left hand high and smiled. The leader of the Ten Thousand Crows, the Golden Crow Taoist Soldier, had now completely transformed into a three-legged Golden Crow holding fire, standing on Wu Yong's left arm.

Thousands of flames hovered in the air above the dome, forming a homage to the Emperor Fire by thousands of crows. No matter how terrifying the mirage beasts in the four directions were, the Emperor Fire above their heads could always defeat them.

As the mirage dragon exhaled outside the world, the huge and wild beasts in the cage of this fantasy world began to move.

The old dragon with a grey beard was winding, and his body was circling up. Ten thousand thunders were flying in the sky, and the water was surging. The thunder and water covered a hundred miles, as if destroying the sky. The Black Mountain Ghost Judge was hidden in the black clouds, and his hand was holding a square seal. Looking sideways, what kind of seal was that? It was clearly a city of wrongly dead ghosts. The mute sounds in the city were heard from afar, like a dark song or a ghost play.

What interested Wu Yong the most was the giant golden-backed centipede that was as tall as a mountain range. Its violent demonic aura was mixed with golden light, making it even more terrifying than the blue dragon. Its ferocious sharp feet were radiant with light. Fierceness and magnificence appeared on this mountain golden centipede at the same time. If one only looked at its appearance, it looked like a guardian of the heretic sect.

Wu Yong saw his prey in his heart, and released the leader of the ten thousand crows, the Golden Crow Spirit. Golden flame chains hung down from the Ten Thousand Flames Emperor Fire, and he swung his right hand back and forth, and the nine-section bamboo staff suddenly stretched out and turned into a two-meter-long spear.

"Leave the three mirages of Cihang Pudu, Heishan Guipan, and Fushui Canglong to me. I will let you two practice with the Taoist priest and the military saint."

With a swipe of the green spear, Wu Yong disappeared from the spot in an instant. The spear was used to pierce the old dragon's claws, and the front half of the old dragon's body was directly lifted up. In terms of wrestling, with the nourishment of the Great Way of Returning to the Pill, Wu Yong's body is no longer comparable to that of ordinary creatures.

It is just like the first chapter of practicing the elixir of life. Plants and trees are easily withered, and flesh and blood also rot. Only the essence of heaven and earth, the essence of the void, and the eternal nature of gold and stone contain the great way within and manifest immortality without, and they should be eternal.

The old dragon with grey beard came with thunder and water, but Wu Yong blocked it with one hand with his spear, and held the power in his left hand beside his dantian. Three traces of divine patterns of thunder, fire and wind covered his body, transforming him into the appearance of a god. He blasted out with one blow, and the three-colored divine light penetrated a hundred miles and blasted the old dragon out of the mirage range, leaving no trace of him.

He was helpless and had no other skills. He only used the Three Disasters Dao Marks to build up his strength. With this punch, the Three Disasters Dao Marks exceeded ten thousand Daos. Even with a body of the original spirit, who could block it head-on?
What's more, it is just the energy of mirage.

Wu Yong held the Qing Spear upside down and slowly approached the Ghost Judge and the Golden Centipede. He looked up at them and saw fierce gleams in their eyes as they struggled with the golden flame chains that were hanging from the dome by thousands of crows.

Before he knew it, a ray of golden light flashed from the ground. Suddenly, the Black Mountain Ghost Judge was pierced through by a long spear that was shining with three-colored divine light and was nailed to the empty ground.

Wu Yong descended from the sky again, and with a sweep of his black and yellow iron sleeves, he easily took off the head of the Black Mountain Mirage.

On the body of the Ghost Judge on the ground, the two energies of Mirage and Desolation were circling madly, and were about to replace his head and body.

But how could Wu Yong let him do as he wished? A fire crow descended from the sky in an instant like a spirit, and devoured the mirage corpse like vultures fighting for food, cutting it into pieces and trapping it in the belly of the fire crow.

Did the golden centipede mirage seem to feel threatened? Or perhaps the mirage monster behind it started to make new moves. After the crows scattered to eat the mirage of the Black Mountain Ghost Judge, the Emperor Fire Formation seemed unable to suppress the giant centipede. It flashed with golden light and instantly broke through the golden flame chains that were intertwined in the sky. While Wu Yong's mind was still on the Ghost Judge's mirage, the more than 400-foot-long mountain centipede body pounced on Wu Yong from behind, and even a large number of fire crows were directly crushed into red clouds...

"I have heard that there are masters of illusion such as Shuiyue, Jinghua, Jinghong, etc., who can transform all spirits and make them as transparent as their true selves, with their bodies and spirits as one. Even the illusionary spirits do not know what they are and still think they are their true selves."

"This old demon's empty way can be considered inferior."

Besides, this desolate road is actually nothing special.

Wu Yong's disappointed voice came from under the golden centipede. The hideous fangs of the beast bit Wu Yong's left arm, but it could not penetrate even a little bit into the fair skin.

After waiting for a long time, the three virtual forms of the primordial spirits did not show any magical powers, only the Yin Lei Gui Shui Dao of the old dragon and the Brahma Dao great power of the golden-backed centipede. But can this be called great power?
With a cold snort from Wu Yong, the mountain centipede that was coiled for more than four hundred feet suddenly turned over, and was grabbed by Wu Yong's fangs head with one hand and knocked to the ground. Three-colored divine light burst out from Wu Yong's palm again, destroying it with one blow, shattering the struggling golden armor and breaking the golden centipede's body into dozens of sections.

The thousands of crows in the sky did not need Wu Yong's guidance. They leaned down and playfully shared the mirage.

What surprised Wu Yong was that the crow soldiers' spirits could not withstand the flames of the Three Elements and the traces of the flaming path, but after consuming the mirage, they showed a tendency to transform into the golden crow.

[Could it be that this art of transformation is also useful for the energy of the Ten Thousand Crows' Fire? ]

[Yes, the Ten Thousand Crows Pot was originally modeled after the Golden Fire Lamp in the Palace of Light of the God of Fire. It uses fire to transform thousands of crows, takes the Dao of Fire as its foundation, and takes illusion as its principle...]

Thinking of this, Wu Yong's eyes lit up slightly, and he slowly looked around this fantasy world.

(End of this chapter)