Chapter 190

"What's going on!"

Yang Xuan stared. The golden dragon was tens of meters long, and one claw was much bigger than him, but now it disappeared out of thin air.

The overwhelming pressure also dissipated, and even the thick white fog on the surrounding ground dissipated invisibly, exposing the colorful ground.

"Hallucinations?"

He suddenly thought of this possibility. When he was in the Li wasteland, the little Panther once used it. If it weren't for the strange heavenly eye and the ability to break the illusion, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found it at that time.

But now the golden dragon is much more real. He can even remember the delicate scales on the Golden Dragon.

What puzzled him most was how he would get hurt if it was an illusion?

Yang Xuan looked at the silver shield, which was smooth and abnormal without leaving any trace.

"Wait a minute, it's the silver shield!"

His complexion suddenly became strange. Looking at the shield in front of him, his eyes were dignified: "every time I was injured, it was an incidental injury after the silver shield was repulsed. If it was really a legendary dragon, how could it have no other attack methods without saying whether the silver shield could be stopped?"

Judging from the spiritual pressure he felt before, even if the Golden Dragon released some moves at will, as long as he was infected with a little, he would die. However, the other party only used the flesh to attack, and all of them were carried out after he sacrificed the silver shield.

This also led to the fact that every injury of Yang Xuan was actually impacted by the silver shield.

His face became more and more gloomy. With this guess, when the silver shield was about to shrink, he didn't take it back, but held it tightly in his hand, just in case.

The spiritual power in his body was mobilized. The flash of blue light before was the spiritual power cultivated by Sanyuan quiet resolution. At this time, he gathered all those spiritual powers into the sea of consciousness to keep awake.

"Thanks to the meditation effect of this skill, otherwise, it may really be planted here."

Yang Xuan said in his heart that the heavenly eye and divine knowledge were suppressed here and could not be released. He almost got the way. Now he returned to God and looked at the surrounding environment immediately.

Those white fog now seems to be fantasy, and the whole space is bright and clear.

The ground is a colorful rock, uneven, and there are many strange plants on it. Yang Xuan just glanced at it, but he didn't know any of them.

In the center of this space, there is a small pool, which is as big as two people holding together. Among them, there is a light blue spring, which is turning and surging, and there are wisps of mist surging up.

On the edge of the pool, there is a knee high strange flower. It is dark all over. The leaves are the size of a palm. There are many lines on it. It looks like faces one by one. The flowers are dark purple. There is a fruit emitting light black gas in the center. The cold feeling is still clearly introduced into Yang Xuan's heart even tens of meters away.

He just stared at the fruit of the black fog. After two breaths, he felt goose bumps all over his body, and strange sounds came out of his ears.

Suddenly, in the small pool, a figure suddenly rushed out.

This is a man as like as two peas in a blue shirt. His face is indifferent, and he is irresistible. It is exactly the same as Yang Xuan, a man who once saw a great deal in Qingzhou.

As soon as the figure appeared, he immediately squeezed his fist and roared towards Yang Xuan.

"Hallucination, hallucination!"

He said in his heart, his look remained unchanged, and a trace of blue luster flashed in his eyes. The figure immediately blurred, and it slowly disappeared after several breaths.

"Can't you even deal with the three yuan quiet formula?"

Yang Xuan frowned. When the figure was blurred just now, it flickered a few times. At the beginning, there was a sign to be clear. Fortunately, he quickly removed his eyes from the fruit, and the figure disappeared completely.

"It seems that that thing is the source of illusion."

He was relieved that as long as the illusion was not artificial, everything would be easy to say.

He looked away from the plant, and his body slowly leaned over.

If he can produce such a strong illusion, the spirit grass must not be an ordinary thing. Naturally, he will not let it go.

With the shortening of the distance from the spirit grass, some strange scenes appeared in front of him from time to time. Fortunately, as long as he didn't look directly at the strange fruit, the illusion could be resolved by the ternary quiet formula.

Tens of meters away, in the twinkling of an eye.

The sound of the spring water surging in the small pool came into his ears. The rich aura of spiritual power penetrated through the pores of his body and slowly penetrated into his body, making people feel very comfortable.

"These mists are all psychic powers."

Yang Xuan was shocked. Looking at the light fog floating in front of him, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand. Those fog immediately circled around his hand, and then poured into his meridians along his fingertips. However, after a few breathing times, the previously consumed spiritual power was completely supplemented, frightening him to quickly retract his hand.

The spiritual power here is the essence of mountains and rivers. He can't refine it yet. Excessive absorption will only damage the meridians.

He turned his eyes to the small pool below. For a moment, he forgot about the spirit grass.

The spring water is blue and bottomless, emitting a long light.

Yang Xuan's heart moved and quickly searched in the storage bag. After a long time, he took out a earthen pot.

These were all the sundries that the man in black had put in the storage bag, but now they came in handy. He tried to put the earthen jar down and fill it with Lingquan.

However, he had just picked up the earthen pot. After the Lingquan left the surface, it suddenly turned into a white fog, gushed out and dissipated in the air.

Yang Xuan frowned. These mountains and rivers were rare. Although they could not absorb them for the time being, they could not be used in the future, so it was a pity to give up like this.

He filled a jar again, and then pointed out that a layer of spiritual force film was formed on the top of the jar.

After some nervously picked up the earthen jar, the fog seeped out on all sides again. Looking back, the Lingquan had long disappeared.

"That's all."

Yang Xuan shook his head in disappointment and didn't try again.

He didn't have a special instrument to store the spirit liquid. He couldn't collect the spirit liquid only by these worldly things.

Second, he set his eyes on the living spirit grass.

In order to prevent being disturbed by the illusion, he didn't look directly at the fruit, but stared at the root of the spirit grass. After wrapping his palm with spirit power, he pulled it up.

If there are experts here, they will scold him. They are strange plants in heaven and earth. They don't pay attention to protection at all, so they are pulled up.

Yang Xuan naturally didn't know the doorway. He just stuffed the spirit grass into the storage bag as in Li's wasteland.