Vol 3 Chapter 4615: Ten Continents, Three Islands and Kunxu Holy Land

The monk is in the mirage mist, as if he is caught in anesthetic, he will fall into a kind of beautiful illusion, and the spirit will dissolve without knowing it, until it collapses and disappears.
The name of the illusion sea, hence the name.
To some extent, the mirage is equivalent to the curse of the soul.
Only a monk with a strong enough spirit can resist the erosion of the mirage.
It is precisely because of the existence of the sea of ​​illusion and the mirage fog that Kunxu Holy Realm has become a holy ground for cultivation that ordinary monks cannot reach in their entire lives.
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"Wow!"
Shen Lang teleported through the star-scar aurora array to the deep mountain canyon at the end of the Jiuyuan Immortal Territory.
The mirage fog in the sea of ​​illusion spread to most of the canyon, and the canyon is deadly silent, and there is no trace of life and movement, and even birds will not fly to this place.
The Magneto-Golden Light lingering on Shen Lang's body surface can perfectly disperse these mists and will not cause any influence on him.
Since there are no living creatures in the area covered by the mirage, Shen Lang doesn't have to worry about being monitored by the monks.
He immediately jumped into the sky, passing through the canyon, and in front of him was the illusion sea filled with white mist.
Now that the mirage dragon in the sea of ​​illusion has disappeared in all likelihood, but the mirage fog is still there, and it is very dense.
The mirage can isolate the divine mind, and in the illusion sea, the divine consciousness can hardly perceive the scene ten miles away.
Shen Lang could barely get a clear view of the scene thousands of miles away with the ultimate vision of Asura's holy pupil.
Shuttle in this kind of sea area, as long as the route is slightly deviated, you will lose your position.
Shen Lang walked out of Tianji Sinan, and while positioning, he hurriedly flew across the sea to escape.
Before the trip, Shen Lang had already asked the Styx Teacher.
According to the experience of the ancestors of the Styx, the sea of ​​fantasy is not big, and it only takes three days for Shen Lang to fly at full speed. At most, he only needs to pay attention to the mirage dragon soul that may appear in the sea.
Although the mirage dragon is unlikely to be alive, its soul is said to be haunted in the illusion sea. It can strengthen itself by absorbing the living soul that has been dissolved in the mirage fog over the years, and it is very likely to attack the powerful monks who haunt the illusion sea. .
as predicted.
Just as Shen Lang traveled for a day and arrived at the center of the magic sea, he was really attacked by a behemoth in the sea.
I saw huge waves rolled up in the middle of the sea, and the huge waves wrapped a white dragon phantom that was tens of millions in length, and rolled up a white storm, magnificent, swallowing the sky!
Where Bailong passed, the surrounding space was blurred by the collision, which was really shocking!
Shen Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows looked intently. This white dragon has no physical body, but only remains in the state of phantom spiritual body. The soul is extremely powerful, giving people a suffocating coercive feeling.
There is no doubt that this should be the mirage dragon soul.
"Roar!!!"
The mirage dragon soul seemed to have a strong sense of territoriality. After realizing that Shen Lang was swaggering in the sea, he immediately raised his head and roared, and his roar pierced the sky.
Even though Shen Lang had a soul body with magneto-gold light, this desolate and heavy voice of the dragon's chant still made him feel the divine soul tremble.
"Damn it!"
Shen Lang's expression turned a little ugly. He was not surprised at the strength of the mirage dragon soul, but the other party's dragon roar was too loud and might reveal his whereabouts.
"Beast, don't think about bad things to me!"
Shen Lang gritted his teeth and immediately transformed into a blood shadow form, his speed soared to the limit, and he quickly approached the phantom white dragon on the sea.
The ghost of the white dragon was stunned by Shen Lang's incredible speed, and he looked a little panicked. He shook the dragon's tail fiercely. Thousands of white tornadoes were swept toward Shen with the power of destroying the sky and the earth. The waves are killing away!
The power of the tornado is shocking, and the space where it passes is bombarded with a large number of small space cracks, tearing the sky, shaking the universe!
"Blood Shadow Curse!"
Shen Lang was not afraid, the shadow that was transformed rolled up a monstrous red and black blood wave, and rushed towards the hit tornado.