Chapter 1787: Phantom Mind

"Chu Yan!"
Wan Yanjie yelled.
"You have not been attacked in the white mist, and why do you look familiar with this palace? Is it because you have known this before? It was just a veil to hide our eyes, To cover up your real purpose?
Let me be clear! "
Chu Yan's voice did not fall, one step forward, the dead language sword in his hand chopped down on the other side.
Wan Yanjie has seen the power of Chu Yan, even if he is triple-minded in heaven, at this time there is no slightest contempt for Chu Yan.
A long sleeve was thrown, and a jade bracelet on the arm flew out, condensing thousands of rays of light, converging into a mighty river, blocking in front of him.
And he reached out and photographed several other Emperor Yuzong disciples around him, soared into the sky, stepped on the Thunder Flying Sword, and galloped forward.
"Go! Three dead dead swords!"
Facing Xia Guang, Chu Yan cut off with one sword.
The frost wrapped around the sword, like the Lingfeng north wind, swept the world, and in an instant, it shattered the shimmering light into a flying butterfly.
One step out, the air rushed into the sky, the earthquake shook, and all the scattered rays of light were suppressed. Chu Yan was about to catch up. At this time, he suddenly felt that his feet were shaking.
Bang! The next moment, the ground beneath his feet collapsed.
A palm covered with armor, grabbed out of it.
This palm is as large as two or three rooms. While the palm is grasping toward Chu Yan, a blaze of flame is also condensing in the palm, spraying out the fire like the sun.
When Chu Yan saw this, his eyes swept aside, and he immediately saw that the armor covered on the palm under him was exactly the same as that worn by the stone man who was previously broken by Zuo Shuanglong.
However, judging by the size of the palm, the stone man drilled out at this time in the ground may be two or three times larger than the previous two! "Three Dead Dead Swords!"
Chu Yan didn't hesitate at this time, lifted his sword and cut it towards the palm of his hand.
The sharp edge flickered along the sword's body, and suddenly it seemed like the torrential river, the dam opened, and suddenly poured down.
The scent of Ginger Iron Horse suddenly rolled out.
Suddenly, the covered armor, together with the stone man's palm, was blasted into powder. Together with the stone man that had not yet been drilled, his head was smashed in half and he could not climb up for a while.
However, Chu Yan naturally would not let the other side just let it go. Death Sword exploded violently, cutting tens of thousands.
Suddenly, the appalling sword-mang fell into this large pit on the ground as if Xinghe fell.
The huge stone man who had not had time to climb out of the pit was immediately blasted to death.
The ground also ripped apart.
The horrible cracks spread in all directions, like huge cobwebs, covering all around, shaking it a little, and it would completely collapse.
Chu Yan did not stay in place, and immediately chased in the direction that Wan Yanjie and others left.
At the same time, his mind turned sharply.
"Wan Yanjie already knew that there were still Shiren under my feet.
It is even more clear that he knows something about this palace.
But in this matter, he has never told us Tianyazong and Sun Moon Sect before.
And looking at them, when they entered this small world, they were not attacked by the white mist.
If encountered, they will never be as calm as they are now. "
Reconnecting with the decisive look of Wan Yanjie and others before, Chu Yan even believed that Huang Yuzong, a pedestrian, this time to enter the secret place of this fairy house is definitely not as simple as exploring the secret place and finding the fairy edge.
"They came straight to something in this fairyland secret place."
Chu Yan suddenly moved his mind. "In this case, there are also deliberate possibilities for the various actions at the foot of the mountain.
As long as you have trouble with the other two cases, you have the opportunity to act alone! "
Although there is still some truth in this speculation, the suspicious behavior of Wan Yanjie and others can already indicate that they have a big problem.
This palace complex, because it is successively built on the snow mountain cliffs, has almost no forks.
Chu Yan's flying speed is extremely fast, and because Wan Yanjie has to fly with several people, even if he uses flying magic weapons, the speed is not as usual.
Less than a quarter of an hour after this, Chu Yan saw the flying sword flashing in front of him.
"I found you!"
Chu Yan's eyes flashed a brilliant.
He was about to speed up, and suddenly, a pale pink mist floated around.
And this mist suddenly became intense in the following moment, almost blocking the sight of Chu Yan in the blink of an eye.
When being completely blocked by the pink mist, Chu Yan saw that Wan Yanjie and others in flight were also swallowed by the pink mist.
"Entering Genting Fairy Palace, encountering dense fog, entering a fantasy, hurting consciousness, at this time, Qingbao umbrella."
Surrounded by the dense fog, Wan Yanjie was not panic-stricken, uttering words in his mouth, his arms shaking and scratching.
After the light flashed, a golden treasure umbrella appeared in his hand.
Wan Yanjie held up the treasure umbrella and raised it overhead.
In this treasure umbrella, there seems to be a small round of sun.
The treasure umbrella had gathered before and the light converged.
At this moment the treasure umbrella was opened, and in an instant, the light was shining.
The surrounding pink mist was illuminated by the gold in the treasure umbrella. For a moment, it was like snow in the sun, and it disappeared silently.
Although there is still a stream of pink mist constantly seeping from the surrounding void, but within a hundred feet of Wan Yanjie and others, there is no trace of mist.
"Thanks to the Nine Sun Umbrellas of the Great Brother, otherwise, in the mist, it will inevitably suffer."
As soon as Wan Yanjie stepped on the Thunder Flying Sword under his foot and continued to fly forward, he turned his head and glanced behind him.
There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "You can take it for granted. Although this fog has no specific effect, I don't know, but I know that this fog also has a name, called Phantom Misty Fog.
Daoji was destroyed and his mind was cut. Even this fairy road has come to an end.
Even the monks in the Purple House, they are extremely afraid of this mist. "
The next moment, Wan Yanjie led a few disciples of Huang Yuzong and flew deeper into the palace group.
At this moment, Chu Yan was in the pink mist, and with just a blink of an eye, he found that he could no longer distinguish his position.
In principle, this group of palaces is tantamount to a straight path.
Even if there are winding roads, there are no forks.
As long as you keep going, there will be no problems.
But at this time, Chu Yan found that naturally, he couldn't confirm whether he was going forward.
He tried to fly in different directions around him.
Calculating according to speed and time, it only takes a few breaths, and at least one position, he can touch a wall.
But at this moment, I changed several positions in succession, and each position flew a full cup of tea without ever touching the wall.
There is even a kind of illusion that Chu Yan seems to be flying straight, but he is actually going around in circles.
"This fog is different from what I encountered in the sky before."
Chu Yan calmed down and analyzed carefully.
But at this moment, he found that there was a flash of light not far from him.