Chapter 788: Primordial Mirage Dragon

Cut across thousands of miles, the bones are all ashes.
But when the arc of light swayed by Yang Jian approached, a gray shadow ran out frantically, evading the arc of light reluctantly, but was unable to dodge the straight-forward Yang Jian.
If you look at this gray shadow with your eyes, you will see that she is a delicate woman who is as beautiful as her wife and concubine at home.
But at this time, Yang Jian closed his eyes tightly and locked the figure with his forehead vertical eyes. What he saw was only a peculiar python with a pair of clam shells.
The behemoth that was just ten thousand li long is actually the ‘dharma image’ of this little guy who is only half a meter long.
What is this?
Yang Jian was a little curious in his heart, and he already rushed behind this guy, not daring to be careless, and shot it down.
With a hoarse roar, Yang Jian's voice appeared again with a weak woman's voice, yelling: "Spare! God, please!"
God...
This title is rare.
Yang Jian directly slashed the clam shell of this peculiar creature with a single shot, with the blade of the gun behind its head.
Yang Jian said coldly: "Self-style mana, otherwise it would be a death."
This peculiar creature trembled, and the transfigured woman let out a faint sigh, and tapped a few vital points with her hands on her body.
But in Yang Jian's forehead gaze, this thing actually didn't move.
"Do you still want to use such illusion techniques to attack me?" Yang Jian sneered, and with a light stroke of the three-pointed two-bladed spear, a wound appeared on the neck of this strange creature, and it shook with pain.
Yang Jian suddenly patted it with a palm, and the golden light in his hand flickered, and the golden pattern on his body seemed to spread out, wrapping the strange creature directly in the golden light.
The gold pattern seals the town.
This is the supernatural power of the glazed treasure master. Although this strange creature is terrifyingly powerful in illusion, its own realm seems to be only half a step away from the saint realm, but the body does not match its cultivation level for some reason, and is very fragile.
Sealing the creatures, Yang Jian was not at ease yet, and he turned hundreds of Xuangang daggers into this thing, and as long as the opponent moved slightly, Xuangang would directly be tied into a torn sack.
Yang Jian released Kitty Hawk, who was a little confused and searched everywhere, as if he was looking for the giant beast.
"Don't look for it, it's just a phantom made by this thing," Yang Jian patted Xiaoying's head, "Can you eat this thing?"
The strange creature suddenly trembled.
Xiaoying looked a little disgusted, standing on Yang Jian's shoulder, looking disappointed.
Obviously, what Kitty saw was also the woman, and it never swallowed the creatures close to the innate Taoist body, this time it was natural.
Yang Jian didn't see it through his eyes, but he couldn't help but admire that the illusion of this thing was so powerful that even the spirit beasts bred by the big eagle like Kitty couldn't see through.
Fortunately, Yang Jian's divine eyes became stronger as his physical body continued to grow stronger, and he could see through the falsehood. He was really the evil star of this stuff.
Closing his eyes, Yang Jian opened his eyes and saw that there was a pitiful woman lying in front of him, her body was sealed by hundreds of daggers, and she was also blocked by a bunch of golden patterns.
"What are you?"
Yang Jian said coldly, "I am not a person who likes to kill indiscriminately. Today I just came here to hunt the beast for this little guy. I didn't expect to meet you. You don't have to look like this in front of me, I can see you. Ontology."
The woman sighed in despair, and the light and shadow flickered slightly, turning into an old man.
Naturally, this is also an illusion, but it gives Yang Jian the feeling that this old man is the embodiment of this thing's true mood.
The old man directly spoke of the universal language, "Unexpectedly, in the tangible realm where the strongest people are constantly exterminating the world, there will be someone as powerful as you."
Yang Jian frowned, "Who are you?"
"The deity...cough, the old man is the mirage dragon clan, my clan is the pioneer of the tangible realm, and can swim between the tangible and the invisible. You see, this boundless sea of ​​chaos is just the chaos that our ancestors vomit Yunwu, huh, why don't you release the deity soon?"
The old man was full of anger, and Yang Jian was shocked at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.
Yang Jian asked back: "Since your ancestor is the beginning of the tangible, then why do you still hunt and kill the beasts here?"
"This..." The old man smiled awkwardly, "My ancestor is actually muddled, without self, no spiritual sense..."
There was a little smile in Yang Jian's eyes, and the old man became more guilty as he talked, and in the end he could only laugh bitterly.
"Who are you and why did you catch me?"
"I'm just a little monk. I catch you, but it's not why." Yang Jian put away the three-pointed two-bladed spear. "It's just that I heard a senior say that this chaotic sea, this world, Zeng There is a treasure named Mirage..."
The old man's complexion changed drastically, his forehead was cold and sweaty.
"How do you know about the mirage? The realm of Taishi has already been wiped out, and the mirage that was in Taishi was also blown up by the strongest. Today's prehistoric is just the aftermath of Taisu, which has never been spread... "
The more the old man talked in a panic, the smile in Yang Jian's eyes became more obvious.
Obviously, this strange thing is quite capable of making illusions, but its own brain is not very good.
When the mirage dragon recovered, he looked at Yang Jian in despair.
"You...oh, that's all, no wonder my short-lived parents said I was too stupid. If you want to kill, kill it. Pity my mirage clan, but today is going to end."
The old man took a peek at Yang Jian's face and continued to sell miserably there.
Yang Jian already had an idea in his heart.
If this mirage dragon is used well, it might be able to perform miraculous effects, especially when the current prehistoric saints are in short supply. If the mirage dragon’s ability can hold down several powerful enemies on the side of the strongest, it will be able to slow it down during the war pressure.
In particular, this mirage may really be a bad brain. This can be seen from the pitiful way of attacking the illusion that Yang Jian made in the previous battle with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said calmly: "You are now in my hands. How about I have a discussion with you?"
"Discuss? What's the matter?"
"Naturally it is a matter of your life," Yang Jian looked solemn, and the old mirage man couldn't help getting nervous.
"please say."
"Now that you are in my hands, I can kill you with my hands, and your body can't escape my divine eyes. Isn't this the equivalent of having your life in my hands?"
Yang Jian grasped his palm, the old man Mirage looked at Yang Jian's palm for a while, then nodded, "Naturally."
Yang Jian said again: "In this way, I have this bargaining chip, what bargaining chip do you use to exchange it with me, but I will return this life to you?"
The old mirage dragon thought for a while and sighed: "You still plot my mirage, but this is the foundation of my practice. Take it away, I might as well be killed by you now."
"You were wrong again," Yang Jian carried his hands. "What use do I want you to have a mirage? If you have a mirage, you are not my opponent, so why should I use the mirage to fight others? Isn't that a matter of sacrificing things?"
The old mirage nodded slowly: "But it's the same reason, but like this, how can I exchange my life with you?"
"You still have one thing that is equal to your life, but it depends on whether you are willing to exchange it."
"what?"
"yourself."
"Myself?"
"Yes, yourself," Yang Jian said sternly, "If you think about it carefully, is you the only one who can compare your life?"
"Myself?" The mirage dragon's eyes showed a little doubt, and then the doubt gradually became clear, and he nodded with deep approval, "What you said makes sense, it is indeed me. And only I can communicate with me. Life is compared. But how can this be changed?"
Yang Jian said, "Give me yourself, take your soul out, and make a heavy oath to do things for me, isn't it all right?"
"This... Then I took myself to replace my life with you, won't you turn back?"
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, "If I regret it, I will be abandoned by the road!"
"Okay! I'll change with you!" The old mirage dragon was afraid that Yang Jian would repent, and said in a certain tone, and then handed over a strand of Yuanshun, allowing Yang Jian to perform the secret method, and standing in front of Yang Jian's eyes. Take a heavy oath.
At the moment, Yang Jian withdrew the arrangement around the Mirage Dragon's body, and the old man transformed from the Mirage Dragon made a beast to Yang Jian and turned and flew towards the sea of ​​blood.
But halfway through the flight, the old man suddenly stopped.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Come back, dispel the illusion."
The figure of the old man suddenly disappeared, and the mirage dragon turned his head to look at Yang Jian in disbelief, but his body swam towards Yang Jian involuntarily.
This mirage is pretty ugly, like a stubby dragon with a pair of clam shells behind it.
The mirage asked in astonishment: "You, what did you do to me?"
Yang Jian played with the soul, and said to the soul: "Take a look at the mirage."
The mirage trembled, his eyes full of resistance, but he started to move involuntarily.
The billowing blood mist kept tumbling and collapsing, slowly condensing toward the center point, and a large void without chaotic aura appeared around it.
Soon, a colorless bead with a diameter of several hundred feet slowly flew up and stopped behind the mirage dragon.
Just as soon as he stopped, he disappeared again, and Yang Jian couldn't catch the slightest trace of this huge mirage whether he used his spiritual knowledge or his vertical eyes.
Yang Jian nodded, wrapped this soul with profound energy, and carefully put it in the gourd he was carrying.
"You," the mirage was crying with chopsticks, "you count me!"
Yang Jian arched his hands and said: "Offended, Brother Mirage, don't worry, I will not let you die easily in the future, nor will you let you do other things for me, just ask you to help me and help Honghuang."
The mirage dragon suddenly looked dead and silent, looking at Yang Jian blankly, leaning against his mirage beads silently, and sighed.
"Why do you creatures with hands and feet have so many hearts and eyes," the mirage sighed, "no wonder, our mirage clan was destroyed by you in the beginning, but you have lived through one world after another. It's still prospering to this day."
Too early?
Yang Jian lifted his spirits and looked at this shameless mirage dragon.
In order to ensure the accuracy of the information he received~EbookFREE.me~, he directly urged the secret method and asked the mirage like an order.
"When were you born?"
The mirage had to bow his head and honestly replied: "In the beginning."
Too early?
Just the brain of this mirage dragon, how did it live until now?
Could it be fraud?
Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, he began to interrogate carefully, what the Mirage Dragon said, but Yang Jian's Dao heart was shaken...
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