Chen Yang's mouth twitched twice, and he smiled bitterly in his heart. As the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. Perhaps his previous stage was too smooth, and now his luck has finally become worse.

The Phantom Spirit Moth is a famous spirit insect with no less ability than that of the Nether Flame Ant. It is said that it is not a creature in this world, but is carried by the monks who have descended from the spiritual world. It is born with extremely brilliant illusion ability and often hurts people invisibly and is very powerful.

But what is specific? Because this kind of spiritual insect is too rare and not many people have seen it, the classics Chen Yang has read are also vague and does not explain them in detail.

However, Chen Yang had just realized the power of his transformation ability. The illusion of the Nether Flame Ant transformed was so realistic that he almost forced himself into a desperate situation. Now he still feels scared when he thinks about it.

And this is not the main reason why the phantom spirit moth is famous. This kind of spirit insect is actually a rare spirit insect that can mutate and evolve again. As long as they are given enough time and have certain conditions for launching, they can also evolve into a spirit insect called "Thousand Illusion Butterflies,...

Although the spirit insect like Qianhuan Butterfly is still known for its illusion, its strength is not comparable to that of the illusion moth. Its potential is infinite, and it can even advance to the level equivalent to the level of the Cultivation and Tribulation Period, which is only slightly inferior to the legendary true spirit.

The more he learned, the more bitter Chen Yang felt. The two illusion moths in front of him were so magical that they could deceive himself, who was comparable to the early stage of the Golden Pill cultivator. It was obviously not simple, at least at the level of a level five monster, and there were as many as two, so how could he deal with it.

Suddenly, Chen Yang's mind was filled with inspiration and he remembered something.

"Yes, I was clearly trapped in the illusion created by the illusion moth and could not extricate myself, but my spiritual consciousness automatically operated and protected the master by itself. What's going on? And now I am not affected by the illusion. In this way, my chances of winning will increase a little. After all, the legendary illusion moth is only famous for illusion, but other abilities are very ordinary."

Chen Yang thought to himself, and felt relieved, and looked at the two phantom moths not far away, and couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

As Chen Yang expected, judging from the spiritual power movements of the two phantom spirit moths, they were both spiritual insects with a strength equivalent to level five monsters, but for some reason, the spiritual power movements they emit were very obscure, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and very unstable, as if they were seriously injured in their vitality.

Although I don’t know why the Phantom Spirit Moth is like this, I still have to be good news. Maybe I can still be fine... Chen Yang couldn’t help but feel moved when he thought about this, but he was just thinking about it. Although because of his low spiritual intelligence, raising spirit insects is not like a spirit beast, and he needs to recognize his master since he was a child, it is not easy to tame it, and he does not have the classics of deworming techniques on hand.

So, Chen Yang sighed lightly and quickly threw the matter behind his mind.

At this moment, the phantom moth seemed to have noticed that the illusion had lost its effectiveness, and its flying speed increased, and its trajectory became more mysterious. As its wings waving, it also sprinkled with silver starlight, which dissipated in the air in a blink of an eye.

Then Chen Yang felt a dizzy moment, his mind was dizzy. When he woke up, he was in a gray space, with a vast Gobi Desert under his feet, covered with weathered gravel and gravel, and he could not see the end at first sight.

The Gobi Desert is extremely desolate, and there is no trace of greenness or life. Apart from the whistling wind, there is silence!

"Oh no! I was hit by the illusion moth again!" Chen Yang thought depressedly, then his eyes flashed with light, his spiritual sense was released with all his strength, and he looked at the surrounding situation, but found nothing wrong.

Chen Yang pondered for a moment, and with a bounce of his right hand, a red sword energy shot out. With a bang, he hit a big pit on the ground. His fingers bounced, and the sword energy flew around. After firing dozens of feet, they dissipated and disappeared into the air.

Subsequently, no matter whether it was magic weapon attacks or some other means, they were found.

"This... has no flaws, and a strong attack is useless, but how to crack it? Do you really have to be trapped here to death?...

Chen Yang became anxious secretly, feeling something was wrong in his heart, and suddenly his spiritual sense became restless again.

He was overjoyed, and knew that the illusion technique that had previously cracked the illusion moth and helped him get out of the predicament appeared again. He hurriedly inspected the abnormal movement of his spiritual consciousness. At this time, he was prepared, and he also discovered some strange phenomena. He saw white light emitting from his head, and from time to time, mysterious runes were constantly rolling and surging.

Under the influence of a very obscure force, the spiritual consciousness was divided into countless strands, flowing through the whole body, and finally gathered in the eyes.

His eyes felt extremely comfortable and cool. Chen Yang subconsciously closed his eyes and opened them again, all the gray space and Gobi disappeared, and he was still standing on the steps leading to the fourth floor. Not far away, there were the two phantom moths dancing.

Chen Yang took action without hesitation. It seemed that his mutated spiritual consciousness had already saved the master twice and completely restrained the ability of the illusion moth, but Chen Yang was still confused and dared not place his hope on it. Who knew whether his spiritual consciousness would protect his master again if he was trapped in the illusion and could not extricate himself.

While the Phantom Spirit Moth had not found that it had come out of the illusion, the sleeves of the robe were whipped, and the Black Gold Tiger Winged Knife and seven or eight top-level magic weapons flew out one after another. They quickly pinched a few magic tricks with both hands. With the urging of the spiritual sense, they made a series of clear sounds and swept towards the two Phantom Spirit Moths.

He bounced his ten fingers in a row, dozens of red sword energy came out, and the ji that followed him shot out.

Then, Chen Yang came out of his arms with a white talisman. There was a small red squad in the middle, which was the small talisman treasure.

Chen Yang looked at the Phantom Spirit Moth coldly and saw that he was attacking by the spiritual weapon he controlled. Although he had a slight advantage, his strength was obviously inconsistent with his level five monster. As expected, he had suffered severe damage and his vitality was severely damaged as he had expected.

A cold light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes, and then the spiritual light in his palm was shining, and streams of pure spiritual power continued to flow into the talisman.

In a blink of an eye, the fubao was finished, and the dazzling red light flashed on the fu rent. With a clear sound, a small red ruler about the size of a foot jumped out, rotating continuously, sprinkling down mimiméngméng red clouds, emitting a scorching scent.

"Qi!,... Chen Yang shouted softly, his spiritual sense suddenly moved, and the small red ruler suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he was already on the top of the heads of two phantom moths. Miméng red clouds suddenly fell downward, covering the two phantom moths under the power of the talisman treasure.

In addition to the Jade Yellow Seal and Ancient Beast, this can almost be regarded as Chen Yang's strongest attack method.

The attack speed of the Jade Yellow Seal is not fast enough, so it is inconvenient to deal with these smaller spirit insects. The ancient beast's intelligence is not high, so Chen Yang dared not let it go rashly. Otherwise, under the illusion attack of the illusion moth, if the ancient beast falls into an illusion and strikes against him, he will shoot himself in the foot.

The gray light on the body of the Phantom Spirit Moth became rich, and the spiritual light flashed wildly, and the spiritual power suddenly stabilized a lot. Suddenly, from one to two, from two to four, and from four to eight... In the blink of an eye, dozens of exactly the same Phantom Spirit Moth figures transformed into, making it difficult to tell the truth.

Chen Yang couldn't help but be stunned. His spiritual sense strodes into the many phantom moths mixed with real and falsehood without hope, and then he controlled the scorching red clouds expressionlessly towards their respective targets.

In desperation, Chen Yang could only use this stupid method to force the real body of the Phantom Spirit Moth. The black cloak behind him was shining brightly, and the figure of the sky-blue demon bird appeared faintly, and he was about to kill it with thunderous momentum whenever he found out.

The wings of the Phantom Spirit Moth flapped faster. As the wings swung, wind pillars about a foot appeared out of thin air, holding the whereabouts of the Hongyun.

Chen Yang sneered and poured a few drops of thousand-year-old spiritual ru into his mouth. The spiritual power was continuously injected into the talisman treasure. The miméng red clouds also surged out from the small ruler. The illusion transformed by the phantom spirit moth was constantly destroyed and regenerated again.

Chen Yang looked at the battle circle several feet away with a serious face, his eyes unblinking.

Suddenly, Chen Yang's eyes flashed with joy, and he silently recited a short spell in his heart. With the breeze generated out of thin air, his body slowly faded and disappeared from the spot.

Then he appeared close to one of the many illusions, exhaled and sang loudly, and punched out with a strong force. The air was endless until it hit the body of the illusion moth, and the faint sound of breaking through the air was spread to people's ears.

With a loud "bang", the fist hit the real body of a phantom moth.

Although the Phantom Spirit Moth looks very ordinary, its body is extremely tough, Chen Yang's Xuanming True Yang Technique at this time had already reached the sixth level, and his divine power was even more amazing, and he still penetrated its head.

However, the vitality of this insect is very tenacious. The vital part of the head is penetrated by a punch, and it is still not dead and is still struggling.

Chen Yang's mouth sneered, and his spiritual power moved slightly, and his arm was filled with light. A stream of spiritual power rushed into the body of the phantom spirit moth along the wound, destroying it wantonly.

The Phantom Moth struggled for a moment, and his body gradually stopped moving. Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but his body expanded slightly and exploded suddenly.

Self-destruction! Chen Yang took a few steps back and hurriedly arranged two simple defenses, then crossed his arms to protect the vital points of his head.

The extremely powerful energy bo swept through the body of the Phantom Moth, and it seemed like a violent tornado was experiencing in the hall.

Chen Yang looked at his bloody arms and everywhere in his body expressionlessly, and couldn't help but feel secretly frightened. With his strong body, he was still seriously injured. If he was not a dual cultivation of Dharma body, he might have already explained it here.

Chen Yang was very afraid, but fortunately, there was only one phantom moth left. He did the same thing and carefully killed it successfully...
Chapter completed!