Chapter 758 Flower Ghost: Success
With a crisp cracking sound, the crystal ball instantly turned into powder and scattered in the air.
The surrounding sea of flowers began to dissipate rapidly, and the petals seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, flying in all directions, finally revealing a bright blue sky above.
The sun shines down through the clouds, the petals scatter, and the sun shines down from above, bringing light and warmth to the earth.
Ye Yang, on the other hand, frowned and looked ahead, now in his sight.
The sea of flowers in front gradually disappeared, and a figure slowly emerged in the center of the sea of flowers.
It was a strange figure. The lower body was like an emerald green vine rhizome, with a few broad green leaves growing on it. At the top was a flower petal blooming in seven colors, with a beautiful female face on top of the petal.
At this moment, Ye Yang easily found the crystal ball in the middle of the sea of flowers and found her location.
It seemed that she had not expected the sudden changes.
Ye Yang's eyes were fixed on this creature, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.
"Who are you?"
he asked, a hint of caution in his voice.
The woman did not answer his question directly, but spoke in a gentle but majestic voice.
"I am the reflection of your heart and a part of your soul. You can call me - Heart Flower."
"My inner manifestation?"
"Yes, I am a mirror deep in your heart, reflecting your truest thoughts and desires. When you come here to find the secret of the illusory realm, you are actually looking for yourself."
Ye Yang frowned, then smiled coldly the next moment.
"It's a joke, when did Mr. Ye ever have a monster like you in his heart? These words are used to deceive those young monks who have just entered the world of practice, and they can also trick them."
"Stop showing off your cleverness in front of me."
Ye Yang's voice suddenly became a bit colder, and his eyes showed unquestionable determination.
"Tell me, where is the entrance to the illusory realm?"
Hearing Ye Yang's questioning, the Flower Demon shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.
"I don't know. I only know that I have been here since I was born. Although I have gained some consciousness, my knowledge is limited and I cannot give you the answer you want."
When Ye Yang heard this, his brows furrowed and anger arose in his heart.
This place is close to the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. Without their acquiescence, how could this flower demon survive here for so long.
The other party's words were not very honest.
The next moment, he flicked his fingers gently, and activated the Tianya sword. A sharp sword energy suddenly appeared in the void, like thunder, falling from the sky and rushing forward.
Click!
A petal on the flower demon has been cut off by the sword energy.
The petals shattered and fell, bleeding red blood.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. You are such a strong monk."
The flower demon cried out in pain!
His body trembled involuntarily.
Ye Yang stepped forward slowly and walked in front of the flower demon, his eyes were as bright as fire and his tone was cold.
"I have heard of special monsters called flower ghosts. They are born by absorbing the power of illusions. They look like you."
"Just being able to practice to the realm of warriors is already extraordinary. For someone like you to be able to grow to the realm of a real person, you must have absorbed thousands or thousands of years of illusory spiritual power."
"Even absorbed the white bones of countless monks."
"If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid it won't end well."
The flower demon felt the powerful aura emanating from Ye Yang's body, and couldn't help feeling a little fearful in his heart.
But she still tried to remain calm and responded in a weak voice.
"I...I really don't know. But maybe, I can help you find clues."
"Since there is some untruth in what you said, it's no wonder that a certain family is so unkind."
After finishing speaking, Ye Yang waved his sleeves, and the scaled demon elephant suddenly emerged from the sleeves.
Immediately afterwards, the scaly demon elephant stretched out a pair of big bronze hands that held up the sky, tightly grasped the flower stem, and then pulled it out hard.
The huge force struck, and the earth shook immediately, and his rough hands directly pulled her out of the ground.
But that's why.
The flower ghost was pulled out for a moment.
Between heaven and earth, the situation suddenly changed again.
This dreamlike sea of flowers seemed to be swept away by a ruthless sandstorm and gradually disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was a vast, lifeless and barren desert.
The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, like a blazing fireball, pouring out its unbearable heat.
The sand under your feet was extremely hot, and every step you took felt like you were stepping into blazing coals.
The hot burning sensation seemed to melt the person's feet instantly.
The scorching heat and the dazzling sunlight intertwined, making Ye Yang's vision confusing.
The next moment, Ye Yang turned his sword eyes, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the wind and sand around him suddenly stopped.
Only then did Ye Yang discover that among the undulating sand dunes, they surged like waves.
Some pale outlines are vaguely revealed,
It looks particularly abrupt among this golden color.
Ye Yang cheered up and approached slowly.
With his arrival, countless winds and sands flew in all directions, and the sand on the dunes was blown away by Ye Yang's strong wind.
When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his heart sank suddenly.
As the sand slid down, under the yellow sand, there were mountains of dead bones.
The wind and sand became stronger and stronger, and more and more dead bones gradually appeared, layer upon layer, densely packed.
These bones were in various shapes and twisted into strange postures.
The shimmering bones were twisted by a powerful and terrifying force at the last moment of their lives, and their limbs were bent at an angle that defied common sense.
The pain and despair seemed to still condense on these eerie bones after years.
Some were entangled and snuggled together.
It can be seen that some were like-minded and close friends who walked together in their lifetime.
In this desperate situation, they tried to support each other, but in the end they could not resist fate and died in the illusion.
Some were covered with traces of swords and weapons.
Or they died in fighting for cultivation resources.
In this world where cultivation resources are scarce and competition is fierce to the point of being cruel.
When facing the treasure that can change fate.
The ugliness and selfishness of human nature may be magnified in an instant.
The friendship and friendship of the former fellow disciples collapsed in the face of the temptation of interests, and they drew their swords against each other.
In the end, both were defeated and fell under the yellow sand, leaving only the tangled bones.
"One general's success is the result of the death of thousands of people..."
Ye Yang whispered.
Ye Yang's eyes slowly swept across this desolate land full of desolation and death.
An indescribable sense of heaviness like a surging tide surged in his heart.
This road to immortality is like a single-plank bridge, with thousands of troops competing to cross it, and only a few can successfully reach the other side.
And the piles of dead bones in front of him are the tragic witnesses of countless losers.
The owners of these dead bones were all cultivators who had been full of longing and passion on the road to immortality and bravely moved forward.
Perhaps some of them were once gifted and high-spirited, with talents and potential that others envied, and they had also made their mark in the world of immortality.
With their infinite yearning for the highest realm of immortality, they resolutely embarked on this long and arduous climbing road full of unknowns and dangers.
However, they eventually fell in this barren desert and became piles of bones under the immortal road.
"It seems that we have entered the spiritual and illusory realm."
Ye Yang saw this and understood something.
"This illusion is indeed powerful. Even with my current cultivation, I am unconsciously trapped in it."
"That flower ghost must be a product of the spiritual and illusory realm, which means that the moment I saw it, I had already entered this illusion."
Countless cultivators fought against the sky, the earth, people, and monsters.
After countless life and death tests, they still died here,
indicating that this spiritual and illusory realm is not as simple as imagined.
Ye Yang's thoughts flew, and he became more cautious in his heart.
"Come out."
After saying that, he stomped his feet, and the sand dunes under his feet immediately shook, as if affected by some powerful force, and the sand began to roll restlessly.
As he made this move, the air around him seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread. (End of this chapter)