I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

There is a fog all around, which can obscure the divine sense, and even the perception is weakened to the extreme, as if falling into the realm of the saints, this is Zhang Yi's feeling at this time.

Even if there was only a gap between the time before and after he and Shen Yuanyi went deep into the lake, at this time he had already lost each other's trace.

Not only Shen Yuanyi, but also the many saints who entered the lake seemed to have disappeared at this time, unperceived by Zhang Yi.

"As expected of the Land of Three Thousand Weak Waters."

"Its mist can suppress the perception of a saint, and on this lake, although a small boat made of orchid wood can be used to move forward, the movement of the true energy in the body is also obscure and difficult to mobilize."

Zhang Yi calmed down and comprehended quietly, and soon he had an accurate understanding of his current state.

To put it simply, the combat power of saints entering this heavy water lake has been greatly weakened, which will increase a lot of risks when crossing.

"Weak water can eliminate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it can greatly suppress the true essence."

"But vigor is bred by the physical body, and my physical training is not affected. Thinking about it this way, I have a lot of advantages in this regard."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, analyzing the surrounding situation, and the eyes of insight were also opened, always on guard for movements in all directions.

In such a strange land, although his combat prowess is extraordinary and his physical training is not affected, he will not be arrogant because of this.

After all, being cautious is a necessary condition for exploring various secret and dangerous places. Only in this way will the gutter not capsize.

...

"Huh, huh, huh."

The wooden boat broke through the water surface, rippling and rippled, and with the sound of waves, it went deep into the lake.

Although it is difficult for Zhang Yi to see through the layers of fog, he can still discern the direction and rush to the place of good fortune, so as not to get lost on the way.

In this way, half a day passed quietly.

"Um……"

"What's the matter with that position?"

Half a day passed, and nothing happened along the way. At a certain moment, Zhang Yi, who was standing in the front of the wooden boat, twitched his eyebrows and looked to one side.

At this time, he felt a strange fluctuation.

In this place of weak water, the fluctuations of aura and true essence were infinitely weakened, but Zhang Yi still found out.

This only shows that the source of the fluctuation is very close to him.

"Hmm... It seems to be a bloody breath, and there is still a strange vicious and tyrannical meaning remaining in the void."

Zhang Yi's eyes flicked to the right, and he had some guesses in his mind. Then, without much hesitation, he drove the wooden boat to the source of the fluctuation.

In this weak-water lake shrouded in mist, spiritual thoughts and perceptions are suppressed, blindly avoiding is not reliable, but may lead to a more dangerous situation.

Take the initiative to attack and understand some situations, but may avoid some traps.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Yi broke through the waves.

It didn't take too long, that is, after more than 20 breaths, he rushed to the source of the abnormal fluctuation.

...

Layers of fog thinned as the distance approached, and Zhang Yi got a glimpse of the scene ahead.

In front, there are wooden fragments of different sizes scattered on the surface of the lake, among which there is a blood-colored blush spreading out, and a mutilated arm is hanging down to the bottom of the lake...

This scene formed a terrifying picture.

A saint has fallen, and its wreckage is scattered all over the lake, which is extremely horrific!

As for the identity of the fallen wreckage, its face was already indistinguishable, but Zhang Yirang could still recognize the residual aura of its body.

The other party was one of the saints of the secondary forces who stayed behind and chose to cross the lake.

"Just half a day later, there was an accident, did some saints fall?"

"From the beginning to the end of the battle, it should be fleeting. Even if the saints of the fourth heaven fall, it seems that there are really vicious monsters at the bottom of this lake."

Zhang Yi caught a glimpse of the scene in front of him, and couldn't help murmuring, his eyes swept across the entire battlefield, and his eyes couldn't help becoming more serious.

A saint passed away quietly in a very short time, and even his body was scattered all over the water.

Even Wan Xing and the others couldn't easily achieve such a crushing posture.

After all, there were not just one secondary force saint who chose to cross, but a total of three.

The three fourth-level heavenly saints reported to the group, but even so, one person was swallowed up, which shows that the fierce beasts at the bottom of the lake have excellent combat power.

This reminds Zhang Yi not to underestimate him.

"That is."

Suddenly, Zhang Yi, who was observing the traces of the battlefield, noticed something. He couldn't help but feel moved, and looked at a stump and broken arm floating in the water ahead.

It was a small piece of the right forearm, the palm of which was white and lifeless, and the broken part was bloody and pitted, as if it had been torn off abruptly, without any neatness to speak of.

What Zhang Yi paid attention to was what was contained in the bloody severed arm.

It was a completely different breath from the mutilated body, vicious and tyrannical.

"Photograph!"

On the wooden boat, Zhang Yi only heard a low shout, and grasped his right palm in the air, and suddenly there was a gravitational force.

And a black object pierced through the void, floated out from the severed arm, and fell into Zhang Yi's palm.

Zhang Yi looked down and found that it was a piece of short black hair the length of a finger. It was dark in color, as hard as iron, and had a kind of wild coercion.

"It turned out to be this fierce beast."

There was a flash of light in Zhang Yi's eyes.

Then, relying on the analysis given by the eye of insight, his heart was shocked, and he really understood the true face of the monster at the bottom of the lake that attacked and killed the saint.

Immediately, Zhang Yi's complexion became a little playful.

"Something interesting."

"It must be that the two saints in the Yellow Spring Valley have received some news, but they didn't expect that the monsters at the bottom of the lake have mutated, otherwise how dare they split into two groups?"

"It seems that there will be twists and turns in the process of crossing, and the saints of that secondary force may also wipe out the entire army."

This thought flashed through Zhang Yi's mind.

Then there was a buzzing sound, and a ray of light emerged from between his brows, suspended three feet above his head steadily, and cast a thin curtain of light to envelop the entire wooden boat.

This is the Xuantian Mirror, which is comparable to a high-level treasure.

Although the three thousand weak water lakes can isolate the spiritual energy, the true essence of the saint is also suppressed.

But the Xuantian Mirror is a high-level treasure after all, its grade is extremely high, and its interior is a world of its own, with the core of Lieyang, so it has little influence on it.

"I hope that fierce beast is interested, otherwise I will have to fight again."

In the boundless fog, there is a vast expanse of whiteness in all directions.

And Xuantian mirror sprinkled cold light, like a bright light, dispelling the silence around, bringing a ray of light, making people feel at ease.

After finishing this step, Zhang Yi stepped hard, and the power of Wanyue's giant spirit body was running, driving the wooden boat to break through the waves and go deeper.