"Whoosh!"
Yang Fan waved his hand and set up a miniature version of the Six Paths of Reincarnation illusion array on Huyan Jingde's tombstone.
The materials for the array were some leftover materials that he usually collected. Although they couldn't maximize the power of the array, with the help of Yang Fan's Perfect Array, the miniature version of the Six Paths of Reincarnation illusion array still made Huyan Jingde cry out in surprise.
"Holy sh * t!"
"How is this possible?!"
"How did he do it?!"
"Did I meet a monster?!"
Huyan Jingde asked three questions in a row. His Divine Soul fluctuated violently, as if it was going to explode out of control.
Fortunately, he didn't have a body now, so he was shapeless and intangible. Otherwise, with his current state of uncontrollable excitement, his eyeballs and chin would probably all fall to the ground in surprise.
How was it possible for someone to comprehend and master both the Virtual Reality Array and the Six Paths of Reincarnation to the Perfection Stage in just a few minutes?!
What the f * ck.
As the creator of these two heaven-level illusion arrays, even he, Huyan Jingde, couldn't set them up so quickly and so perfectly!
Huyan Jingde couldn't help but start to doubt his life and the meaning of his existence.
He knew that there was no shortage of geniuses in this world, and he had seen countless Spirit Reader Masters with super talent in illusion arrays in his life.
However, he had never seen or imagined that there would be someone like Yang Fan in this world. He was a genius to the point of being abnormal, wasn't he?
This was simply not something that a normal human could do!
If it weren't for the fact that the Six Paths of Reincarnation illusion array were both super heaven-level illusion arrays that Huyan Jingde had blindly figured out by himself over the past few decades after his death, he had never shown it to anyone before.
Seeing Yang Fan's proficient rhythm and perfect array combination, Huyan Jingde would definitely think that Yang Fan was a cheater.
"Little friend Yang Fan, can you tell I, how did you do this?"
After a long time, Huyan Jingde, who had gradually calmed down, finally couldn't help but ask Yang Fan again.
He was really too curious. If he didn't figure this out, he would definitely not be able to stay in the tombstone with peace of mind in the future.
"I don't know either." Yang Fan had an innocent look on her face as she whispered to Huyan Jingde, "I just casually glanced at it in my Sea of Consciousness. I didn't expect that I would be able to learn it so quickly. Don't you think it's infuriating?"
"I want to ask senior, is this really a heaven-level illusion array? Why does it feel like it isn't difficult at all? You learned it so quickly, there's no sense of accomplishment at all! "
"Pfft!"
Yang Fan seemed to have heard the sound of Huyan Jingde vomiting blood.
Obviously, he was provoked.......
At this moment, Yang was.....
....
.. This was the consequence of having a big mouth.
He actually dared to ridicule Yang Fan again and again. Wasn't this forcing him to act tough and slap his face?
Now that your old face has been slapped so hard, you feel better now, right?
For a long time, Huyan Jingde didn't make any sound. Just when Yang Fan thought that he had provoked Huyan Jingde and made him pass out, the Divine Soul fluctuation on the tombstone appeared again. Huyan Jingde's spiritual transmission came again.
"Good, good, good!"
"Good! I didn't expect that 60 years after my death, I, Huyan Jingde, would actually be able to see with my own eyes such an amazing talent in illusion arrays! The heavens really bless me, the heavens really bless me! "
"Hahaha!"
Huyan Jingde laughed loudly like a madman. He laughed so hard that Yang Fan had goosebumps. He felt that this old man seemed to have been provoked to madness by him.
"Acknowledge me as your Master!"
After laughing for a long time, Huyan Jingde suddenly threw out such a sentence. His tone was crazy and his voice was fervent.
"Acknowledge me as your Master and become the last disciple of I, Huyan Jingde, and I will pass on to you all the knowledge of formations I have learned in my lifetime!"
"I don't want to!"
Yang Fan straightforwardly refused. Huyan Jing De, who was as enthusiastic as fire, was choked and speechless for a long time. The atmosphere became cold again.
"Wh … Why?"
"Young man, maybe I didn't explain it clearly to you just now, so you don't really understand my identity."
After pondering for a long time, Huyan Jingde spoke again to Yang Fan. "Now, let me introduce myself to you in detail."
"I, Huyan Jingde, am the founder of the Illusionist Guild, the first president! My cultivation had reached the half-step Monarch Realm when I was alive, and I was only a step away from becoming a Martial Emperor. Do you know that? "
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Just now, you said that you were only a peak Spirit Emperor?"
"I was being modest!" Huyan Jingde quibbled, "How could a person with such a status like me have the nerve to tell others that I'm a half-step Martial Emperor as soon as we meet? Wouldn't that be showing off deliberately? I, Huyan Jingde, am not that tasteless. "
"Moreover, a real man doesn't talk about his past achievements. No matter how high his cultivation is, he's already a dead man now. There's no point in talking about it anymore."
"What I want to say is that my cultivation experience, my experience in formations, and even the many entrances to secret realms and treasure troves that I found in the Federation can be taught to you without reservation!"
"So, little guy, acknowledge me as your Master!"
"You just have to call me Master. I can't trick you into suffering a loss, nor can I trick you. On the contrary, I can gain so many benefits for no reason, so why not?"
Yang Fan blinked, and he swiftly confirmed something in his heart.
That was, Huyan Jing De's current tone and context of deceiving him, his glib tongue, and his state of mind when he was deceiving his own disciple, were exactly the same!
It was all a trick, wasn't it?
Yang Fan didn't answer. He activated the simplified Six Paths of Reincarnation Formation with a thought, and it enveloped himself and Huyan Jingde's stone stele.
After that, the scene within the formation changed. The gloomy Martyr's Palace instantly transformed into the peak of a mountain that towered into the clouds. The sun had just risen, the sky was dark blue, and a slight cold wind blew by their ears while the clear chirping of birds streaked through the sky.
Although it was only a simple heaven-grade illusory formation, the person inside was already immersed in it, and they didn't feel the slightest bit unreal.
Yang Fan stood on the edge of the cliff. Behind him, Huyan Jingde was still a stone tablet. But then, he shook his body, and transformed back into a human body. He now looked like an immortal.
Huyan Jingde raised his hand to touch his own body, his face full of astonishment and bewilderment.
"Temperature, touch, pain, visual effects, mental perception, everything is exactly the same as reality!"
"Everything here has reached a 100% surreal level! This is simply unbelievable! "
"I did it! My heaven-grade illusory formation is actually feasible! "
Huyan Jingde was so excited that his heart was beating wildly. His chest was heaving up and down, and his blood pressure was rocketing upwards as if it wanted to burst out of his body.
He liked this feeling. It made him feel as if he was still a real person!
With a smile on his face, Yang Fan raised his hand slightly, and a table, chair, tea set, and steaming spiritual tea appeared out of thin air between him and Huyan Jingde.
"The feeling of being able to converse with Senior face to face is indeed great!"
Yang Fan extended his hand to invite Huyan Jingde to take a seat. He knew that this old man must be very fond of tea, so he had specially set up such a tea set.
After all, when Yang Fan and Mister Wu Liu first met in the Martial Arts Secret Realm, they had started by tasting ninth-grade spiritual tea.
Moreover, Yang Fan was very tasteless at that time, even snatching away the teapot.
"Ninth-grade spiritual tea is no longer available in this world, so I can only ask Senior to condescend and taste this sixth-grade spiritual tea!"
Yang Fan reached out to pour a cup of hot tea for Huyan Jingde and greeted him softly.
This was a gift given to Yang Fan by a Sovereign who had come to ask for elixirs two days ago. It was a sixth-grade spiritual tea. There was not much of it, only about one tael, but it was extremely precious.
If it were not for the fact that the person he was entertaining this time was a tea master like Huyan Jingde, and that he had taken advantage of him before, Yang Fan would not have been willing to take it out.
"Sixth-grade spiritual tea is not bad!"
"I've stayed here for sixty years, and I've been accompanied by the stone tablets and heroic spirits all day long. But I've never thought that I'd actually be able to discuss the Dao with a living person in this form one day!"
"Great! Beautiful! "
After returning to his human body, Huyan Jingde seemed to have become elegant and graceful. He was indifferent and calm. Even the matter of recruiting Yang Fan to be his disciple didn't seem to be so urgent.
He reached out his hands and took the spiritual tea from Yang Fan. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. Then, a trace of intoxication and satisfaction appeared on his face.
Slurp!
He put the teacup to his mouth and took a small sip against the rim of the cup. Instantly, his mouth was filled with the fragrance of the spiritual tea.
Huyan Jingde even had a feeling of floating in the air. His body and mind were empty, and his whole person became calm and quiet.
At their cultivation level, drinking spiritual tea was no longer for the sake of the spiritual power in the tea, but purely for the sake of savoring the taste of the Taoist Connotation in the tea.
"Although the method of making the tea is a bit inappropriate, it is undeniable that this is really a cup of good tea!"
"Thank you very much!"
When Huyan Jing De opened his mouth, he almost killed the conversation again.
Fortunately, Yang Fan had already gotten used to this old man's venomous tongue and didn't lower himself to his level.
After all, the old man was a senior who had been dead for more than sixty years. It wasn't worth getting angry with him.
"There's something this junior wanted to ask just now, but I don't know …"
Huyan Jingde interrupted him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to be so polite between us."
Yang Fan said, "Senior, since you're a spiritual body and the Martyr's Palace doesn't have any barriers to isolate spiritual energy, why did you make yourself so weak?"
Weren't spiritual bodies able to absorb the spiritual energy in the surroundings to nourish themselves? Take Zhong Ling for example, she ate until she was full in the land of spiritual origin.
Why didn't Huyan Jingde absorb spiritual energy to strengthen himself?
"That's because I's spiritual body is only a half-finished product. It can't be mentioned in the same breath as those congenitally formed true spiritual bodies."
Huyan Jingde sighed softly. "Unrecognized by the laws and rejected by the great dao, there's no way to directly absorb spiritual energy for one's own use like a normal spiritual body."
"Although this old man has been researching formations for the past few decades, I have also been trying to create a cultivation method that is suitable for my spiritual form, but I have no clue."
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