Qin Ming selected more than ten pieces of rotten wood that had psychedelic mushrooms growing on them.
Subsequently.
Based on his past experience, he first used the term “ripening” to ripen all the misty magic mushrooms. After the misty magic mushrooms matured, many magic mushroom species were born.
As Qin Ming ripened, a steady stream of pink smoke began to fill the back mountains of Wangyue Island.
The pink mist gathered more and more and began to rise straight into the sky.
Wu Jiang looked up at these strange pink smoke, his brows could not help but frown into the Chinese character “Sichuan”, and he felt worried in his heart. He didn’t know what Fellow Daoist Qin was doing when he created such a strange phenomenon in the world? Qin Ming worked day and night, without stopping for a moment, constantly consuming the [Ripening] entries in his hand and the five [Leaves of Time and Space] entries, working intensively to ripen the Mist Magic Mushroom.
Subsequently.
Qin Ming felt that the time was almost up and used the entry [Spiritual Plant Symbiosis].
For a moment.
He only felt that he had an inexplicable connection with the pink mist released by the Mist Magic Mushroom.
And can command and control these pink mist at will.
Next time.
Everyone in the Wu family was shocked to find that on the mountain behind the main peak of Wangyue Island, a large plume of pink smoke shot straight into the sky as if emitted from a chimney.
After the smoke reached the sky above Wangyue Island, it opened like a giant umbrella and spread in all directions, covering the entire ten-mile radius of Wangyue Island.
A month later.
The concentration of pink smoke has accumulated to an extremely terrifying level. Just looking at it seems to be about to devour a person’s soul.
Although Wu Jiang was scared inside, he did not dare to disturb Qin Ming. He could only wait for him to come out of seclusion before asking what was going on.
As time went by, the pink smoke became thicker and thicker, forming a scene that blocked the sky and the sun.
“The misty illusion comparable to the third-order illusion array has finally been set up!” Qin Ming looked up at the sky and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then he raised his hand a little, and countless black spiritual seeds flew out of his hand, hiding in the pink mist.
These are the spiritual seeds that Qin Ming has used the thorns technique on. Once touched, they will trigger the thorn trap.
In this way, combined with the mist illusion, it creates an effect comparable to the third-level composite array.
If a monk without eyesight crashes into the fog, Qin Ming can go out and collect the blood beads.
He consumed the remaining entries of [Spiritual Plant Symbiosis] and made several wooden tokens.
This special token can control the opening and closing of the mist illusion at will.
Subsequently.
Qin Ming called Wu Jiang over.
When Wu Jiang saw Qin Ming, he already had a lot to ask.
“Fellow Daoist Qin, this is the smoke over Lingdao”
Qin Ming smiled slightly, and even if the other party didn’t ask, he would still tell the other party, “Fellow Daoist Wu, this fog covering the entire Moon Moon Island is an illusion comparable to the third-level formation.”
“With this defense, even if the Seventy-Two Island Alliance and the Zhao family attack the sky, they will no longer be able to affect our Wangyue Island.”
“You must remember that these pink smoke are not a trivial matter. Your tribe must not get close to the smoke.”
“This is a token that can control the mist and illusion. You can use it to freely enter and leave Wangyue Island.”
After Qin Ming finished explaining, he handed a token to Wu Jiang and gave the other party a meaningful look.
After hearing this, Wu Jiang felt a storm in his heart.
An illusion comparable to a third-level formation? Then he stretched out his trembling hands and took the token tremblingly.
Fellow Daoist Qin gave him such an important thing, which meant something. He absolutely trusted him.
“Don’t worry, fellow Daoist Qin, this thing will only be used by myself.”
Qin Ming nodded, as long as the other party knew what he was doing, he also needed Wujiang to run errands, so he couldn’t just completely close himself off to the country.
It’s just that before he breaks through to the late stage of foundation building, he needs to add some protective measures to avoid interference like Zhao Wuji.
From then on, Wangyue Island was protected by the mist and illusion, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was impregnable.
Not to mention Zhao Wuji, even if the ancestor of the Zhao family’s fake elixir came over and broke into this pink mist fantasy, he would never come back.
Normally, Qin Ming hides and stores all the fog in the magic mushroom. As long as a monk above the foundation building stage approaches, the illusion effect will be automatically triggered.
With this barrier, Qin Ming can farm and practice with peace of mind.
Half a month later.
It was just as Qin Ming expected.
As expected, Zhao Wuji still refused to give up on him and appeared near Wangyue Lake again.
He acted as if he wanted to force the palace into submission.
Mo Lingwei from Qingxia Island was also among these people, and she must have been abducted by Zhao Wuji.
But when they arrived near Wangyue Island, they were instantly dumbfounded.
All they saw was a pink mist that covered the sky and sun, blocking their way.
“What the hell is this?”
“What the hell is the master of Mochizuki Island doing?”
Everyone started talking, but only Mo Lingwei saw the key.
‘Isn’t this the misty illusion formed by the smoke released by the Mist Magic Mushroom, a second-level top-level spiritual plant, when it matures? ’
‘A special illusion comparable to a third-order illusion array! ’
Mo Lingwei’s eyes were full of horror, and her heart was already in turmoil, but she had no intention of speaking out. Instead, she silently retreated to the back.
Zhao Wuji was also looking at the fog, his brows furrowed, and he just released his spiritual thoughts and entered the fog to test it.
But he was shocked to find out.
The spiritual thoughts he released were like cow mud entering the sea of clouds, being swallowed up by a black hole-like suction force, and there was no sense of it at all.
For a moment, everyone stagnated and had no idea.
“Pretend to be a ghost!”
“Let me find out what’s going on.”
At this time.
Two foundation-building monks from the Lingdao family seemed to be unable to wait any longer and took the initiative to ask for help.
One of the foundation-building monks first released a flying crane pet and flew into the mist. After turning around a few times, he found that nothing happened.
So the two of them immediately deployed their magic shields and flew towards the pink mist.
At the beginning.
The two entered the periphery of the fog and came into contact with some pink smoke, but nothing happened.
Ever since.
The two of them plucked up the courage and continued to go deeper into the mist.
Zhao Wuji watched the two island owners enter the mist, and a very bad premonition welled up in his heart.
However, he still calmly told everyone: “Don’t rush in right now, wait until the two island owners come out and see what’s going on.”
Subsequently.
Everyone waited quietly on the spot.
After a while.
Zhao Wuji also sent a message to the two of them, asking what was going on inside.
But.
Half the time of burning incense has passed, and still no news has come back.
Zhao Wuji began to realize that something was wrong, and his expression began to change.
An hour passed.
The two monks still didn’t come out.
Now everyone present began to panic and began to whisper.
Is the pink mist in front of me so terrifying? After the two foundation builders entered, they couldn’t even get any news back? Zhao Wuji didn’t believe in evil. He was quite confident in his own strength and had a trump card to save his life, so he got slightly closer to the fog and kept a certain distance.
At the beginning, some pink mist in the periphery dispersed, and it was indeed nothing if he encountered it.
But after a while, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he suddenly fell into an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In the illusion, those monks who had been killed by him were now several times higher than him in cultivation. They came towards him one by one and demanded their lives. Zhao Wuji looked horrified and began to struggle desperately to resist. Click!
At this time, a milky white jade pendant around Zhao Wuji’s waist shattered into pieces.
Zhao Wuji suddenly woke up from the illusion. His hair was disheveled, his heart was still frightened, and his back was covered with cold sweat. He quickly fled from here.
(End of chapter)