Before, Yang Ran was a little surprised as to why the phantom was related to him. After looking at it like this, he realized that it turned out that the agglomeration of the clone could only be achieved when the phantom was exerted to its extreme.

And even if it is successfully condensed, this clone will still be divided into two levels: Xiaocheng and Dacheng.

The two levels represent the strength of the clone. Xiaocheng's clone has only half the strength of the original body at most, while Dacheng's clone has the same strength as the original body.

"This phantom body indeed has its own merits. Such a mysterious martial skill, I really don't know what kind of amazingly talented person can create it."

Yang Ran stood up, surging true energy formed around his body, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his body shot out.

As his body shot out, several afterimages suddenly appeared behind him. Yang Ran paused and turned his head hurriedly, but saw that the afterimages were gradually dissipating, and there was no trace of what was said in the cultivation method.

That happens.

"The condensation of the wandering phantom body is indeed difficult."

Yang Ran frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice the key points recorded on the cultivation formula: "The spirit controls its shadow, and the shaman gathers its body."

In the end, after chanting back and forth for more than a dozen times, Yang Ran came to some realization. The explanation of this key is to use the true energy to bring the phantom to its extreme, and then use the soul, that is, the witch energy to lock the condensation before the afterimage disappears.

His eyes slowly closed, he stepped forward gently, and then fell down. His figure appeared dozens of meters away like lightning, leaving four afterimages along the way.

Among the four phantoms, three dissipated quickly, but the dissipation speed of the last one was much slower. However, it lasted for nearly twenty seconds and slowly disappeared into nothingness.

Vaguely, Yang Ran felt a very subtle wave of witchcraft energy from within this phantom.

"You have to leave a lot of witchcraft energy in the afterimage at the moment it appears, in order to condense the clone. But at that time, the speed is so fast, how can it be possible to leave witchcraft energy in it in time?" Yang Ran frowned.

He frowned and murmured.

After thinking hard for a long time, Yang Ran, who still had no results, could only sigh softly. The practice of traveling and phantom body is indeed difficult.

However, he will not give up just yet. Yang Ran has confidence in himself. No matter how difficult it is to cultivate this fugue phantom body, he will definitely succeed in cultivating it. When the time comes to meet those guys from the Green Snake Clan, if he uses the clone

Come out, I wonder if they will be so angry that they vomit blood on the spot?

Thinking of the faces of those old guys Shangguan Yu, Yang Ran couldn't help but feel a little gloating.

Yang Ran gloated and sneered, and Yang Ran was also aroused by this thing. He gritted his teeth, concentrated again, and continued to use the phantom.

If it doesn't work once, just do it a hundred times. If it doesn't work a hundred times, do it a thousand times. Although casting the phantom consumes a lot of real energy, as long as it can be practiced successfully, Yang Ran doesn't bother to worry about it.

What's more, the space spirit ring taken from Snake Seven Kills happened to contain a lot of medicinal materials for replenishing the true energy, so he was not afraid of losing the true energy.

Having made up his mind, Yang Ran also gave up rest completely, so in the dark forest, green shadows suddenly appeared, faintly like will-o'-the-wisps.

Fortunately, there are no people in this inaccessible place, otherwise, anyone who sees this scene in the middle of the night will definitely be shocked.

Yang Ran's somewhat crazy practice lasted the whole night.

The next day, when a ray of morning light broke through the darkness and poured down onto the earth, he stopped short of breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but smile.

After a night of hard training, although he still failed to condense the clone, he became more and more proficient in controlling the phantom. The only flaw was that he consumed too much real energy. Even with the support of the magic medicine, he stopped during the process.

I rested and recovered several times.

As his understanding of the phantom body became deeper and deeper, Yang Ran gradually found some clues.

"This mountain range is really vast. It seems that it is still some distance away from the core area. In this case, I walked through this mountain range. I don't think others arrived so quickly."

Yang Ran took a short rest, regained his energy again, looked at the end of the mountain range, and murmured to himself.

There are many monsters hidden within this mountain range, and there are even some powerful ones among them. Compared to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range in the Divine Awakening Space, they are even worse.

Yang Ran planned to practice hard in it during this period, and use it to practice the phantom body, and strive to condense the clone as soon as possible.

Moreover, the improvement of his strength in the life-and-death fight with monsters is also very good.

Having made up his mind, Yang Ran also smiled, which reminded him of the time when he entered the Divine Enlightenment Space in the Meteor Dragon Empire, when he was just a small person at the peak of the spiritual realm, and the young man who was still ignorant at the time, is now

But it has already reached the peak level of Xinghai Realm.

During this period, when I think back on everything I have experienced, I really feel like I am dreaming.

Thinking back to the Divine Awakening Space and the Fallen Dragon Empire, I also naturally recalled that red figure and that pure and beautiful face.

For more than half a year, the ice coffin has been placed quietly in the space ring, and the woman in it has been sleeping quietly. Yang Ran has never taken a second look, or in other words, he did not dare.

He tried to forget, and thought he had succeeded. At least for the past six months or so, all kinds of troubles had left him unable to be sentimental most of the time, but he would still inadvertently fall into the quagmire of memories.

The purple light that illuminates the sky, the red shadow floating in the strong wind, the sad smile on the pretty face... all of these often appear in dreams, reminding Yang Ran of the never-ending pain and hatred.

"Mo Qingcheng, Holy Mountain, one day, I will take revenge."

Yang Ran's breathing was a little rapid, and his clenched fists loosened and tightened.

He understood that even if he had made rapid progress over the past year and reached the peak of the Star Sea Realm, to the Holy Mountain standing at the top of the Yunxiao Continent, he would just be a stronger ant.

No matter how powerful the ant is, it only takes one finger to be pressed to death.

And Yang Ran has been practicing hard like this, just waiting for transformation. Even if this process is extremely long and full of pain, he will never give up.

call!

Taking a long breath, the blood in his eyes slowly faded, and Yang Ran also tried hard to calm down his emotions.

Strength, strength, Yang Ran understands that everything lies in insufficient strength

Gritting his teeth fiercely, he did not hesitate anymore. He jumped up to the top of the mountain with a strong body and looked down at the endless mountains. Hearing the roars of beasts that kept coming from them, he couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then his body shape

With one leap, like a giant roc, he swooped down and rushed into the mountains densely populated by monsters.
Chapter completed!